1 And the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him.
2 That were a kind of bastard hope indeed; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
3 Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.
4 We have been praying for our husbands' welfare, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words.
5 There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.
6 Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad.
7 To be brief, the very truth is that the Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you.
8 Pray thee, take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviour I be misconst'red in the place I go to, And lose my hopes.