“I do forswear them; and I here protest, By this white glove- how white the hand, God knows!-
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes. And, to begin, wench- so God help me, law!- My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
ROSALINE. Sans 'sans,' I pray you.
BEROWNE. Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage; bear with me, I am sick; I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see-