I know no ways to mince it in
love, but directly to say, “I love you.” Then if you urge me
farther than to say, “Do you, in faith?” I wear out my suit.
Give me your answer, i’ faith, do; and so clap hands and a
bargain. How say you, lady?
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And, like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Prince’s soliloquy, Henry IV, Part One, Act 1, Scene 2