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The letter is too long by half a mile.

Prin.

I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart

The chain were longer and the letter short?

Mar.

Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

Prin.

We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.

Ros.

They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.

That same Berowne I’ll torture ere I go.

O that I knew he were but in by th’ week!

How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,

And wait the season, and observe the times,

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,

And shape his service wholly to my device,

And make him proud to make me proud that jests!

So pair-taunt-like would I o’ersway his state

That he should be my fool and I his fate.

Prin.

None are so surely caught, when they are catch’d,

As wit turn’d fool; folly, in wisdom hatch’d,

Hath wisdom’s warrant and the help of school,

And wit’s own grace to grace a learned fool.

Ros.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess

As gravity’s revolt to [wantonness].

Mar.

Folly in fools bears not so strong a note