PALAMON.
Devils take ’em,
That are so envious to me! pre’thee kill me.
KEEPER.
And hang for’t afterward.
PALAMON.
By this good light,
Had I a sword I would kill thee.
KEEPER.
Why, my Lord?
PALAMON.
Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually
Thou art not worthy life. I will not goe.
KEEPER.
Indeede, you must, my Lord.
PALAMON.
May I see the garden?
KEEPER.
Noe.
PALAMON.
Then I am resolud, I will not goe.
KEEPER.
I must constraine you then: and for you are dangerous,
Ile clap more yrons on you.