2788Ile marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say.

2789Come when the King doth to my Ladie come:

2790Then if I haue much loue, Ile giue you some.

2791Dum. Ile serue thee true and faithfully till then.

2792Kath. Yet sweare not, least ye be forsworne agen.

2793Lon. What saies Maria?

2794Mari. At the tweluemonths end,

2795Ile change my blacke Gowne, for a faithfull friend.

2796Lon. Ile stay with patience: but the time is long.

2797Mari. The liker you, few taller are so yong.

2798Ber. Studies my Ladie? Mistresse, looke on me,

2799Behold the window of my heart, mine eie:

2800What humble suite attends thy answer there,

2801Impose some seruice on me for my loue.

2802Ros. Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne,

2803Before I saw you: and the worlds large tongue

2804Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes,

2805Full of comparisons, and wounding floutes:

2806Which you on all estates will execute,

2807That lie within the mercie of your wit.

2808To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine,

2809And therewithall to win me, if you please,

2810Without the which I am not to be won:

2811You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day,

2812Visite the speechlesse sicke, and still conuerse

2813With groaning wretches: and your taske shall be,

2814With all the fierce endeuour of your wit,

2815To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

2816Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death?

2817It cannot be, it is impossible.

2818Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie.

2819Ros. Why that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,

2820Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

2821Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles:

2822A iests prosperitie, lies in the eare

2823Of him that heares it, neuer in the tongue

2824Of him that makes it: then, if sickly eares,

2825Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones,

2826Will heare your idle scornes; continue then,

2827And I will haue you, and that fault withall.

2828But if they will not, throw away that spirit,

2829And I shal finde you emptie of that fault,

2830Right ioyfull of your reformation.

2831Ber. A tweluemonth? Well: befall what will befall,

2832Ile iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall.

2833Qu. I sweet my Lord, and so I take my leaue.

2834King. No Madam, we will bring you on your way.

2835Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play:

2836Iacke hath not Gill: these Ladies courtesie

2837Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie.

2838Kin. Come sir, it wants a tweluemonth and a day,

2839And then 'twil end.

2840Ber. That's too long for a play.

2842Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me.

2843Qu. Was not that Hector?

2844Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy.

2845Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger, and take leaue.

2846I am a Votarie, I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the

2847Plough for her sweet loue three yeares. But most estee-

2848med greatnesse, wil you heare the Dialogue that the two

2849Learned men haue compiled, in praise of the Owle and

2850the Cuckow? It should haue followed in the end of our

2851shew.

2852Kin. Call them forth quickely, we will do so.

2853Brag. Holla, Approach.

2855This side is Hiems, Winter.

2856This Ver, the Spring: the one maintained by the Owle,

2857Th'other by the Cuckow.

2858Ver, begin.

2897Brag. The Words of Mercurie,

2898Are harsh after the songs of Apollo:

2899You that way; we this way.

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