Beatrice. him be a handsome fellow, or else make an other cursie,
Beatrice. tall then earth, would it not grieue a woman to be ouer‑
Beatrice. mastred with a peece of valiant dust? to make account of
Beatrice. her life to a clod of waiward marle? no vnckle, ile none:
Beatrice.
Adams sonnes are my brethren, and truly I hold it a sinne
Leon. Prince doe solicit you in that kinde, you know your an
Beatrice. be not woed in good time: if the Prince bee too impor
Beatrice. tant, tell him there is measure in euery thing, & so dance