Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?

Or thou goest to the orange or mill.

It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.

O, whither?

We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

Let's have some merry ones.

Pray you now, buy it.

Is it true, think you?

Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o'
life, for then we are sure they are true.

I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.

He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.

I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.

Now, in good time!