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Another part of the same. Before the Princess's
Enter the Princess, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?
in a sheet of paper,
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Kath, He made her melancholy, sad, and heavys
2 Formerly a term of endearment.
Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
do it still i' the dark.
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But Rosaline, you have a favour too : Who sent it? and what is it? Ros.
I would, you knew :
Prin. Any thing like?
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows!
3 In anger.
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
Did he not send
twain ? Kath. Yes, madamı; and moreover, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover: A huge translation of hypocrisy. Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity. Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Lone
gaville ; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short ?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by the week! How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; And wait the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And shape his service wholly to my behests; And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are
catch'd, As wit turn's fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such
excess, As gravity's revolt to wantonness,
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. O, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where's
her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare!
stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess, Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know By favours several, which they did bestow.
Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd: For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd; And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear ; And then the king will court thee for his dear; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ; So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.-