For you’ll prove perjured, if you make me stay.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
[114] Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
[115] Biron. I know you did.
[116] Ros. How needless was it, then, to ask the question!
Biron. You must not be so quick.
Ros. ’Tis ’long of you that spur me with such questions.
Biron. Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.
120 Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o’ day?