. Complete works of William Shakespeare . : good fortune come to thee J180For thou wast got i the way of honesty. [Exeunt all but foot of honour better than I was;But many a many foot of land the , now can I make any Joan a lady.* Good den, sir Richard!—c God-a-mercy, fellow!—And if his name be George, I 11 call him Peter;For new-made honour doth forget mens names;T is too respective and too sociableFor your conversion. Now your traveller,He and his toothpick at my worships mess, 190 And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,Why then I suck my teeth and catechizeMy picked ma
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . : good fortune come to thee J180For thou wast got i the way of honesty. [Exeunt all but foot of honour better than I was;But many a many foot of land the , now can I make any Joan a lady.* Good den, sir Richard!—c God-a-mercy, fellow!—And if his name be George, I 11 call him Peter;For new-made honour doth forget mens names;T is too respective and too sociableFor your conversion. Now your traveller,He and his toothpick at my worships mess, 190 And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,Why then I suck my teeth and catechizeMy picked man of countries: My dear sir,Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,iI shall beseech you—that is question now;And then comes answer like an Absey book :40 sir, says answer,c at your best command;At your employment; at your service, sir:4No, sir, says question,; I, sweet sir, at yours:And so, ere answer knows what question would, 200Saving in dialogue of compliment,And talking of the Alps and Apennines,The Pyrenean and the river Po, 16. Iking $obn, scene i. It draws toward supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society And fits the mounting spirit like myself, For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation; And so am I, whether I smack or no; And not alone in habit and device, 210 Exterior form, outward accoutrement, But from the inward motion to deliver Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the ages tooth: Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. But who comes in such haste in riding-robes ? What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. O me! it is my mother. How now, good lady! 220What brings you here to court so hastily ? Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother ? whereis he,That holds in chase mine honour up and down ? Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Roberts son ?C
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