[145] For all the wealth that ever I did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
[147] Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. [Advancing.
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!
Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove
[150] These worms for loving, that art most in love?
[151] Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears
There is no certain princess that appears;
You’ll not be perjured, ’tis a hateful thing;
Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!