God giue mee ioy to weare it, for my heart is
'Twill be heauier soone, by the waight of a
Fie vpon thee, art not asham'd
Of what Lady? of speaking honourably? is
not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord
honourable without marriage? I thinke you would haue
me say, sauing your reuerence a husband: and bad thin
king doe not wrest true speaking, Ile offend no body, is
there any harme in the heauier for a husband? none I
thinke, and it be the right husband, and the right wife,
otherwise 'tis light and not heauy, aske my Lady
else, here she comes.
Good morrow Coze.
Good morrow sweet
Why how now? do you speake in the sick tune?
I am out of all other tune, me thinkes.
Claps into Light a loue, (that goes without a
burden,) do you sing it and Ile dance it.
Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your
husband haue stables enough, you'll looke he shall lacke
O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with
'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you
were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho.
For a hauke, a horse, or a husband?
For the letter that begins them all, H.
Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no
more sayling by the starre.
What meanes the foole trow?
Nothing I, but God send euery one their harts
These gloues the Count sent mee, they are an
I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell.
A maid and stuft! there's goodly catching of
O God helpe me, God help me, how long haue
you profest apprehension
Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become
It is not seene enough, you should weare it in
your cap, by my troth I am sicke.
Get you some of this distill'd
and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualm.
There thou prickst her with a thissell.
benedictus? you haue some mo
rall in this
Morall? no by my troth, I haue no morall mea
ning, I meant plaine holy thissell, you may thinke per
chance that I thinke you are in loue, nay birlady I am not
such a foole to thinke what I list, nor I list not to thinke
what I can, nor indeed, I cannot thinke, if I would thinke
my hart out of thinking, that you are in loue, or that you
will be in loue, or that you can be in loue: yet
was such another, and now is he become a man, he swore
hee would neuer marry, and yet now in despight of his
heart he eates his meat without grudging, and how you
may be conuerted I know not, but me thinkes you looke
with your eies as other women doe.
What pace is this that thy tongue keepes.