The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,
An if we meet we shall not scape a brawl (3.1.)
I do protest I never injuried thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise (3.1.)
Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. (3.1.)
A plague a’ both your houses!
They have made worms’ meat of me. (3.1.)
O, I am fortune’s fool (3.1.)