More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors;
And let my officers of such a nature
Make an extent upon his house and lands:
Do this expediently and turn him going.

Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I should not seek an absent argument
Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or ...

Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither;
If he be absent, bring his brother to me;
I'll make him find him: do this suddenly,
And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

Can it be possible that no man saw them?
It cannot be: some villains of my court
Are of consent and sufferance in this.

You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself:
If you outstay the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatness of my word, you die.

She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Her very silence and her patience
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name;
And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous
When she is gone. Then open not ...

Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,
Else had she with her father ranged along.

Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.

Thus do all traitors:
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:
Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.

You, cousin
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste
And get you from our court.

I would thou hadst been son to some man else:
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed,
Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth:
I ...

Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

How dost thou, Charles?

No more, no more.

You shall try but one fall.

Do so: I'll not be by.

You will take little delight in it, I can tell you;
there is such odds in the man. In pity of the
challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but he
will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if
you can move him.

How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither
to see the wrestling?

Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his
own peril on his forwardness.