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 possesse.

23112177Rosa. All the foole mine.

23122178Ber. I cannot giue you lesse.

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 superfluous case,

23172182That hid the worse, and shewed the better face.

23182183King. We were descried, theyle mock vs now dounright.

23202184Duman. Let vs confesse and turne it to a iest.

23212185Quee. Amazde my Lord? Why lookes your highnes sad?

23232186Rosa. Helpe holde his browes, heele sound: why looke

23242187you pale?

23252188Sea sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie.

23262189Bero. Thus pooure the Starres downe plagues for periurie.

23272190Can anie face of brasse hold longer out?

23282191Heere stand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me,

23292192Bruse me with scorne, confound me with a flout.

23302193Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance,

23312194Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit.

23322195And I will wish thee neuer more to daunce,

23332196Nor neuer more in Russian habite waite.

23342197O neuer will I trust 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.

23382201Taffata phrases, silken tearmes precise,

23392202Three pilde Hiberboles, spruce affection:

23402203Figures pedanticall, these sommer flies,

23412204Haue blowne me full of maggot ostentation.

23422205I do forsweare them, and I here protest,

23432206By this white Gloue (how white the hand God knowes)

23442207Hencefoorth my wooing minde shalbe exprest

23452208In russet yeas, and honest kersie noes.

23462209And to begin Wench, so God helpe me law,

23472210My loue to thee is sound, sance cracke or flaw.

23482211Rosa. Sans, sans, I pray you.