And where my Liedges? all about the brest:
A Candle hoa!
Kin. Too bitter is thy iest.
Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer-view?
Ber. Not you by me, but I betrayed to you.
I that am honest, I that hold it sinne
To breake the vow I am ingaged in.
I am betrayed by keeping company
With men, like men of inconstancie.
When shall you see me write a thing in rime?
Or grone for Ioane? or spend a minutes time,
In pruning mee, when shall you heare that I will praise a
hand, a foot, a face, an eye: a gate, a state, a brow, a brest,
a waste, a legge, a limme

Kin. Soft, Whither away so fast?
A true man, or a theefe, that gallops so

Ber. I post from Loue, good Louer let me go.
Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne.

Iaqu. God blesse the King

Kin. What Present hast thou there?
Clo. Some certaine treason

Kin. What makes treason heere?
Clo. Nay it makes nothing sir

Kin. If it marre nothing neither,