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Or yield up Aquitain.
We arrest your
Satisfy me so.
Boy. So please your grace, the packet is not
Where that and other specialties are bound;
King. It shall suffice me: at which interview,
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.
Rosa. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you hear'd it
Rosa. Is the fool sick?
Biron. Sick at the heart.
Rosa. Alack, let it blood.
Rosa. And yours from long living!
Boy. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word; What is she in the white?
Boy. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.
Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name.
Boy. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady.
Boy. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
Biron. Is she wedded, or no? Boy. To her will, sir, or so. Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu! Boy. Farewel to me, sir, and welcome to you, [Exit Biron. Ladies unmask. is Biron, the merry mad-cap
Mar. That last lord;
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board.
Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry!
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?
Boy. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her.
The civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. Boy. 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?
Boy. With that which we lovers intitle, affected. Prin. Your reason?
Boy. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd
Boy. 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. Rosa. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully.
Mur. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.