I can but say their protestation over; So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and study here three years.
Let me say no, my liege, an if you please: I only swore to study with your Grace, And stay here in your court for three years’ space.
And where my liege’s? all about the breast: A caudle, ho!
A toy, my liege, a toy: your Grace needs not fear it.
That you three fools lack’d me fool to make up the mess; He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
This article, my liege, yourself must break; For well you know here comes in embassy The French king’s daughter, with yourself to speak— A mild of grace and complete majesty— About surrender up of Aquitaine To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid father: Therefore this article is made in vain, Or vainly comes th’ admired princess hither.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general Of trotting ’paritors: O my little heart!
O! we have made a vow to study, lords, And in that vow we have forsworn our books: For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, In leaden contemplation have found out Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauty’s tutors have enrich’d you with?
] Ah! good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: Good heart! what grace hast thou thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love?