PRINCESS.
You will the sooner that I were away,
For you’ll prove perjured if you make me stay.
[The King reads the paper.]
BEROWNE.
[To Rosaline.] Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
ROSALINE.
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
BEROWNE.
I know you did.
ROSALINE.
How needless was it then
To ask the question!
BEROWNE.
You must not be so quick.
ROSALINE.
’Tis long of you that spur me with such questions.
BEROWNE.
Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.
ROSALINE.
Not till it leave the rider in the mire.