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I do forswear them; and I here protest [410]
By this white glove - how white the hand, God knows! -
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed
In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.
And, to begin: wench - so God help me, law! -
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. [415]
ROSALINE
Sans ‘sans’, I pray you.
BEROWNE
Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage. Bear with me, I am sick;
I’ll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
Write ‘Lord have mercy on us’ on those three.
They are infected; in their hearts it lies; [420]
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord’s tokens on you do I see.
PRINCESS
No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
BEROWNE
Our states are forfeit. Seek not to undo us. [425]
ROSALINE
It is not so; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
BEROWNE
Peace! for I will not have to do with you.
ROSALINE
Nor shall not if I do as I intend.
BEROWNE
Speak for yourselves. My wit is at an end. [430]
KING
