chapless

Why , e’en so . And now my Lady Worm’s ,
chapless and knocked about the mazard with a
sexton’s spade . Here’s fine revolution , an we had
the trick to see ’t . Did these bones cost no more the
breeding but to play at loggets with them ? Mine
ache to think on ’t .

O , bid me leap , rather than marry Paris ,
From off the battlements of any tower ,
Or walk in thievish ways , or bid me lurk
Where serpents are . Chain me with roaring bears ,
Or hide me nightly in a charnel house ,
O’ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones ,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls .
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud
( Things that to hear them told have made me
tremble ) ,
And I will do it without fear or doubt ,
To live an unstained wife to my sweet love .