WIT.
I would I had never known you, by the mass.
Must I look so long, and spend my life with toil?
Nay, sure, I will either win it, or take the foil.
STUDY.
The surer is your ground, the better you shall bear it.
WILL.
Ground us no ground; let him win it, and wear it.
INSTRUCTION.
Good sir, be ruled, and leave this peevish elf.
WIT.
I had even as lief ye bad me hang myself;
Leave him? no, no, I would you all knew,
You be but loiterers to him, my Will tells me true.
I could be content with a week, yea a month or twain,
But three or four years! marry, that were a pain.
So long to keep me, and lie like a hog.
WILL.
A life, with all my heart, I would not wish a dog.
WIT.
Will a week serve?
STUDY.
No.
WIT.
A month?
STUDY.
Neither.