Beat. heere's no place for you maids, so deliuer I vp my Apes,
Beat.
and away to S.: for the heauens, hee shewes mee
Beat. where the Batchellers sit, and there liue wee as merry as
Beatrice. sie, and say, as it please you: but yet for all that cosin, let
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: