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: 176
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. 180
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, 184
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. 188
Enter Jaquenetta and Clown [Costard].
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. 192
Jaq. I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.
King. Berowne, read it over.
He [i.e. Berowne] reads the letter [in dumbshow].
Where hadst thou it? 196
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
