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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. iii

Jaq. Of Costard.

King. Where hadst thou it?

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.

[Berowne tears the letter.]

King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? 200

Ber. A toy, my liege, a toy: your Grace needs not fear it.

Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.

Dum. [Picking up the pieces.] It is Berowne's writing, and here is his name.

Ber. [To Costard.] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame. 204
Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess.

King. What?

Ber. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess;
He, he, and you, and you my liege, and I, 208
Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
O dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

Dum. Now the number is even.

Ber. True, true; we are four.
Will these turtles be gone?

King. Hence, sirs; away! 212

Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.

[Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta.]

Ber. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O! let us embrace.
As true we are as flesh and blood can be:
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; 216

207 mess: four persons at one table
212 turtles: turtle-doves, lovers
sirs; cf. n.