Our wooing doth not end like an old play.
Jack hath not Jill. These ladies’ courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
Laus Deo, bone intelligo.
Bone? Bone for bene? Priscian a little scratched;
Fetch hither the swain. He must carry me a letter.
A message well sympathized—a horse to be ambassador for an ass.
Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
How meanest thou?
I do affect the very ground (which is base)
where her shoe (which is baser) guided by her foot
(which is basest) doth tread.