1 This is the monkey's own giving out.
2 I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
3 I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes.
4 O my sweet, I prattle out of fashion, and I dote In mine own comforts.
5 For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved.
6 She is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.
7 The duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own.'
8 So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.
9 I'll have some proof: her name, that was as fresh As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black As mine own face.
10 For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane If I would time expend with such a snipe But for my sport and profit.
11 I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
12 As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
13 And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so To the Moor.'
14 You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd.
15 Whoe'er he be, that in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense, yea, though our proper son Stood in your action.
16 Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me.
17 Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit To your own person: nay, when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poise and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted.'
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