I know not. If they speak but truth of her, 200 These hands shall tear her. If they wrong her honor, 201 The proudest of them shall well hear of it. 202 Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, 203 Nor age so eat up my invention, 204 Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, 205 Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, 206 But they shall find, awaked in such a kind, 207 Both strength of limb and policy of mind, 208 Ability in means and choice of friends, 209 To quit me of them throughly.
