God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.
LONGAVILLE By whom shall I send this?--Company! stay.
[Steps aside]
BIRON All hid, all hid; an old infant play.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky.
And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'ereye.
More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
[Enter DUMAIN, with a paper]
Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish!
DUMAIN O most divine Kate!
BIRON O most profane coxcomb!
DUMAIN By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!
BIRON By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie.
DUMAIN Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.
BIRON An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
DUMAIN As upright as the cedar.
BIRON Stoop, I say;
Her shoulder is with child.
DUMAIN As fair as day.
BIRON Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
DUMAIN O that I had my wish!
LONGAVILLE And I had mine!
FERDINAND And I mine too, good Lord!
BIRON Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?
DUMAIN I would forget her; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood and will remember'd be.
BIRON A fever in your blood! why, then incision
Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision!
DUMAIN Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.
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