"Evadne: Stay Sir, stay, You are too hot, and I have brought you Physick To temper your high veins. King: Prethee to bed then; let me take it warm, There you shall know the state of my body better. Evadne: I know you have a surfeited foul body, And you must bleed. King: Bleed! Evadne: Ay, you shall bleed: lie still, and if the Devil Your lust will give you leave, repent: this steel Comes to redeem the honour that you stole."