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Prin.

And quick Berowne hath plighted faith to me.

Kath.

And Longaville was for my service born.

Mar.

Dumaine is mine, as sure as bark on tree.

Boyet.

Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:

Immediately they will again be here

In their own shapes; for it can never be

They will digest this harsh indignity.

Prin.

Will they return?

Boyet.

They will, they will, God knows,

And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:

Therefore change favors, and when they repair,

Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

Prin.

How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.

Boyet.

Fair ladies mask’d are roses in their bud;

Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown,

Are angels [vailing] clouds, or roses blown.

Prin.

Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,

If they return in their own shapes to woo?

Ros.

Good madam, if by me you’ll be advis’d,

Let’s mock them still, as well known as disguis’d.

Let us complain to them what fools were here,

Disguis’d like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;

And wonder what they were, and to what end