Kath. Madam, this glove. Prin. Did he not send you twain? Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover: A huge translation of hypocrisy. Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; The letter is too long by half a mile." Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short? Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. O, that I knew he were but in by th' week! That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, As gravity's revolt to wantonness. Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Enter BOYET. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet! Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare ! Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour: I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. ; With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder; Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Unto his several mistress; which they'll know Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd:- Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; And change you favours too; so shall your loves Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight They do it but in mocking merriment ; And mock for mock is only my intent. |