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Sick at the heart. He leaves her.

ROSALINE

Alack, let it blood. [120]

BEROWNE

Would that do it good?

ROSALINE

My physic says ay.

BEROWNE

Will you prick’t with your eye?

ROSALINE

Non point, with my knife.

BEROWNE

Now God save thy life. [125]

ROSALINE

And yours from long living.

BEROWNE

I cannot stay thanksgiving.

KING

Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
Being but the one half of an entire sum [130]
Disbursèd by my father in his wars.
But say that he, or we - as neither have -
Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more, in surety of the which
One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, [135]
Although not valued to the money’s worth.
If then the King your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitaine