Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well govern’d youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

It fits, when such a villain is a guest: I’ll not endure him.

He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? go to. You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You’ll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you’ll be the man!