You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone: speak not of Helena; Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt aby it.

Now she holds me not; Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.

You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you: Nay, go not back.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away. Exit.

This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, Or else committ’st thy knaveries willfully.