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Turns of the speaker: 'SPEED'

ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] He after honour hunts, I after love:
[2] He leaves his friends to dignify them more,
[3] I leave myself, my friends and all, for love.
[4] Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,
[5] Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
[6] War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
[7] Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
[1] Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.
[1] Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,
[2] And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
[2] An if the shepherd be a while away.
[1] You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then,
[2] and I a sheep?
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] I do.
[1] Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] A silly answer and fitting well a sheep.
[1] This proves me still a sheep.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] True; and thy master a shepherd.
[1] Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.
[1] The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the
[2] shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks
[3] not me: therefore I am no sheep.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the
[2] shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for
[3] wages followest thy master; thy master for wages
[4] follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.
[1] Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?
[1] Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
[2] a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
[3] lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
[1] If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.
[1] Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for
[2] carrying your letter.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold.
[1] From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
[2] 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
[3] your lover.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] But what said she?
[1] First nodding Ay.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Nod--Ay--why, that's noddy.
[1] You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask
[2] me if she did nod; and I say, 'Ay.'
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] And that set together is noddy.
[1] Now you have taken the pains to set it together,
[2] take it for your pains.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
[1] Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Why sir, how do you bear with me?
[1] Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing
[2] but the word 'noddy' for my pains.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
[1] And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she?
[1] Open your purse, that the money and the matter may
[2] be both at once delivered.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?
[1] Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?
[1] Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no,
[2] not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter:
[3] and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I
[4] fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your
[5] mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as
[6] hard as steel.
ACT I : SCENE I. Verona. An open place.
PROTEUS
[1] What said she? nothing?
[1] No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To
[2] testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned
[3] me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your
[4] letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.

[1] Sir, your glove.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Not mine; my gloves are on.
[1] Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:
[2] Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
[3] Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
[1] Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] How now, sirrah?
[1] She is not within hearing, sir.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Why, sir, who bade you call her?
[1] Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Well, you'll still be too forward.
[1] And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
[1] She that your worship loves?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Why, how know you that I am in love?
[1] Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
[2] learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,
[3] like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a
[4] robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had
[5] the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had
[6] lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had
[7] buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes
[8] diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to
[9] speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were
[10] wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you
[11] walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you
[12] fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you
[13] looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you
[14] are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look
[15] on you, I can hardly think you my master.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Are all these things perceived in me?
[1] They are all perceived without ye.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Without me? they cannot.
[1] Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you
[2] were so simple, none else would: but you are so
[3] without these follies, that these follies are within
[4] you and shine through you like the water in an
[5] urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
[6] physician to comment on your malady.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
[1] She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean.
[1] Why, sir, I know her not.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet
[2] knowest her not?
[1] Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.
[1] Sir, I know that well enough.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] What dost thou know?
[1] That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
[1] That's because the one is painted and the other out
[2] of all count.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] How painted? and how out of count?
[1] Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no
[2] man counts of her beauty.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
[1] You never saw her since she was deformed.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] How long hath she been deformed?
[1] Ever since you loved her.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I
[2] see her beautiful.
[1] If you love her, you cannot see her.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Why?
[1] Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;
[2] or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to
[3] have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going
[4] ungartered!
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] What should I see then?
[1] Your own present folly and her passing deformity:
[2] for he, being in love, could not see to garter his
[3] hose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last
[2] morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
[1] True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you,
[2] you swinged me for my love, which makes me the
[3] bolder to chide you for yours.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
[1] I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
[2] one she loves.
[1] And have you?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] I have.
[1] Are they not lamely writ?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace!
[2] here she comes.
[1] Aside O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!
[2] Now will he interpret to her.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
[1] Aside O, give ye good even! here's a million of manners.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
SILVIA
[1] Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
[1] Aside He should give her interest and she gives it him.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
SILVIA
[1] A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
[2] And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not;
[3] And yet take this again; and yet I thank you,
[4] Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
[1] Aside And yet you will; and yet another 'yet.'
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
SILVIA
[1] Why, if it please you, take it for your labour:
[2] And so, good morrow, servant.
[1] O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
[2] As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
[3] My master sues to her, and she hath
[4] taught her suitor,
[5] He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
[6] O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
[7] That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
[8] the letter?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
[1] Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] To do what?
[1] To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] To whom?
[1] To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] What figure?
[1] By a letter, I should say.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Why, she hath not writ to me?
[1] What need she, when she hath made you write to
[2] yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] No, believe me.
[1] No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive
[2] her earnest?
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] She gave me none, except an angry word.
[1] Why, she hath given you a letter.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] That's the letter I writ to her friend.
[1] And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] I would it were no worse.
[1] I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
[2] For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,
[3] Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
[4] Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover,
[5] Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
[6] All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
[7] Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.
ACT II : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] I have dined.
[1] Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can
[2] feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my
[3] victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like
[4] your mistress; be moved, be moved.
ACT II : SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Mistress?
[1] Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
ACT II : SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Ay, boy, it's for love.
[1] Not of you.
ACT II : SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
VALENTINE
[1] Of my mistress, then.
[1] 'Twere good you knocked him.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.

[1] Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan!
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not
[2] welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never
[3] undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a
[4] place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess
[5] say 'Welcome!'
[1] Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you
[2] presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou
[3] shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how
[4] did thy master part with Madam Julia?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very
[2] fairly in jest.
[1] But shall she marry him?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] No.
[1] How then? shall he marry her?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] No, neither.
[1] What, are they broken?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] No, they are both as whole as a fish.
[1] Why, then, how stands the matter with them?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it
[2] stands well with her.
[1] What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My
[2] staff understands me.
[1] What thou sayest?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean,
[2] and my staff understands me.
[1] It stands under thee, indeed.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.
[1] But tell me true, will't be a match?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will! if he say no,
[2] it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will.
[1] The conclusion is then that it will.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable.
[1] 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest
[2] thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] I never knew him otherwise.
[1] Than how?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
[1] Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
[1] I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself
[2] in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse;
[3] if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the
[4] name of a Christian.
[1] Why?
ACT II : SCENE V. The same. A street.
LAUNCE
[1] Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to
[2] go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go?
[1] At thy service.
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to
[2] think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's
[3] all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now
[4] that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a
[5] team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who
[6] 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I
[7] will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet
[8] 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis
[9] a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for
[10] wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel;
[11] which is much in a bare Christian.
[12] Here is the cate-log of her condition.
[13] 'Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse
[14] can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only
[15] carry; therefore is she better than a jade. 'Item:
[16] She can milk;' look you, a sweet virtue in a maid
[17] with clean hands.
[1] How now, Signior Launce! what news with your
[2] mastership?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.
[1] Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What
[2] news, then, in your paper?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] The blackest news that ever thou heardest.
[1] Why, man, how black?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, as black as ink.
[1] Let me read them.
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.
[1] Thou liest; I can.
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?
[1] Marry, the son of my grandfather.
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy
[2] grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.
[1] Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed!
[1] Reads 'Imprimis: She can milk.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Ay, that she can.
[1] 'Item: She brews good ale.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] And thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of your
[2] heart, you brew good ale.'
[1] 'Item: She can sew.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] That's as much as to say, Can she so?
[1] 'Item: She can knit.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when
[2] she can knit him a stock?
[1] 'Item: She can wash and scour.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] A special virtue: for then she need not be washed
[2] and scoured.
[1] 'Item: She can spin.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can
[2] spin for her living.
[1] 'Item: She hath many nameless virtues.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that,
[2] indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.
[1] 'Here follow her vices.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Close at the heels of her virtues.
[1] 'Item: She is not to be kissed fasting in respect
[2] of her breath.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on.
[1] 'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] That makes amends for her sour breath.
[1] 'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.
[1] 'Item: She is slow in words.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] O villain, that set this down among her vices! To
[2] be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray
[3] thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
[1] 'Item: She is proud.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot
[2] be ta'en from her.
[1] 'Item: She hath no teeth.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
[1] 'Item: She is curst.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
[1] 'Item: She will often praise her liquor.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I
[2] will; for good things should be praised.
[1] 'Item: She is too liberal.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she
[2] is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that
[3] I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and
[4] that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
[1] 'Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults
[2] than hairs, and more wealth than faults.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not
[2] mine, twice or thrice in that last article.
[3] Rehearse that once more.
[1] 'Item: She hath more hair than wit,'--
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] More hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. The
[2] cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it
[3] is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit
[4] is more than the wit, for the greater hides the
[5] less. What's next?
[1] 'And more faults than hairs,'--
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] That's monstrous: O, that that were out!
[1] 'And more wealth than faults.'
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well,
[2] I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is
[3] impossible,--
[1] What then?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Why, then will I tell thee--that thy master stays
[2] for thee at the North-gate.
[1] For me?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] For thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for a
[2] better man than thee.
[1] And must I go to him?
ACT III : SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
LAUNCE
[1] Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long
[2] that going will scarce serve the turn.
[1] Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!
ACT IV : SCENE I. The frontiers of Mantua. A forest.
Third Outlaw
[1] Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about ye:
[2] If not: we'll make you sit and rifle you.
[1] Sir, we are undone; these are the villains
[2] That all the travellers do fear so much.
ACT IV : SCENE I. The frontiers of Mantua. A forest.
First Outlaw
[1] We'll have him. Sirs, a word.
[1] Master, be one of them; it's an honourable kind of thievery.