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Love's Labour's Lost, II. i
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Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come
Where that and other specialties are bound: 164
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview
All liberal reason I will yield unto.
Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand 168
As honour, without breach of honour, may
Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair princess, in my gates;
But here without you shall be so receiv'd, 172
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
To-morrow shall we visit you again. 176

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace!

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

Exit [King].

Ber. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.

Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. 180

Ber. I would you heard it groan.

Ros. Is the fool sick?

Ber. Sick at the heart.

Ros. Alack! let it blood. 184

Ber. Would that do it good?

Ros. My physic says, 'ay.'

Ber. Will you prick't with your eye?

Ros. No point, with my knife. 188

Ber. Now, God save thy life!

Ros. And yours from long living!


164 specialties: corroborative documents
173 As: that
177 consort: accompany
184 let it blood; cf. n.
188 No point; cf. n.