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Marry, by these special marks: first, you have

learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,

like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a

robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had

the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had

lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had

buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes

diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to

speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were

wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you

walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you

fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you

looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you

are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look

on you, I can hardly think you my master.