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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. i
41

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. 104

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. 108

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. 112
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! 116

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.