| And, signior Shallow, though you have missed what my love meant you once, pray be my guest. |
| Nay all women signior, that can live only upon the smell of a Rose. |
| Then, signior, I lay on you my sovereign behest to furbish up your lungs and other vocal organs, as they will be wanted on my royal service. |
| I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or no? |
| Come, signior Principe, there is your partner ready for you. |
| You are not so handsome, signior, that one would die for you. |
