Leonato By my troth neece thou wilt neuer get thee a huſband, if thou be ſo ſhrewd of thy tongue. / brother Infaith ſhees too curſt. / Beatrice Too curſt is more then curſt, I ſhall leſſen Gods ſending that way, for it is ſaide, God ſends a curſt cow ſhort hornes, but to a cow too curſt, he ſends none.

His list of sexual contacts was quite long, and included ladies from some of the ritzier establishments of ill repute across the border.

After this he began to go outside [the pub], many coats and yellow, thin overcoats opening willingly for him to pass, until he was out, or his legs had carried him there. He was tittuping.

[…] Love is a ſort of Devotion too, and not only ſhould beget Reſpect, but likevviſe ingage Patience.