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So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow’d with integrity. 53e
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game;
A mess of Russians left us but of late.
King. How, madam Russians ?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Ros. Madam, speak true —It is not so, my lord;
My lady (to the manner of these days), 549
In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted were with four
In Russian habit: here they staid an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
Biron. This jest is dry to me.—Fair, gentle, sweet,
Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, 550
By light we lose light: Your capacity
Is of that nature, that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in my
eye, -
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
** Biron.

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Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. Res. All the fool mine * Biron. I cannot give you less. 560 Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ? Biron. Where when what visor? why demand you this Ros. There, then, that visor ; that superfluous Case, That hid the worse, and shew'd the better face. • King. We are descry'd; they'll mock us now down right. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your highness sad Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale — Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury. 579 Can any face of brass hold longer out?— Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; : Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thee never more to dance, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. . O 1 never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

- Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; -Nor never come in visor to my friend; 38o Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song: ~ Taffata

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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. 6oo Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to ll.S.

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 transgression * Some

Some fair excuse.
Prin, The fairest is confession. 61 o

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 reječt her. King. Upon mine honour, no. Prin. Peace, peace, forbear; 62o

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. 63o 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 Boy E.T. 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 smock shall be your shroud. You leer upon me, do you ? there's an eye, 661 Wounds like a leaden sword. Boyet.

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