“graze where you will, you shall not house with me./ Look to’t, think on’t; I do not use to jest./ Thursday is near. lay hand on heart; advise./ and you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend/ and you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets/ for, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,/ nor what is mine shall never do thee good,/ trust to’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn”