And fain would have his will.
Rang do didlo dee.
Don't mind her. Let her cry. It's the comfort of her heart. I have seen her and sister cry over a book for an hour together; and they said, they liked the book the better the more it made them cry.
Hast. Then you're no friend to the ladies, I find, my pretty young gentleman?
Tony. That's as I find 'um.
Hast. Not to her of your mother's choosing, I dare answer: and yet she appears to me a pretty, well-tempered girl.
Tony. That's because you don't know her as well as I. Ecod! I know every inch about her; and there's not a more bitter cantankerous toad in all Christendom.
Hast. (Aside.) Pretty encouragement this for a lover!
Tony. I have seen her since the height of that. She has as many tricks as a hare in a thicket, or a colt the first day's breaking.
Hast. To me she appears sensible and silent.