ARMADO.
I love not to be crossed.
MOTH.
[Aside.] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
ARMADO.
I have promised to study three years with the Duke.
MOTH.
You may do it in an hour, sir.
ARMADO.
Impossible.
MOTH.
How many is one thrice told?
ARMADO.
I am ill at reckoning. It fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
MOTH.
You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
ARMADO.
I confess both. They are both the varnish of a complete man.
MOTH.
Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.