[465] That smiles his cheek in years, and knows the trick
To make my lady laugh when she’s disposed,
Told our intents before; which once disclosed,
The ladies did change favours; and then we,
Following the signs, woo’d but the sign of she.
470 Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn, in will and error.
[472] Much upon this it is: and might not you [To Boyet.
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
[474] Do not you know my lady’s foot by the squier,