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King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.

Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.

[Exit. Ber. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease, 316

And utters it again when God doth please:
He is wit's pedlar, and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;

Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:

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I would not yield to be your house's guest;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
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 pastime 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. 364 Ros. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:

My lady, to the manner of the days, In courtesy gives undeserving praise.

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That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly, and in ushering
Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
This is the flower that smiles on every one, 332
To show his teeth as white as whales-bone;
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongu'd Boyet.
King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my
heart,

That put Armado's page out of his part!

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Re-enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BOYET; ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and Attendants.

Ber. See where it comes! Behaviour, what wert thou,

In Russian habit: here they stay'd 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, 372
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have

drink.

Ber. 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, 376
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 eye380

Ber. I am a fool, and full of poverty. Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,

Ber. O! I am yours, and all that I possess.
Ros. All the fool mine?
Ber.
I cannot give you less.
Ros. Which of the visors was it that you wore?
Ber. Where? when? what visor? why de-
mand you this?

The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you should

Ros. Help! hold his brows! he'll swound. Why look you pale?

have spoke;

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Ber. Thus pour the stars down plagues for

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perjury.

As the unsullied lily, I protest,

Can any face of brass hold longer out?- 396

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Forestall 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?
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 481
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet.

Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Ber. Lo! he is tilting straight. Peace! I have
done.

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Cost. [To NATHANIEL.] O! sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a closestool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander! [NATHANIEL retires.] There, an't shall please you: a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed! He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler; but, for Alisander,-alas, you see how 'tis, -a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority,

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this.

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Ergo, I come with this apology.

[MOTH retires.

Judas I am.

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Long. His calf is too big for Hector.

Dum. A Judas!

Dum. More calf, certain.