Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

A little water clears us of this deed.

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.