Iohn. If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me: will you command me to vse
Iohn. my Legges? And yet that were but light payment, to Dance out of your debt: But
Iohn. a good Conscience, will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the Gen
Iohn. tle women heere, haue forgiuen me, if the Gentlemen will not, then the Gentlemen
Iohn. do not agree with the Gentlewomen, which was neuer seene before, in such an As
Iohn. One word more, I beseech you: if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate,
Iohn.
our humble Author will continue the story (with Sir Iohn in it) and make you
Iohn.
merry, with faire Katherine of France: where (for any thing I know Fal
Iohn. staffe shall dye of a sweat, vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions:
Iohn.
For Old‑Castle dyed a Martyr, and this is not the man. My Tongue is wearie,
Iohn. when my Legs are too, I will bid you good night; and so kneele downe before you: