What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet.
You are too hard for me. [Exeunt.
ACT III.
[000] Scene I. The same.
LLL III. 1 Enter Armado and Moth.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.
Moth. Concolinel. [Singing.
Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this 005 key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.