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A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast,
King. I do protest I never heard of it;
We arrest your word:-
Satisfy me so.
come, Where that and other specialities are bound; To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
King. It shall suffice me: at which interview All liberal reason I will yield unto. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness: You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so received, As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again.
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
[Exeunt King and his train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own
heart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
[Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word; What is she in the
white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the
light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,
were a shame.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
[Exit Biron. Ladies unmask. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet.
And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you, to take liim at his
word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to
board. Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry! Boyet.
And wherefore not ships? No sheep, swect lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her. Mar.
Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several they be "3.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
To my fortunes and me. Frin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles
agree: The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what?
were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass d.
His face's own margent did quote such arrazes,
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos d-
hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st
skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news
of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her
father is but grim. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? Mar.
What then, do you see? Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet.
You are too hard for me.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Another Part of the same.
Enter ARMADO and Moth. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of
hearing. Moth. Concolinel '4_