thou
wouldst
give me
whatsoever
I asked in
reason. I
have
played my
play, and
she loveth
her
husband,
which she
would not
have done
but for
me; so now
fulfill
thy
promise.
Thou hast
upon thee
that
which,
methinks,
thou
wouldst be
the better
without;
therefore,
I prythee,
give me
that
golden
chain that
hangeth
about thy
neck as a
wedding
present
for this
fair
bride.”
Then the
Bishop’s
cheeks
grew red
with rage
and his
eyes
