Nor to their penn’d speech render we no grace;
[148] But while ’tis spoke each turn away her face.
[149] Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker’s heart,
150 And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
[152] The rest will ne’er come in, if he be out.
There’s no such sport as sport by sport o’erthrown;
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own:
155 So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
[156] And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. [Trumpets sound within.