Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. 212
Mar. That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord:
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word.
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. 216
Kath. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
Kath. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
Kath. Not so, gentle beast. 220
My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Kath. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.
This civil war of wits were much better us'd 224
On Navarre and his book-men, for here 'tis abus'd.
Boyet. If my observation,—which very seldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,—
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. 228
Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected.
Prin. Your reason.
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire 232
212 Cf. n.
217 Kath.; cf. n.
221 common, though several; cf. n.
225 abus'd: misused
227 rhetoric: language
230 affected: loving, sentimental
