Chapter 51

_King._ 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, 115 Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off In differences so mighty. If she be All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest, A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest 120 Of virtue for the name: but do not so: From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignif…