23082174Rosa. But that you take what doth to you belong,
23092175It were a fault to
snatch wordes from my tongue.
23102176Ber. O, I am yours and all that I po
sse
sse.
23132179Ros. Which of the Vizards was it that you wore?
23142180Ber. Where, when, what Vizard? why demaund you this?
23162181Rosa. There, then, that Vizard, that
super
fluous ca
se,
23172182That hid the wor
se, and
shewed the better face.
23182183King. We were de
scried, theyle mock vs now dounright.
23202184Duman. Let vs confe
sse and turne it to a ie
st.
23212185Quee. Amazde my Lord? Why lookes your highnes
sad?
23232186Rosa. Helpe holde his browes, heele
sound: why looke
23252188Sea
sicke I thinke comming from
Muscouie.
23262189Bero. Thus pooure the Starres downe plagues for periurie.
23272190Can anie face of bra
sse hold longer out
? 23282191Heere
stand I, Ladie dart thy
skill at me,
23292192Bru
se me with
scorne, confound me with a
flout.
23302193Thru
st thy
sharpe wit quite through my ignorance,
23312194Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit.
23322195And I will wi
sh thee neuer more to daunce,
23332196Nor neuer more in Ru
ssian habite waite.
23342197O neuer will I tru
st to
speaches pend,
23352198Nor to the motion of a Schoole-boyes tongue
: 23362199Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend,
23372200Nor woo in rime like a blind harpers
songue.
23382201Ta
ffata phra
ses,
silken tearmes preci
se,
23392202Three pilde Hiberboles,
spruce a
ffe
ction:
23402203Figures pedanticall, the
se
sommer
flies,
23412204Haue blowne me full of maggot o
stentation.
23422205I do for
sweare them, and I here prote
st,
23432206By this white Gloue (how white the hand God knowes)
23442207Hencefoorth my wooing minde
shalbe expre
st 23452208In ru
sset yeas, and hone
st ker
sie noes.
23462209And to begin Wench,
so God helpe me law,
23472210My loue to thee is
sound,
sance cracke or
flaw.
Ber.
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