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What?

BEROWNE

That you three fools lacked me fool to make up the mess. [205]
He, he, and you - and you, my liege! - and I,
Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

DUMAINE

Now the number is even.

BEROWNE

True, true, we are four.
Will these turtles be gone?

KING

Hence, sirs, away! [210]

COST ARD

Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta.

BEROWNE

Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!
As true we are as flesh and blood can be.

The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
Young blood doth not obey an old decree. [215]

We cannot cross the cause why we were born;
Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn.

KING

What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?

BEROWNE

‘Did they?’ quoth you! Who sees the heavenly Rosaline
That, like a rude and savage man of Inde [220]

At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Bows not his vassal head and, strucken blind,

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye