1 God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.
2 God knows when we shall meet again.
3 Well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me.
4 One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.
5 Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers.
6 Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.
7 Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
8 God mark thee to his grace Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
9 Wife, we scarce thought us blest That God had lent us but this only child; But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her.
10 God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo's seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both.