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Ay, sir: the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the market-place: and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.
No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again.
Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present.
Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.
When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him, even as one ...
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn.
For thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee.
Why, then will I tell thee--that thy master stays for thee at the North-gate.
Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,--
That's monstrous: O, that that were out!
More hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. The cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less. What's next?
Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more.
Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised.
Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.
O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.
That makes amends for her sour breath.
Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on.
Close at the heels of her virtues.
That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.
Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living.
A special virtue: for then she need not be washed and scoured.
What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock?
That's as much as to say, Can she so?
And thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.'
Ay, that she can.
There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed!
O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.
I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?
Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.
Why, as black as ink.
The blackest news that ever thou heardest.
With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.
I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love ...
Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.
Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,--
Nothing.
Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?
Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's head but 'tis a Valentine.
Soho, soho!
Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go?
Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
I never knew him otherwise.
Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable.