I told your grace they would talk anon.

Yes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam,
For 'tis to such a thing,--

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.

Your grace is noble:
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.

For my little cure,
Let me alone.

O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:
But he would bite none; just as I do now,
He would kiss you twenty with a breath.

By my faith,
And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies:
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.

As easy as a down-bed would afford it.

I would I were;
They should find easy penance.

Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet ere they rested,
I think would better please 'em: by my life,
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

I am your lordship's.

He may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal;
They are set here for examples.

No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they are going,
For, sure, there's no converting of 'em: now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong
And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady,
Held current music ...

'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

They have all new legs, and lame ones: one would take it,
That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin
Or springhalt reign'd among 'em.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.