Page 2477 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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We are again forsworn, in will and error.
Much upon this ’tis. (To Boyet) And might not you
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Do not you know my lady’s foot by the square,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye? [475]
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out - go, you are allowed;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
You leer upon me, do you? There’s an eye [480]
Wounds like a leaden sword.
BOY ET
Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
BEROWNE
Lo, he is tilting straight. Peace! I have done.
Enter Costard.
Welcome, pure wit! Thou partest a fair fray.
COST ARD
O Lord, sir, they would know [485]
Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
BEROWNE
What, are there but three?
COST ARD
No, sir; but it is vara fine,
For every one pursents three.
BEROWNE
And three times thrice is nine.
COST ARD
Not so, sir - under correction, sir - I hope it is not so.
You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know.
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