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King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should
have spoke ;
As the unsullied lily, I protest,
I would not yield to be your house's guest;
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have liad pastimes here, and pleasant game; A iness of Russians left us but of late.
King. How, madam? Russians ?
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 the days*), . In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. We four, indeed, confronted here with four In Russian habit: fiere they stay'd an hour, 1 And talk'd apace; and in that haur, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word.. i I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, Wheu they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
After the fashion of the times.
Biron. This jest is dry to me Fair, gentle sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we grect With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: Your capacity Is of that nature, that to your buge 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, aod fall of poverty.
Ros, But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to spatch words from my tongue.
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
I cannot give you less. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand
you this? :i. Ros. There, then, thatvisor; that superfluous case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. We are descried: they'll mock us now
downright. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. · Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your high.. ness 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 per
jury.... 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;
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;
Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation:
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes:
Ros. Sans Sans, I pray you.
Yet I have a trick
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.
Ros. It is not so; Por how can this be true,
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you.
gression Some fair excuse. Prir.
The fairest is confession.
King. Madam, I was.
And were you well advis'd?
When you then were here,
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re.
Peace, peace, forbear; Your oath once broke, you force* not to forswear.
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, Wbat did the Russian whisper in your ear? .
Ros, Madam, lie swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-siglit; 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. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my
troth, I never swore this lady such an oath,
Ros. By heaven, you did ; aud 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 Birón, I thank him, is my dear :What ; will you have me, or your pearl again?
Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. I see the trick on't;—Here was a consentt. (Knowing a forehand of our merriment), To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zanyi, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some
. lol : 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. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn; in will, and error.
* Make no difficulty.
Mach 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 squire®,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily!
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.
No, sir; but it is vara fine,
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 uine. 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?