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Bir. O, I am yours, and all that I
less. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you
wore? Bir. Where? when? what visor ? why demand
Ros. There, then, that visor ; 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. Amazed, my lord ? Why looks your high
Ros. Help, hold his brows: he'll swoon! Why
look you pale ? Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Bir. 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
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! 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 ; 1
Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, 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 !) Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : And, to begin, wench,—s
--so God help me, la !My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Ros. Suns sans, I pray you.
Yet I have a trick
to us. Bir. Our states are forfeit; seek not to undo
2 Affectation. 3 In allusion to the inscription set on houses infected with the plague.
Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,
Bir. Peace ; for I will not have to do with you.
gression Some fair excuse. Prin.
The fairest is confession.
King. Madam, I was.
And were you well advised ?
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
reject her. King. Upon mine honor, no. Prin.
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, What did the Russian whisper in your ear ?
Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
1 How can those be liable to forfeiture that commence the process ?
? Make no difficulty.
As precious eye-sight; and did value me
Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord
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?
Bir. Neither of either; I remit both twain.I see the trick on’t.—Here was a consent, 1 (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 jeers; and knows the trick To make my lady laugh, when she's disposed, Told our intents before; which once disclosed, The ladies did change favors; and then we, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
[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. Bir. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have
Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
Cos. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Bir. What, are there but three?
No, sir; but it is vara fine, For every one pursents three.
Bir. And three times thrice is nine.
1 First in will, and afterwards in error.
Square, rule. * You may say what you will ; you are a licensed fool.