no honesty in men. All perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where’s my man? Give me the letter, I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul, You’ll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the label to another deed, Or my true love’s hand? Poison, I