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This Gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
King. A blifter on his sweet tongue with my heart,
Boyet, and attendants.
thou, 'Till this man shew'd thee? and what art thou now? King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair in all hail is foul, as I conceive, King. Conftrue my speeches better, if you may..
Prin. Then with me better, I will give you leave. King. We come to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our Court; vouchsafe it then.
Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjur'd men.
The vertue of your eye must break my oath.
As the unfully'd lilly, I protest,
I would not yield to be your house's guest :
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
King. How, Madam? Rulians ?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
Rof. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord :
Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair, gentle, sweet,
Rof. This proves you wise and rich ; for in my eye-
Ref. But that you take what doth to you belong,
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I postess.
. Which of the vizors was it, that you wore? Biron. Where? when what vizor? why demand Rof. There, then, that vizor, that fuperfluous
Dum. Lët us confess, and turn it to a jest.
you pale ?
Can any face of brass hold longer out?
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout,
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
Nor never more in Rufian habit wait.
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;
Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song,
Three pild hyperboles, fpruce affectation,
Have blown me full of maggot-oftentation :
In ruffet yeas, and honest kerfie 'nces :
Rof. Sans, fans, I pray you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
greffion Some fair excuse.
Prin. The faireft is confeflion.
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rofaline,
Rof. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady fucb an oath.
Ros. By heav'n, you did ; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' 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
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 consent, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment) To dash it, like a Christmas comedy. Some carry tale, fome please-man, some flight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, fome Dick, Thar smiles his cheek in jeers, and knows the trick (37) 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 the : 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 th' squier,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
Boyet. Full merrily
Coft. O lord, Sir, they would know
Biror. What, are there but three?
Cost. No, Sir, but it is vara fine ; For every one pursents three.
(37) That Smiles bis Cbeek in years.] Thus the whole Set of Impreffions : but I cannot for my Heart comprehend the Sense of this Phrase. I am persuaded, I have restor'd the Poet's Word and Meaning. Boyet's Character was That of a fleerer, Jeerer, mocker, carping Blade.