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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii

Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.

King. But your legs should do it.

Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by chance,

We'll not be nice: take hands: we will not dance.

King. Why take we hands then?

Ros. Only to part friends.

Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.

King. More measure of this measure: be not nice.

Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.

King. Prize you yourselves. What buys your company?

Ros. Your absence only.

King. That can never be.

Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;

Twice to your visor, and half once to you!

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.

Ros. In private, then.

King. I am best pleas'd with that.

[They converse apart.]

Ber. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.

Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there are three.

Ber. Nay then, two treys, an if you grow so nice,

Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice!

There's half a dozen sweets.

Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu:

Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.

Ber. One word in secret.

 225 Prize: set a price on

228 Twice: i.e. twice adieu

233 treys: threes

234 Metheglin: mead containing honey

wort: sweet unfermented beer

malmsey: a sweet wine

236 cog: cheat

