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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. i

Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow. 120

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? 124

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. 128

Ros.'Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

Boyet.'An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.' 132

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. 136

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