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For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
For. Yes, madam, fair.
Nay, never paint me now;
[Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do't: If wounding, then it was to show my skill, That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart: As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove
reignty Only for praise sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords?
Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
Enter CoSTARD. Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
is truth. An your waist mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be
fit. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest
here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one
lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
We will read it, I swear: Break the neck of the wax, and every one give
Boyet. [reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua 24 set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king? why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he ? to the beggar; What saw he? The beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? the leggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side? the king's ?-N0; on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; For titiles? titles; For thyself me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy