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So to the laws at large I write my name, He signs.
And he that breaks them in the least degree

Stands in attainder of eternal shame. [155]
Suggestions are to other as to me,

But I believe, although I seem so loath,
I am the last that will last keep his oath.

But is there no quick recreation granted?

KING

Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted [160]
With a refinèd traveller of Spain;

A man in all the world’s new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain;

One who the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; [165]

A man of compliments, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny.

This child of fancy, that Armado hight,
For interim to our studies shall relate

In high-born words the worth of many a knight [170]
From tawny Spain, lost in the world’s debate.

How you delight, my lords, I know not, I,
But I protest I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

BEROWNE

Armado is a most illustrious wight, [175]
A man of fire-new words, fashion’s own knight.

LONGAVILLE

Costard the swain and he shall be our sport,
And so to study three years is but short.

Enter Dull with a letter, and Costard.

DULL

Which is the Duke’s own person?

BEROWNE