Nay all women signior, that can live only upon the smell of a Rose. |
Then, signior, I lay on you my sovereign behest to furbish up your lungs and other vocal organs, as they will be wanted on my royal service. |
And, signior Shallow, though you have missed what my love meant you once, pray be my guest. |
You are not so handsome, signior, that one would die for you. |
Come, signior Principe, there is your partner ready for you. |
I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or no? |