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A bull in ire, an ape in jealousy,
No inore ? Am I to use no courtesies but these ?
No more? Yes, plentifully more! where was I ?
Thanks for your counsel ; cunning is the maid
you have imp'd me with a new device. But look! Is this—no, 'tis your
All hail to him ! he is my daily sport.
It makes me merriest to see a boy
His want fulfill'd, He will not be the worse; 'tis well for them That have no faults but what they needs must leave.
Enter the Page.
How now, Sir Henry! whither away, brave knight?
I'm coming but to pay my duty here;
Why, when our pages steal away our loves,
Who, I? it was not I.
Who was it then? Well— kissing goes by favour'-
parrot, I have the matter of a mouthful left, For fear of waste that's worse I'll spend them here.
I would advise you to be more discreet.
Soho! and wherefore ? Oh! so old e !
his chin, Making its innocent down to stand on end With brandishivg of a most superfluous razor.
had, I should not have believed
Ay, no one marks me. I but jest and lie,
I am almost as old as you.
I grant thee; But we are women when boys are but boys. God gives us grace to ripen and grow wise Some six years earlier. I thank heaven for it ; We grow upon the sunny side o' the wall.
Methinks your wisdom grows o' the windy side,
Rob me this orchard.' Then wouldst thou reply,
I am sore perplex'd. What shall I say?
My counsel you have heard, And partly slighted, wherefore seek to better; Take we direction from our full-grown friend. Henry, a knight will presently be here
To ask our Adriana's hand in marriage :
Let her say— My lord, You are the flower of Flemish chivalry, But I have vow'd to live and die a maid.'
A goodly vow! God give her grace to make it,
your answer and be ready, Lest he surprise you and you speak the truth.
Prithee, what truth? There's nothing to be hidden.
Except, except-yes, turn your face away,
Enter the LORD OF Occo.
Fairest of ladies ! an unworthy knight
Good my lord,