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I’ll give you Aquitaine and all that is his,
And you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
Prin.
Come to our pavilion—Boyet is dispos’d.
Boyet.
But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclos’d.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
[Mar.]
Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skillfully.
[Kath.]
He is Cupid’s grandfather, and learns news of him.
[Ros.]
Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.
Boyet.
Do you hear, my mad wenches?
[Mar.]
No.
Boyet.
What then, do you see?
[Mar.]
Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet.
You are too hard for me.
Exeunt omnes.
¶
[ACT III]
[Scene I]
Enter Braggart [Armado] and his Boy [Moth].
Arm. Warble, child, make passionate my sense of hearing.
Moth [Sings the song.] “Concolinel.”
Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years, take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither. I must employ him in a letter to my love.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?