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Love's Labour's Lost, II. i

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

Exit Berowne.

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.

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.

[Offering to kiss her.]

Kath. Not so, gentle beast.

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

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.

Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected.

Prin. Your reason.

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire

 212 Cf. n.

217 Kath.; cf. n.

221 common, though several; cf. n.

225 abus'd: misused

227 rhetoric: language

230 affected: loving, sentimental

