He capers, he daunces, he writes verses, he smelles
All April and May: he wil cary it, he wil carit,
Tis in his betmes he wil carite.
20 Pa. My host not with my consent: the gentleman is
Wilde, he knowes too much: If he take her,
Let him take her simply: for my goods goes
With my liking, and my liking goes not that way.
For. Well, I pray go home with me to dinner:
IX. 25 Besides your cheare Ile shew you wonders: Ile
Shew you a monster. You shall go with me