A better bargain you did never make.
Rom. I’ll take thee at thy word: I’ll change my nature,
And get my name changed by the legislature.
Mer. Not in our General Court can you, I’ll swear:
They change not names, but only color, there.
Jul. What lads art thou beneath my window met?
Mer. Lads! With a ladder we’d be nearer yet.
Rom. I know not how, dear saint, to tell you that,
Because my name is written in my hat,
And you don’t like it. I would rub it out,