that love so gentle in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter’d, to make you a wife. PARIS. That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Had I it written, I would have slain my husband. All this uttered