Go to, Go to, thou art a fellow fool. Let me be clear of thee.
Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
I will be free from thee
Come, sir I will not let you go. Come my yon soilder, put up your iron. You are well flashed. Come on.
Act 4, Scene 2
Fool, I'll requite it in he highest degree. I prithee, be gone.
Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madam till I see his brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink.
Act 4, Scene 3
Blame not this hate of mine. If you mean well, Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by. There, before him And underneath that consecrated roof,Plightme the full assurance of your faith That my most jealous and too doubtful soul May I've in peace. He shall conceal it. While you are willing it shall come to note, What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth. What do yo say?
I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And having, sworn truth, ever will be true
Then lead the way, good father, and heavens so shine That they may fairly note this act of mine