Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

Send for the county; go tell him of this: I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell; And gave him what becomed love I might Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.

Why, I am glad on’t; this is well: stand up: This is as’t should be. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.

Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?