“Come, we burn daylight, ho!”

“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mireOf this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'stUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!”

“We burn daylight.”

“what ho, apothecary!”

“Ho! now you strike like the blind man;t'was the boy that stole your meat,and you'll beat the post.”

“When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.”

“Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to theworld but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in acorner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!”