Will you then write me a Sonnet in praise of
In so high a stile
Margaret, that no man liuing
shall come ouer it, for in most comely truth thou deser
To haue no man come ouer me, why, shall I al
waies keepe below staires?
Thy wit is as quicke as the grey‑hounds mouth,
And yours, as blunt as the Fencers foiles, which
hit, but hurt not.
A most manly wit
Margaret, it will not hurt a
woman: and so I pray thee call
Beatrice, I giue thee the
Giue vs the swords, wee haue bucklers of our
If you vse them
Margaret, you must put in the
pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for
Well, I will call
Beatrice to you, who I thinke
And therefore will come. The God of loue that
sits aboue, and knowes me, and knowes me, how pitti
full I deserue. I meane in singing, but in louing, Lean
der the good swimmer, Troilous the first imploier of
pandars, and a whole booke full of these quondam car
pet‑mongers, whose name yet runne smoothly in the e
uen rode of a blanke verse, why they were neuer so true
ly turned ouer and ouer as my poore selfe in loue: mar
rie I cannot shew it rime, I haue tried, I can finde out no
rime to Ladie but babie, an innocent rime: for scorne,
horne, a hard
verie ominous endings, no, I was not borne vnder a ri
ming Plannet, for I cannot wooe in festiuall tearmes:
Beatrice would'st thou come when I cal'd
Yea Signior, and depart when you bid me.
O stay but till then.
Then, is spoken: fare you well now, and yet ere
I goe, let me goe with that I came, which is, with know
ing what hath past betweene you and
Onely foule words, and thereupon I will kisse
Foule words is but foule wind, and foule wind
is but foule breath, and foule breath is noisome, there
fore I will depart vnkist.
Thou hast frighted the word out of his right
sence, so forcible is thy wit, but I must tell thee plainely,
Claudio vndergoes my challenge, and either I must short
ly heare from him, or I will subscribe him a coward, and
I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst
thou first fall in loue with me?
For them all together, which maintain'd so
politique a state of euill, that they will not admit any
good part to intermingle with them: but for which of
my good parts did you first suffer loue for me?
Suffer loue! a good epithite, I do suffer loue in
deede, for I loue thee against my will.
In spight of your heart I think, alas poore heart,
if you spight it for my sake, I will spight it for yours, for
I will neuer loue that which my friend hates.
Thou and I are too wise to wooe peacea
It appeares not in this confession, there's not one
wise man among twentie that will praise himselfe.