If I do so,it will be more price,Being spoke behind your back,than to your face.
So will ye, I am sure, that you will love me.
Where I have learnt me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition To you and your behests,and am enjoined By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon.Pardon, I beseech you!Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Send for the County.Go tell him of this.I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
What if it be a poison which the friar Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored.I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not,For he hath still been tried a holy man.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed. The curfew bell hath rung. 'Tis three o'clock.Look to the baked meats, good Angelica.Spare not for the cost.
For this night’s watching.Get you to bed, faith. You’ll be sick tomorrow Go, you cot-quean, go.
Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.Life and these lips have long been separated.Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
O me, O me! My child, my only life,Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help! Call help.