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Love's Labour's Lost, II. i

Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come

Where that and other specialties are bound:

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

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,

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.

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.

Ber. I would you heard it groan.

Ros. Is the fool sick?

Ber. Sick at the heart.

Ros. Alack! let it blood.

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.

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.

