Dealing with some really complicated stuff here.
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here. Pray you, be round with him. That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose. From the fair forehead of an innocent love and sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows. As false as dicers' oaths: o, such a deed.