_Prin._ God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. _King._ What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth, 450 I never swore this lady such an oath. _Ros._ By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. _King._ My faith and this the princess I did give: I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. 455 _Prin._ Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. What, will you have me, or your pearl again? _Biron._ Neither of either; I remit both twain. I see the trick on’t: here was a consent, 460 Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, That smiles his cheek in years, and knows the trick 465 To make my lady laugh when she’s disposed, Told our intents before; which once disclosed, The ladies did change favours; and then we, Following the signs, woo’d but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, 470 We are again forsworn, in will and error. Much upon this it is: and might not you [_To Boyet._ Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady’s foot by the squier, 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 allow’d; 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. _Boyet._ Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. _Biron._ Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done. _Enter_ COSTARD. Welcome, pure wit! thou part’st a fair fray. _Cost._ O Lord, sir, they would know 485 Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no. _Biron._ What, are there but three? _Cost._ No, sir; but it is vara fine, For every one pursents three. _Biron._ And three times thrice is nine. _Cost._ 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: 490 I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,— _Biron._ Is not nine. _Cost._ Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount. _Biron._ By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. 495 _Cost._ O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir. _Biron._ How much is it? _Cost._ O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine own part, I 500 am, as they say, but to parfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir.