Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?
[189] Ros. No point, with my knife.
190 Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
[192] Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?
[194] Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Katharine her name.
[195] Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well. [Exit.
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
[197] Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.