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BOY ET
Ay, my continent of beauty.
ROSALINE
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off!
BOY ET
My lady goes to kill horns, but, if thou marry, [110]
Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on!
ROSALINE
Well then, I am the shooter.
BOY ET
And who is your deer?
ROSALINE
If we choose by the horns, yourself. Come not near.
Finely put on indeed! [115]
MARIA
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.
BOY ET
But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?
ROSALINE
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying that was a man when King Pepin
of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? [120]
BOY ET
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen
Guinevere of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
ROSALINE
Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man. [125]
