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Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-fies
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
600 Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to
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 ave 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 transa gression
Some fair excuse.
610 Were you not here, but even now, disguis’d?
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
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 bath 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?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
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,
Biron. What, are there but three?
670 For every one pursents three.
Biron. And three times thrice is nine.
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.
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
1 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
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.