[He's good at walking straight into things like that. He fumbles for a moment, lifts his glass to take a drink, decides against it, and changes his mind again before he gets out,]
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. [All the blood in his body is in his face. All of it.]
no subject
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. [All the blood in his body is in his face. All of it.]