Prithee

i love you and you know how dearly roland is there none near us my affections ever have been your servant and with what superstition i have sainted you why then take this way twill be a childish and less prosperous course than his that knows not care why should we do our honest and our hearty love so wrong to overrun our fortunes then you flatter alas you know i cannot what hopes left else but flying to enjoy ye none so far for let it be admitted we have time and all things now in other expectation my father's bent against us what but ruin can such a byway bring us if your fears would let you look with my eyes i would shew you and certain how our staying here would win us the course though somewhat longer yet far surer and then moroso has ye no such matter for hold this certain begging stealing whoring selling which is a sin unpardonable of counterfeit cards and musty old english crocus switches and stones i the toothache sooner find me than drawn that fox moroso but for his money if wealth may win you hither hoc may be high priestess amongst the jews his money roland o love forgive me but what faith have thou why can his money kiss me yes behind and laid upon a petticoat or grasp me while i cry how good thank you o my troth thou mask me merry by such fear or lie with me as you may do alas what fools you men are his mouldy money half a dozen riders cannot sit but stamp fast on their saddles no roland no man shall make use of me my beauty was born free and free i'll give it to him who loves me not buys me you yet doubt me i cannot say i doubt ye go thy ways thou art the prettiest pulling piece of passion Your faith, I will not fail thee.

I had rather— Prithee, believe me, if I do not carry it for both our goods.

But— What

buts? I would tell you.

My

master forsooth.

O, how does thy master? Prithee, commend me to him.

How's this? My master stays forsooth.

Ye shall return to Tunstall with a line from me." Dick's face fell sorely.

"Prithee, Sir Daniel," he cried, "send one of the villains.

I beseech you, let me to the battle.

I can strike a stroke, I promise you." "I misdoubt it not," replied Sir Daniel, sitting down to write.

To have a riding rod and spurs, and never a horse to sit upon.

And before all,' he added, looking ruefully upon his clothes, "'before all to be so sorely besmirched.' "'Tut,' cried Dick, "'would you mind a ducking? Blood of wound or dust of travel, that's a man's adornment.' "'Nay then, I like him better plain,' observed the lad.

"'But prithee, how shall I do? Prithee, good Master Richard, help me with your good counsel.

If I come not safe to Holywood, I am undone.' "'Nay,' said Dick, dismounting, "'I will give more than counsel.

Rising in your flesh do you feel, say you? Ay, you may be with child, but why should not my master feel a rising in his flesh, having a gown and a gold ring on? But you are such a shrew, you'll soon pull him down.

Prithee, peace! Thou mak'st my worship laugh, but let that pass.

Come, I'll go in.

Hodge, Prithee, go before me.

Firk, follow me.

Firk doth follow.

Watch at my lord-mare's.

There, if he live, Dodger, thou shalt be sure to meet with him.

Thou hast not, cousin.

Prithee, be cheerful.

Know'st thou not the duke hath banished me, his daughter? Jack.

That he hath not.

Clytemnestra: Thou to Argos camest with me, Hast been mine unto this hour.

Old servant: So it is; To thee devoted more than to thy lord am I. Clytemnestra: Prithee, now unveil thy secret, Whatsoe'er the mystery.

Old servant: Lo, thy child Her very father with his own hand soon shall slay.

Clytemnestra: How? Avaunt the story, ancient! Sure thy wit is all astray.

Hear the thing that flashed upon me, mother, as I thought hereon.

Lo, resolved I am to die; and fain am I that this be done gloriously, that I thrust ignoble craven thoughts away.

Prithee, mother, this consider with me; mark how well I say.

Unto me almighty Hellas looks; I only can bestow boons upon her, sailing of her galleys, Phrygia's overthrow, safety for her daughters from barbarians in the days to come, that the ravisher no more may snatch them from a happy home, when the penalty is paid for Paris' outrage, Helen's shame.

He keeps such a chaffing with my mistress about it, and she has sent me to look thee out.

Prithee, come away.

Keep out, keep out, or else you are blown up.

You are dismembered, Ralph.