I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
In following him, I follow but myself.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe
sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you’ll 125 have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you’ll have your nephews neigh to you, you’ll have coursers for cousins and jennets for germans
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter 130 and the Moor are ⟨now⟩ making the beast with two backs.
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt, 150 Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes In an extravagant and wheeling stranger Of here and everywhere.
O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds By what you see them act.—Is there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood 195 May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing?
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