1 In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
2 Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.'
3 You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.
4 Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, I did not bid you mar it to the time.
5 Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
6 I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
7 Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest, And therefore frame your manners to the time.'
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 At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.'
10 I am no breeching scholar in the schools, I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself.'
11 Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love: Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.'
12 If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness, And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
13 Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so: Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
14 Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence, It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue and that part of philosophy Will I apply that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd.