Strange is it that our bloods, 129 Of color, weight, and heat, poured all together, 130 Would quite confound distinction, yet stands off 131 In differences so mighty.
KING
’Tis only title thou disdain’st in her, the which 128
I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods, 129
Of color, weight, and heat, poured all together, 130
Would quite confound distinction , yet stands off 131
In differences so mighty. If she be 132
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislik’st—133
“A poor physician’s daughter”—thou dislik’st 134
Of virtue for the name. But do not so. 135
