What humble suit attends thy answer there:
[828] Impose some service on me for thy love.
[829] Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
830 Before I saw you; and the world’s large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
[833] Which you on all estates will execute
That lie within the mercy of your wit.
[835] To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,