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102 Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.

Ber. And what to me, my love? and what to me?

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd:

You are attaint with faults and perjury;

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,

But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me?

Kath. A wife! A beard, fair health, and honesty;

With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

Dum. O! shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

Kath. Not so, my lord. A twelvemonth and a day

I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say:

Come when the king doth to my lady come;

Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.

Kath. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.

Long. What says Maria?

Mar. At the twelvemonth's end

I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.

Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.

Ber. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me.

Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,

What humble suit attends thy answer there;

Impose some service on me for thy love.

Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Berowne,

Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,

 824 Cf. n.

825-830 Cf. n.

826 rack'd: i.e. unnaturally extended

843 stay: wait

844 liker; cf. n.

850 large: lavish

852 comparisons: personalities

