Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
[379] Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,—
380 Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess!
Ros. All the fool mine?
Biron.
I cannot give you less.