But if thou scorne our curtesie, thou dyest.
Thou shalt not liue, to brag what we haue of
Valentine, Thurio, Siluiais too faire, too true, too holy, Iulia, whom I lou'd; Thurio; now must we to her window,
How now, sir
Protheus, are you crept
Thurio, for you know that loue
I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here.
Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence.
Siluia, for your sake.
Host) because I cannot
Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where you
shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman that
you ask'd for.
But shall I heare him speake.
I that you shall.
That will be Musique.
Is he among these?