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Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.

Boyet. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?

Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old say-

ing, that was a man when King Pepin of France

was a little boy, as touching the hit it?

Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as

old, that was a woman when Queen Guinever

of Britain was a little wench, as touching the

hit it.

'Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,

Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

'An I cannot, cannot, cannot,

An I cannot, another can.'

Exit [Rosaline].

Cost. By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!

Mar. A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.

Boyet. A mark! O mark but that mark; a mark, says my lady!

Let the mark have a prick in 't, to mete at, if it may be.

Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith your hand is out.

Cost. Indeed a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout.

Boyet. An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.

 120 still: ever

123 King Pepin; cf. n.

133 fit it: make their points

136 prick: point in the center of the target

mete: measure, aim

137 Wide hand: too far to the left

138 clout: white mark of cloth in the center of the target

