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Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : I do forswear them : and I here protest, By this white glove (how white the hand, God

knows 1) Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express’d

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : And to begin, wench,--so God help me, la ! 590 My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you.

Biron. Yet I have a trick of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; They are infected, in their hearts it lies; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : These lords are visited; you are not free, For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

600 Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to

us. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.

Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Biron. Peace ; for I will not have to do with you.
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end.
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans.


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Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confession.

610 Were you

not here, but even now, disguis'd ?
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
King. I was, fair madam.

Prin. When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
King. That more than all the world I did respect

her. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject

her. King. Upon mine honour, no. Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;

620 Your oath broke once, you force not to forswear. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of

mine. Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear?

Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-sight; and did value me Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. 630 King. What mean you, Madam ; by my life, my

troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.

Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.

King. My faith and this, the princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear ; And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :What; will you have me, or your pearl again? 639

Biron. Neither of either ; I remit both twain.-I see the trick on't ;--Here was a consent (Knowing aforehand of our merriment), To dash it like a Christmas comedy : Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some

Dick, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d, Told our intents before: which once disclos'd, The ladies did change favours ; and then we, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. 650 Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn; in will, and error. Much upon this it is :-And might not you

[To BOYET. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier,

And laugh upon the apple of her eye ?
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Die when you will, a sinock shall be your shroud.
You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,

661 Wounds like a leaden sword.


Boyet. Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have




Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.

Biron. What, are there but three?

Cost. No, sir ; but it is very fine,
For every one pursents three.

Biron. And three times thrice is nine.
Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, it

is not so: You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know

what we know : I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,

Biron. Is not nine.

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.

681 Biron. How much is it?

Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will shew whereuntil it doth amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man in one poor man ; Pompion the great, sir. Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? I


Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him.

691 Biron. Go, bid them prepare. Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take

some care.

King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not approach.

[Exit CoSTARD. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and 'tis some

policy To have one show worse than the king's and his com

pany. King. I say, they shall not come. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you

now; That sport best pleases, that doth least know how : Where zeal strives to content, and the contents 700 Dies in the zeal of that which it presents, There form confounded makes most form in mirth; When great things labouring perish in their birth.

Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.


Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.

[Converses apart with the King. Prin. Doth this man serve God? Biron. Why ask you ? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.


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