1 Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
2 I know not what to say; but give me your hands.
3 Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
4 Give me thy hand, Kate; I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.'
5 She says you have some goodly jest in hand: She will not come; she bids you come to her.
6 Let specialities be therefore drawn between us, That covenants may be kept on either hand.
7 Lay hands on the villain: I believe a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
8 Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
9 Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound: All books of love, see that at any hand, And see you read no other lectures to her.
10 Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
11 Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
12 O, yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
13 No shame but mine; I must, forsooth, be forc'd To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.
14 Thus it stands: Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd, That till the father rid his hands of her, Master, your love must live a maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.
15 Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain; but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; Or what you will command me will I do, So well I know my duty to my elders.