too. You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; And so she died: had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died: And so may you; for a light heart lives long. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? A light condition in a beauty dark. We need more light to find your meaning out. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark. So do not you, for you are a light wench. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me. Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.' Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Who sent it? and what is it? I would you knew: An if my face were but as fair as yours, My favour were as great; be witness this. Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron: The numbers true; and, were the numbering too, I were the fairest goddess on the ground: I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! Any thing like? Much in the letters; nothing in the praise. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor, My red dominical, my golden letter: O, that your face were not so full of O's! A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows. But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain? Madam, this glove. Did he not send you twain? Yes, madam, and moreover Some thousand verses of a faithful lover, A huge translation of hypocrisy, Vilely compiled, profound simplicity. This and these pearls to me sent Longaville: The letter is too long by half a mile. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart The chain were longer and the letter short? Ay, or I would these hands might never part. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That same Biron I'll torture ere I go: O that I knew he were but in by the week! How I would make him fawn and beg and seek And wait the season and observe the times