Page 1928 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

To bear a hard opinion of his truth;
Only deserve my love by loving him;
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I stand in need of
To furnish me upon my longing journey. [85]
All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
My goods, my land, my reputation;
Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence.
Come, answer not, but to it presently;
I am impatient of my tarriance. [90]

Exeunt.