I wouldn’t be anywhere else on your birthday.

You put me to forget a lady’s manners By being so verbal; and learn now, for all, That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce By th’ very truth of it, I care not for you

If hunger drive the Pagans from their dens, One, 'gainst a settle breaketh both his shins;

Some call their sons Emmanuel : this is too bold. The name is proper to Christ, therefore not to be communicated to any creature.