No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand, opposed against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior, And to be noted for a merry man, He’ll woo a thousand, ’point the day of marriage, Make friends invite, and proclaim the banns; Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed. Now must the world point at poor Katherine …
