Haphazard. Why, how now, my lord Appius, what cheer?
Why, where is my reward for this gear?
Why did I ride, run, and revel,
And for all my jaunting now made a javel?
Why—run, sir knave, call me Claudius?
Then—run with a vengeance, watch Virginius:
Then—ride, sirrah; is Virginia at church?
Then—gallop to see where her father doth lurch.
Then—up, sirrah; now what counsel?
Of dame beauty what news canst thou tell?