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snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my in-1 Hol. Shall I have audience? He shall present tellect: true wit.
[is wit-old. Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which strangling a snake; and I will have an apology Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? for that purpose. Moth. Horns.
(thy gig. Moth. An excellent.device! so, if any of the Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go whip audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules!
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and now thou crushest the snake that is the way to I will whip about your infamy circum circa ; A make an offence gracious; though few have the gig of a cuckold's horn!
grace to do it. Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ? thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, Hol. I will play three myself. there is the very remuneration I had of thy mas- Noth. Turice worthy gentleman! ter, thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon- Arm. Shall I tell you a thing? egg of discretion. (), an the heavens were so lol. We attend. pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an anjoyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou tick. I beseech you, follow. hastitad dunghill, at the fingers'ends, as theysay. Hol. l'ia, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken
Ilok. 0, I smell false Latin; dunghill for un- no word all this while. guem.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled Holl. Alons! we will employ thee. from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let Hol. Or, mons, the hill.
them dance the hay. Arm. At yoursweet pleasure, for the mountain. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Hol. I do, sans question.
[Exeunt. Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure SCENE II. Another part of the same. and affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which
Before the Princess's Pavilion. the rude multitude call, the afternoon. Enter the l'rincess, KATHARINE, Rosaline, and Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous
MARIA. sir, is liable, congruent, and measureable for the Prin, Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we afternoon: the word is well cull’d, chose; sweet If fairings thus come plentifully in; (depart, and apt, I do assure you, sir, 1 do assure. A lady walld about with diamonds
Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Look you, what I have from the loving king. my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend : Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with -For what is inward between us, let it pass :
(rhyme, I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in beseech thee, apparel thy head ;--and among As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, other importunate and most serious designs,- Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; and of great import indeed, too; but let that That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. pass :--for I must tell thee, it will please his Ros. That was the way to make his godhead grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with his royal finger, thus, For he hath been five thousand years a boy. dally with my excrement, with my mustachio: Koth. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. but, 'sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, kos. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd I recount no fable; some certain special honours
[heavy; it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the And so she died : had she been light, like yon, world: but let that pass.--The very all of all of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, is.--butsweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that She might have been a grandam ere she died : the king would have me present the princess, And so may you; for a light heart lives long. sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of or show, or pageant, or antick, or firework. Now, this light word ? understanding that the curate and your sweet Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. self, are good at such eruptions, and sudden Ros. We need more light to find your meaning breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have ac
snuff; quainted you withal, to the end to crave your Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in assistance.
Therefore, I'll darkly end the argunient. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the worthies.- Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some dark. entertainment of time, some show in the pos- Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. terior of this day, to be rendered by our assist- Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore ance,--the king's command, and this most gal- light.
[not for me. lant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,-before Kath. You weigh me not.--0, that's you care the priucess; I say, none so fit as to present Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past the nine worthies.
[play'd. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well to present them?
But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant Who sent it and what is it? gentleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, be- Ros.
I would, you knew; cause of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pom- And if my face were but as fair as yours, pey the great; the page, ilercules.
My favour were as great: be witness this. Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron: enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, big as the end of his club.
I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. And ever and anon they made a doubt,
For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see ;
swore, Prin. But what was sent to you fair Du- A better speech was never spoke before : Kath. Madam, this glove.
[main? Another, with his finger and his thumb, Prin.
Did he not send you twain. Cry'd Via! we will dot, come what will come ; Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
The third he caper'd, and cried, Al goes well: Some thousand verses of a faithful lover: The fourth turnd on the toe, and down he fell. A huge translation of hypocrisy,
With that they all did tumble on the ground, Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
With such a zealous laughter, so profound, Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longa- That in this spleen ridiculous appears, The letter is too long by half a mile. (ville : To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit heart,
[thus,The chain were longer, and the letter short ? Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, part.
The purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. And every one his love feat will advance
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know That same Biron I'll torture ere I go. (so. By favours several, which they did bestow. O, that I knew he were but in by the week Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; task'd : And wait the season, and observe the times, For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd; And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And not a man of them shall have the grace, And shape his service wholly to my behests ; Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.And make him proud to make me proud that Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; jests!
And then the king will court thee for his dear; So potent-like would I o'ersway his state, Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me That he should be my fool, and I his fate. So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.- (thine; Prir. None are so surely caught, when they And change you favours too; so shall your loves are catch'd,
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. As wit turned fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; sight.
(tent ? And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Rath. But, in this changing, what is your in
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : As gravity's revolt to wantonness. [excess, They do it but in mocking merriment;
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, And mock for mock is only my intent. As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Their several counsels they unbosom shall Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal, To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Upon the next occasion that we meet Enter BOYET.
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his Ros. But shall wedance, if they desire us to't? face.
[her grace? Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: Boyel. O, I am stabh'd with laughter! Where's Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; Prin. Thy news, Poyet ?
But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare!- Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speakArm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are er's heart, Against your peace: Love doth approach dis- And quite divorce his memory from his part. guis'd,
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt, Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd : The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erOr hide your beads like cowards, and fly hence. thrown; Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: they,
[say. So shall we stay, mocking intended game; That charge their breath against us? say, scout, And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
[Trumpets sound within. I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour: Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the When lo! to interrupt iny purpos'd rest,
[The ladies mask. Toward that shade I might behold addrest The king and his companions: warily
Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
in Russian habits, and masked; Moru, Musicians
and Attendants. And overheard what you shall overhear; That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, Action, and accent, did they teach him there;
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear; That ever turn'a their backs to mortal views
Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
King. More measure of this measure; be not Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! nice. Out
Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. Boyet. True; out, indeed.
King. Prize you yourselves; what buys your Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouch- Ros. Your absence only. (company? Not to behold
That can never be. Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu; Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, Twice to your visor, and half once to you! --with your sun-beamed eyes
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet. Ros. In private then.
(chat. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. King.
I am best pleased with that, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings
[They converse apart. me out.
(rogue.' Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you with thee.
(three. Ros. What would these strangers ? know their Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar: there is minds, Boyet:
Biron. Nay then, two treys (an if you grow so If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
nice), That some plain man recount their purposes: Metheglin, wort, and malmsey;-Well run, dice! Know what they would.
There's half a dozen sweets. Boyet. What would you with the princess ? Prin.
Seventh sweet, adieu ! Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentlevisitation. Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. Ros. What would they, say they?
Biron. One word in secret. Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Prin.
Let it not be sweet. Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. gone. [gone. Prin.
Gall? bitter. Boyet. She says you have it, and you may be Biron.
Therefore meet. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,
[They converse opart. To tread a measure with her on this grass. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change Boye They say that they have measur'd Mar. Name it.
[a word ? many a mile,
Fair lady, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Mar.
Say you so? Fair lord, Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches Take that for your fair lady. Is in one mile: If they have measur'd many, Dum.
Please it you, The measure then of one is easily told. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'd
[They converse apart. miles,
Kath. What, was your visor made without a And many miles; the princess bids you tell,
tongue? How many inches do fill up one mile.
Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary Kath. O, for your reason quickly, sir; I long. Boyet. She hears herself.
(steps. Long. You have a double tongue within your Ros.
How many weary steps, mask, Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, And would afford my speechless visor half. Are number'd in the travel of one mile ?
Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman; Is not real Biron. We number nothing that we spend for Long. A calf, fair lady?
(a calf? Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
No, a fair lord calf. That we may do it still without accompt. Long. Let's part the word. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, Kath.
No, I'll not be your half: That we, like savages, may worship it. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds sharp mocks! do!
[shine Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do (Those clouds removid) upon our watry eyne. grow.
[die. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter, Long. One word in private with you, ere I Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears King. Then, in our measure vouchsafe but one you cry.
[Thuy converse apart. change:
Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Ås is the razor's edge invisible, (as keen Ros. Play, musick, then: nay, you must do it Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; soon.
Above the sense of sense : so sensible Not yet;-no dance :thus change I like the Seemeth their conference; their conceits have moon.
[swifter things. King. Will you not dance? How come you Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, thus estrang'd ?
[chang'd. Ros. Not one word 'more, my maids; break Ros. You took the moon at full ; but now she's oft, break off.
[scoff! King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure The musick plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simRos. Our ears vouchsafe it.
[Excunt King, Lords, MOTH, King. But your legs should do it
Musick and Attendants. Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.by chance,
(dance. Are these the breed of wits so wonderd at? We'll not be nice: take hands ;--We will not Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet King. Why take we hands then ?
breaths puff'd out. Ros.
Only to part friends :- Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross, Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Will they not, think you, hang themselves to- That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice night?
In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. Mend him who can; the ladies call him, sweet;
Pos. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. This is the flower that smiles on every one,
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. To show his teeth as white as whales bone: Har. Dumain was at my service, and his And consciences, that will not die in debt, sword:
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
Kath. Lord Langeville said, I came o'er his heart,
Enter the Princess, usher'd bg BOYET; ROSALINE, Prin.
Go, sickness, as thou art! MARIA, KATHERINE, and Attendants. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute- Biron. See where it comes !--Behaviour, what caps.
(now? But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Till this man show'd thee? and what ari thou Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time me.
of day! Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. King. Construe my speeches better, if you may.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, giveear: Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you Immediately they will again be here
leave. In their own shapes; for it can never be, King. We came to visit you ; and purpose now They will digest this harsh indignity.
To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. Prin. Will they return?
Prin. This field shall hold me: and so hold Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
your vow: And leap for joy, though they are lame with Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. blows:
(pair, King. Rebuke me not for that which you Therefore, change favours; and, when they re- provoke; Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
The virtue of your eye must break my oath, Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be Prin. You nick name virtue : vice you should understood.
[bud: have spoke : Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their For virtue's office never breaks men's troth Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure shown,
As the unsullied lily, 1 protest, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. A world of torments though I should endure,
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, I would not yield to be your house's guest If they return in their own shapes to woo ? So much I hate a breaking-cause to be
Pos. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Let's mock them still, as well known, as dis- King. (), you have liv'd in desolation here, guis'd,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Let us complain to them what fools were here, Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; We have had pastimes here, and pleasant And wonder, what they were; and to what end a mess of Russians left us but of late. [game: Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, King. How, madam ? Russians ? And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Ay, in truth, my lord; Should be presented at our tent to us. (hand. Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at Ros. Madam, speak true It is not so, my Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes rup over land. My lady (to the manner of the days), (lord; [Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted here with four Enter the King, Birox, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, in their proper habits.
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the They did not bless us with one happy word. princess?
Ljesty, I dare not call them fools; but this I think, Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your ma- When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Cominand me any service to her thither?
[sweet, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one Biron. This jest is dry to me.---Fair, gentle word.
Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. greet
[Exit. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons By light we lose light: Your capacity peas :
Is of that nature, that to your huge store And uiters it again when Jove doth please : Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares
(my eye, At wakes and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs: Ros. This proves you wise and rich'; for in And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Biron, I am a fool, and full of poverty: Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Ros. But that you takewhat doth to you belong, This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; It were a fault to snatch words from my tongud. Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possesid,
1 He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is he, Ros. All the fool mine? That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy:
Biron. I cannot give you less.
Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear Riron. Where? when? what visor? why de- As precious eyesight; and did value me mand you this?
(case, Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous That he would wed me, or else die my lover. That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord King. We are descried : they'll mock us now Most honourably doth uphold his word. downright.
King. What mean you, madam? by my life, Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
my troth, Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your I never swore this lady such an oath. (plain, highness sad?
Ros. By heaven, you did; and to contirm it Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. Why look you pale ?
King. My faith, and this, the princess I did Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
give; Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. perjury:
Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Can any face of brass hold longer out? And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear: Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; What; will you have me or your pearl again?
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.flout;
I see the trick on't :--Here was a consent, Thrust thysharpwitquite through myignorance; (Knowing aforehand of our merrimect),
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; To dash it like a Christmas comedy : [zany, And I will wish thee never more to dance, Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
(trick Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue; That smiles his cheek in jeers; and knows the Nor ever come in visor to my friend;
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd Nor woo in rhyme like a blind harper's song: Told our intents before: which once disclos'd, Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
The ladies did chauge favours; and then we, Three pild hyperboles, spruce affectation, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: We are again forsworn; in will and error. I do forswear them, and I here protest,
Much upon this it is:-And might not you, By this white glove, (how white the hand,
[To BOYET. God knows!)
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'a Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And, to begin, wench--So God help me, la !-- And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Holding a trencher, jesting merrily ? Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you,
You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd ; Biron,
Yet I have a trick Die when you will, a smock shall be your Of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick;
slurowd. I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;- You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; Wounds like a leaden sword. They are infected, in their hearts it lies,
Full merrily They have the plague,and caught it of youreyes: Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. These lords are visited: you are not free, Biron, Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
have done. Prin. No, they are free, that gare these tokens
Enter COSTARD. to us.
(us. Welcome, pure wit! thou pertest a fair fray. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, Whether the three worthies shall come in or no. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Biron. What, are there but three? Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with
No, sir; but it is vara fine, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. (you. For every one pnrsents three. Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Biron. And three times thrice is nine end.
(transgression Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude hope, it is not so: Soine fair excuse.
You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you; sis; Prin. The fairest is confession.
we know what we know; Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ? I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir, King. Madam, I was.
Is not nine. Prin.
And were you well advis'd ? Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whernKing. I was, fair madam.
until it doth amount. Prin.
When you then were here, Diron. By Jove, I always took three threes What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
for nine. King. That more than all the world I did re- Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get spect her.
[reject her. your living by reckoning, sir. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Biron. How much is it? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Prin.
Peace, peace, forbear; actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. for my own part, I am, as they say, but to pur
I King. Despise me, when I break this oath of fect one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion mine.
the great, sir. Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-Rosaline, Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? W bat did the Russian whisper in your ear? Cost. It pleaseth them, to think me worthy of