Vio. Why, man?
Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with
that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed
words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
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Vio. Thy reason, man?
Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words;
and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason
with them.
Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for