that I am content, so thou wilt anger him. ’Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his look, Much more than tears with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the fume of sighs; Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: What is this? Proud, and, I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.