Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.

Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
Come when the king doth to my lady come;
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

And Longaville was for my service born.

Yes, in good faith.

Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
And trow you what he called me?

Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.

Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.

No, I'll not be your half
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

No, a fair lord calf.

Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf?

O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.

What, was your vizard made without a tongue?

But in this changing what is your intent?

Yes, madam, and moreover
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.

Madam, this glove.

A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.

Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me.

So do not you, for you are a light wench.

You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.

A light condition in a beauty dark.

He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.

Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.

The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon ...