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LONGAVILLE
A calf, fair lady!
KAT HARINE
No, a fair lord calf.
LONGAVILLE
Let’s part the word.
KAT HARINE
No, I’ll not be your half.
Take all and wean it; it may prove an ox. [250]
LONGAVILLE
Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks.
Will you give horns, chaste lady? Do not so.
KAT HARINE
Then die a calf before your horns do grow.
LONGAVILLE
One word in private with you ere I die.
KAT HARINE
Bleat softly then. The butcher hears you cry. [255]
They converse apart.
BOY ET
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor’s edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;
Above the sense of sense, so sensible
Seemeth their conference. Their conceits have wings [260]
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
ROSALINE
Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off!
BEROWNE
