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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: do forswear them: and I here protest,
By this white glove (how white the hand, God knows!)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: And to begin, wench,-so God help me, la!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;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes:
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 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. gression
Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confession.
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
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject
King. Upon mine honour, no.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;
Your oath broke once, you force not to forswear. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of
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
That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick
Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, 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 done.
Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
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.
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?
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.
Biren. Go, bid them prepare.
Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take
King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not ap [Exit COSTARD.
Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis some
To have one show worse than the king's and his com
King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you
That sport best pleases, that doth least know how :
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.