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Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.

ROSALINE

Madam, speak true! It is not so, my lord.
My lady, to the manner of the days, [365]
In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
We four indeed confronted were with four
In Russian habit. Here they stayed an hour
And talked apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word. [370]
I dare not call them fools, but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

BEROWNE

This jest is dry to me. My gentle sweet,
Your wit makes wise things foolish. When we greet,
With eyes’ best seeing, heaven’s fiery eye, [375]
By light we lose light. Your capacity
Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.

ROSALINE

This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye -

BEROWNE

I am a fool, and full of poverty. [380]

ROSALINE

But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

BEROWNE

O, I am yours, and all that I possess.

ROSALINE

All the fool mine?

BEROWNE

I cannot give you less.