Thou dunce, thou varlet; whence this day of rest?
To bowl on Sabbath matters not to me
And fools me not; it may deceive the leaguesmen,
But none of woman born fools Joshua.
Thy games of mind are fit for childrens’ spoils,
And laughable; my act is but delayed,
For if I will not have thee Saturday
I’ll surely have my way with thee mid-week.
This Wednesday thou and I a-courting go;
Think well on it!
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