and of teen! O me, with what strict patience have I sat, To see a king transformed to a gnat! To see great Hercules whipping a gig, And profound Solomon to tune a jig, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain? And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? And where my liege's? all about the breast: A caudle, ho! Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Not you to me, but I betray'd by you: I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betray'd, by keeping company With men like men of inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, A leg, a limb? Soft! whither away so fast? A true man or a thief that gallops so? I post from love: good lover, let me go. God bless the king! What present hast thou there? Some certain treason. What makes treason here? Nay, it makes nothing, sir. If it mar nothing neither, The treason and you go in peace away together. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read: Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. Biron, read it over. Where hadst thou it? Of Costard. Where hadst thou it? Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess. What? That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Now the number is even. True, true; we are four. Will these turtles be gone? Hence, sirs; away! Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!