21502025Mar. Say you
so
? Faire Lord, take that for your faire Lady
21522026Duma. Plea
se it you, as much in priuat, & ile bid adieu.
21542027Maria. What, was your vizard made without a tongue
? 21552028Long. I know the rea
son (Lady) why you a
ske.
21562029Mari. O for your rea
son, quickly
sir, I long
? 21572030Long. You haue a double tongue within your Ma
ske,
21582031And would a
fforde my
speachles vizard halfe.
21592032Mar. Veale quoth the Dutch-man: is not veale a Calfe?
21652037Take all and weane it, it may proue an Oxe.
21662038Lon. Loke how you butt your
selfe in the
se
sharpe mocks,
21682039Will you giue hornes cha
st Lady? do not
so.
21692040Mar. Then die a Calfe, before your hornes do grow.
21702041Long. One word in priuate with you ere I die.
21712042Mar. Bleat
softly then, the Butcher heares you crie.
21722043Boyet. The tongues of mocking Wenches are as keene
21732044As is the Ra
sors edge inui
sible:
21742045Cutting a
smaller haire then may be
seene,
21752046Aboue the
sence of
sence
so
sen
sible,
21762047Seemeth their conference, their conceites haue winges,
21772048Fleeter then Arrowes, bullets wind thought
swifter thinges.
21782049Rosa. Not one word more my Maides, break o
ff, break o
ff.
21802050Bero. By heauen, all drie beaten with pure
sco
ffe.
21812051King. Farewel mad Wenches, you haue
simple wits.
Exe. 21832052Quee. Twentie adieus my frozen Mu
skouits.
21842053Are the
se the breede of Wits
so wondered at
? 21852054Boye. Tapers they are with your
sweete breaths puft out.
21872055Rosa. Wel-liking Wits they haue gro
sse gro
sse, fat fat.
21882056Quee. O pouertie in wit, Kingly poore
flout.
21892057Will they not (thinke you) hange them
selues to nyght?
21902058Or euer but in vizards
shew their faces.
21912059This pert
Berowne was out of countnance quite.
21922060Rosa. They were all in lamentable ca
ses,
21932061The King was weeping ripe for a good word.
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