“Get thee to a nunnery.”

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!”

“So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.”

“All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.”

“Our content Is our best having.”