Ah! poor girl, she will be scared out of her wits on her wedding night.
Udswoon, I'll give my wench a wedding-dinner, though I go to grass with the King of Assyria for it.
Not so soon. That is knocking my girl, before you bid her stand. Besides, my wench's wedding-gown is not come home yet.
[114]: Ha! there is my wench, I' faith. Touch and take, I'll warrant her; she'll breed like a tame rabbit.
My lord, will you cut his throat, or shall I?
Here, give my dog-whip.
Here, here, here, let me beat out his brains, and that will decide it.
Ha! they bill like turtles. Udsookers, they set my old blood afire. I shall cuckold somebody before morning.