_Prin._ A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in. No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:— If for my love, as there is no such cause, 780 You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world; There stay until the twelve celestial signs 785 Have brought about the annual reckoning. If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood; If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, 790 But that it bear this trial, and last love; Then, at the expiration of the year, Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts, And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, I will be thine; and till that instant shut 795 My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation For the remembrance of my father’s death. If this thou do deny, let our hands part, Neither intitled in the other’s heart. 800 _King._ If this, or more than this, I would deny, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. _Biron._ And what to me, my love? and what to me? 805 _Ros._ You must be purged too, your sins are rack’d, You are attaint with faults and perjury: Therefore if you my favour mean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick. 810 _Dum._ But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife? _Kath._ A beard, fair health, and honesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three. _Dum._ O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? _Kath._ Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day 815 I’ll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say: Come when the king doth to my lady come; Then, if I have much love, I’ll give you some. _Dum._ I’ll serve thee true and faithfully till then. _Kath._ Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again. 820 _Long._ What says Maria? _Mar._ At the twelvemonth’s end I’ll change my black gown for a faithful friend. _Long._ I’ll stay with patience; but the time is long. _Mar._ The liker you; few taller are so young. _Biron._ Studies my lady? mistress, look on me; 825 Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there: Impose some service on me for thy love.