cousin would have made me tremble, And I warrant her, she. Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! Why, love, I am content, so thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop’st with death If thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that; Say either, and I’ll find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must use In dear employment.