KING.
What mean you, madam? By my life, my troth,
I never swore this lady such an oath.
ROSALINE.
By heaven, you did! And to confirm it plain,
You gave me this. But take it, sir, again.
KING.
My faith and this the Princess I did give.
I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
PRINCESS.
Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear,
And Lord Berowne, I thank him, is my dear.
What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
BEROWNE.
Neither of either; I remit both twain.
I see the trick on’t. Here was a consent,
Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
To dash it like a Christmas comedy.
Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,
That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick
To make my lady laugh when she’s disposed,
Told our intents before; which once disclosed,
The ladies did change favours, and then we,
Following the signs, wooed but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn in will and error.
Much upon this ’tis. [To Boyet.] And might not you
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Do not you know my lady’s foot by th’ squier,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out. Go, you are allowed;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
You leer upon me, do you? There’s an eye
Wounds like a leaden sword.
BOYET.
Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
BEROWNE.
Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.
Enter Costard.
Welcome, pure wit! Thou part’st a fair fray.
COSTARD.
O Lord, sir, they would know
Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.