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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. i

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.

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.

Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.

Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.

Exeunt [Princess and Train].

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.

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!

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.

