[515] Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
[517] When great things labouring perish in their birth.
Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
Enter Armado.
520 Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal [521] sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. [Converses apart with the King, and delivers him a paper.
Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron. Why ask you?
[524] Prin. He speaks not like a man of God’s making.