DIONYSIA

All at head, No where else, believe me Sir, we hold it base. To strike below the wast. I would buy by the score Sir. Chalk best for the score, every alewife knows that. He's in the last dish, pray take him away here. What? proffered beware o. Too quick Sir, why what occasion have I given you To wish me dead? I pray stay Sir, I'll speak with you my self. No, here in private by your self. Why, are they running away from your head Sir? You may, no doubt they have w x their own. You know my mind then by this time. And how do you expound me Sir? Kind and loving t'were a good commendations For a sow and her pigs. 'Tis true Sir, for what have you to do ith my age? Who, my page? What a cut would that give to a crown. Yet you may scratch it though. Unless it remove of my , For I must tire that. You and I may be of two opinion , I think not so now. Oh strange, he steals half a text to uphold His heresy; but what follows, we should be well matched At a game of shuttlecock, the meaning I , For a couple of light headed things we could not be over matched; He might have conceited that that could have but said B to a battleder: but come Sir, you have said Enough to me, will you go speak with my father? This I'll confirm to you, And to my father's face, but I'll not promise you, Whither I blush or no, I do not hate you. My lips do not stand in the high way to beg A charity, as open as they appear to you. You'll follow me Sir. Soft I'm in your debt Sir, did you bestow a kiss on me? Take it again— So now I am out of your debt, hereafter never fear To lend freely to one that pays so willingly. Sad still! You draw these backward Should be coming on, and meet in nuptial pleasures. Till the disease be known In vain it were to study remedy, Pray whats your cause of sadness? Why are you not merry then? No, I have herd you sighs so violent, They have waked my slumbers with you in bed, One gust following another, as you would breath Out all your air together, there most be cause. Fie, that's a lame excuse, you wone not honour Equal with your will, my self from the Castle saw you, Most nobly do, I saw you unhorse three brave opposers, You killed and captived many enemies. 'Tis a very pretty one, Shall I have it? When does the Army March hence, Antonio? I'll go with you Antonio. Indeed I must. How now, what fellow's this? I would he would practice on Antonio then. I had rather stay and partake some mirth. Who I prithee? Now you jest too broad sirrah. Forgive him, but spare not me. So, here's of , A wholesome example to all succ Let every wise man take h worser of two , 'Tis oh of the My self should break one of hearts. What should I call thee, widow, shall we marry one anon there now. And beget Chimaeras, I do not think That ever any one husband On us both Why? hast never seen the sunshine of a rainy day? Who does believe a widows tears to be her hearts sorrow? Are they not then better spa'rd then derided? Let me see then what thou darest do with wet eyes, That I dare not answer with a smiling cheek? Begin, I'll pledge thee. Try me. I, hast thou that resolution? Me thinks a woman ( I am) should not out do me, I must die one day, and as good this day as another, Whereabouts is my heart, I think all over my body, I am all heart, and therefore cannot miss, Some creatures die singing, why not I merrily, Make me room A and , Weel all tumble in one bed together, I'll lie as close as she on thy left side, And have as many kisses too, that ' my bargai ; My sins are all upon thy conscience, But I forgive thee, and the Clarke to , My soul will have passage, my body I b queath To thee Aut io, I am your wife, And will come to worser to you, thus I make unready, Thus I lie down, thus kiss, and this embrace I'll ever keep, I am with play, I needs must sleep for ever. Tender father, I pray let not your pity disparage me, I have seen a sword whipped out stark naked in my time, And never squeakt; Do you think a Sarazi S head, Or a Blackamoors face can affright me, let me then Be afraid of every chimney sweeper. I it too much Sir, For I was loath to have travellde thus far, had not Obedience tide me toot. Well Antonio, I'll leave you, and sirrah make him merry, And I'll reward thee: Worthy Sir, My noble father intreats some words with you. I'll take my travel sort Sir. I have three then it should seem, For I have two of my own fingering.