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Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this
light word? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning
out. Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark.
Kath. You weigh me not, -0, that's you care not for me.
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care.
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
I would, you knew :
Prin. Any thing like?
My red dominical, my golden letter:
Did he not send you twain?
ville; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no iess; Dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.
Ros. They are worse fools, to purchase mocking so. That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by the week 42! How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seck; And wait the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And shape his service wholly to my behests; And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are
catch'd, As wit turn'd fool: folly in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Enter Boyet. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. 0, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where's
her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare!-Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis'd, Armed in arguments: you'll be surprisid: Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Prin. Saint Dennis to Saint Cupid! What are
they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
And overheard what you shall overhear;
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,Like Muscovites, or Russians 44: as I guess, Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his several mistress; which they'll know
sight. . Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs: They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages display'd, to talk and greet. .
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; But, while, 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's
heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.