For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. 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 common wealth. Cos. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady? Shrewish. SHAK. 2 God give you all good even. III. R Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Cos. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Cos. The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth 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? Cos. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve: Boy. I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. Boy. [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 1 Open this letter. |