You, you, ay, you! We have done our course; there’s money for your pains: I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel. Exit.

Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia; I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember; And call thy husband hither.

’Tis meet I should be used so, very meet. How have I been behaved, that he might stick The small’st opinion on my least misuse?

What is your pleasure, madam? How is’t with you?