KING.
Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
And then ’twill end.
BEROWNE.
That’s too long for a play.
Enter Armado, the Braggart.
ARMADO.
Sweet Majesty, vouchsafe me—
PRINCESS.
Was not that Hector?
DUMAINE.
The worthy knight of Troy.
ARMADO.
I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three year. But, most esteemed Greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the end of our show.
KING.
Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
ARMADO.
Holla! Approach.
Enter all.