By the time I linger here:
075 With one fool’s head I came to woo,
But I go away with two.
Sweet, adieu. I’ll keep my oath,
[078] Patiently to bear my wroth. [Exeunt Arragon and train.
[079] Por. Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
080 O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose,
[081] They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy,
[083] Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.