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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 ...