ACT 1
Scene 3

...this busy time.
Enter Sir John the Bastard, and Conrade, his companion.
What the goodyear, my lord, why are you
thus out of measure sad?

...is without limit.
You should hear reason.

...blessing brings it?
If not a present remedy, at least a patient
sufferance.

...in his humor.
Yea, but you must not make the full show of
this till you may do it without controlment. You
have of late stood out against your brother, and he
hath ta’en you newly into his grace, where it is
impossible you should take true root but by the fair
weather that you make yourself. It is needful that
you frame the season for your own harvest.

...to alter me.
Can you make no use of your discontent?

...will assist me?
To the death, my lord.

...upon your Lordship.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 3

...I beseech you.
Enter Borachio and Conrade.

...Conrade, I say!
Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

...a scab follow.
I will owe thee an answer for that. And now
forward with thy tale.

...a thousand ducats.
Is it possible that any villainy should be so
dear?

...price they will.
I wonder at it.

...to a man.
Yes, it is apparel.

...mean the fashion.
Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

...not hear somebody?
No, ’twas the vane on the house.

...as his club?
All this I see, and I see that the fashion wears
out more apparel than the man. But art not thou
thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast
shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the
fashion?

...amiable amiable encounter.
And thought they Margaret was Hero?

...these men’s bills.
A commodity in question, I warrant you.—
Come, we’ll obey you.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 2

...and so farewell.
Enter the Constables Dogberry and Verges, and the Town Clerk, or Sexton, in gowns, with the Watch, Conrade, and Borachio.

...come before me.
Conrade and Borachio are brought forward.

...down “Borachio.”—Yours, sirrah?
I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is
Conrade.

...you serve God?
Yea, sir, we hope.

...you for yourselves?
Marry, sir, we say we are none.

...in the hands—
Off, coxcomb!

...them.—Thou naughty varlet!
Away! You are an ass, you are an ass!

...down an ass!
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...brother was fled?
Enter Constables Dogberry and Verges, and the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio.

...this lewd fellow.
They exit.