Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
To the prince and his book-mates.
Prin. Thou fellow, a word.
Who gave thee this letter?
Cost. I told you; my lord. 104
Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?
Cost. From my lord to my lady.
Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
Cost. From my lord Berowne, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. 108
Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.
Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor?
Ros. Shall I teach you to know?
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
Ros. Why, she that bears the bow. 112
Finely put off!
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on! 116
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Boyet. And who is your deer?
Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come not near.
Finely put on, indeed!
101 keeps: lives
102 phantasime: fantastic fellow
Monarcho; cf. n.
110 sweet: i.e. Rosaline
be thine: be of use to thee
112 continent: container, repository
bears the bow; cf. n.
113 put off: turned aside
115 horns; cf. n.
