ACT 2
Scene 1

...volumes in folio.
Enter the Princess of France, with three attending Ladies (Rosaline, Maria, and Katherine), Boyet and other Lords.

...you the man?
I know him, madam. At a marriage feast
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnizèd
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed,
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms.
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue’s gloss,
If virtue’s gloss will stain with any soil,
Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will,
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power.

...Is ’t so?
They say so most that most his humors know.

...welcome to you.
That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord.
Not a word with him but a jest.

...will not lie.
Thou art an old lovemonger and speakest skillfully.

...my mad wenches?
No.

... you see?
Ay, our way to be gone.

...hard for me.
They all exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...and some Joan.
Enter the Princess, a Forester, her Ladies, Boyet and her other Lords.

...put on, indeed.
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.

...did fit it!
A mark marvelous well shot, for they both did hit it.

...may be.
Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.

...cleaving the pin.
Come, come, you talk greasily. Your lips grow foul.

...my good owl.
Boyet and Maria exit.

ACT 5
Scene 2

...our sport! Away.
Enter the Ladies (the Princess, Rosaline, Katherine, and Maria.)

...compiled, profound simplicity.
This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville. She shows a paper and pearls.
The letter is too long by half a mile.

...the letter short?
Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

...revolt to wantonness.
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
As fool’ry in the wise, when wit doth dote,
Since all the power thereof it doth apply
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

...by these removes.
Katherine and Maria exchange favors.

...the maskers come.
The Ladies mask.

...the fairest dames
(The Ladies turn their backs to him.)

...change a word?
speaking as Katherine
Name it.

... Fair lady—
Say you so? Fair lord!
Take that for your “fair lady.”

...I’ll bid adieu.
They move aside.

...off, break off!
The Ladies move away from the Lords.

...have simple wits.
The Ladies unmask.

...of all suit.

Dumaine was at my service, and his sword.

“No point,” quoth I. My servant straight was
mute.

...my service born.

Dumaine is mine as sure as bark on tree.

...runs o’er land.
The Princess and the Ladies exit.

...of his part!
Enter the Ladies, with Boyet.

...What says Maria?
At the twelvemonth’s end
I’ll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

...time is long.
The liker you; few taller are so young.
They step aside.

...we this way.
They all exit.