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Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong,
depart withal,] To depart and to part were anciently synonymous.
And wrong the reputation of your name,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
We arrest your
Satisfy me so.
come, Where that and other specialties 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 lodged 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.
Ros. My physick says, I.
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.
Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
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.
* No poynt,] A negation borrowed from the French.
And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you, to take him at his word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry ! Boyet.
And wherefore not ships ? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the
jest ? 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!
Boyet. Belonging to whom ?
fortunes and me.
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 ?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
• My lips are no common, though several they be.] A play on the word several, which, besides its ordinary signification of separate, distinct, likewise signifies, in uninclosed lands, a certain portion of ground appropriated to either corn or meadow, adjoining the common field.
• His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,] Although the expression in the text is extremely odd, I take the sense of it to be that his tongue envied the quickness of his eyes, and strove to be as rapid in its utterance, as they in their perception. Steevens.
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
enchanted with gazes :
Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos’dBoyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye 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 skil
fully, 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.
SCENE I. - Another Part of the same.
Enter ARMADO and Moth.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of