"I can't bear no more.

There's not one lass in a hundred would do what I have done for you: yet you want more.

D'ye think I'm not flesh and blood, as well as her ?" And she began to cry bitterly.
This took Henry quite by surprise, and grieved him.

He consoled her, and coaxed her, in vague terms, that did not produce any effect.

So then he kissed her cheek, and dried her eyes with his own handkerchief, and that was not quite so ineffectual.