thou'rt too good, too kind, too goodly kind: but where thou wilt forgive me, my conscience cannot, for where forgiveness is light, it hath the worst weight of all -- i let him use my pens -- !

... er. you didn't hear that last bit, by the way. it was an aside.

aww, neat. intelligent people often like green, you know. ros does, too, but i don't know what his problem is.