COSTARD.
I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
KING.
And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
My Lord Berowne, see him delivered o’er;
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.
[Exeunt King, Longaville and Dumaine.]
BEROWNE.
I’ll lay my head to any good man’s hat
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
Sirrah, come on.
COSTARD.
I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl. And therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The park
Enter Armado and Moth, his Page.
ARMADO.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
MOTH.
A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.