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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. iii

A caudle, ho!

King. Too bitter is thy jest.

Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?

Ber. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you:

I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin

To break the vow I am engaged in;

I am betray'd, by keeping company

With men like [men,] men of inconstancy.

When shall you see me write a thing in rime?

Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time

In pruning me? When shall you hear that I

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,

A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,

A leg, a limb?—

King. Soft! Whither away so fast?

A true man or a thief that gallops so?

Ber. I post from love; good lover, let me go.

Jaq. God bless the king!

King. What present hast thou there?

Cost. Some certain treason.

King. What makes treason here?

Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

King. If it mar nothing neither,

The treason and you go in peace away together.

Jaq. I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read:

Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

King. Berowne, read it over.

Where hadst thou it?

 174 caudle: a warm gruel, containing wine and spice, for the sick

180 Cf. n.

183 pruning: adorning

185 state: attitude, pose

189 present: paper to be presented

190 makes: does

194 misdoubts: suspects

