COSTARD.
When would you have it done, sir?
BEROWNE.
This afternoon.
COSTARD.
Well, I will do it, sir. Fare you well.
BEROWNE.
Thou knowest not what it is.
COSTARD.
I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
BEROWNE.
Why, villain, thou must know first.
COSTARD.
I will come to your worship tomorrow morning.
BEROWNE.
It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this:
The Princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her. Ask for her
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This sealed-up counsel.
[Gives him money.]
There’s thy guerdon. Go.