ROSALINE Sans sans, I pray you.
BIRON Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick;
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
Write, 'Lord have mercy on us' on those three;
They are infected; in their hearts it lies;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes;
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
PRINCESS No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
BIRON Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us.
ROSALINE It is not so; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
BIRON Peace! for I will not have to do with you.
ROSALINE Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
BIRON Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end.
FERDINAND Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
Some fair excuse.
PRINCESS The fairest is confession.
Were not you here but even now disguised?
FERDINAND Madam, I was.
PRINCESS And were you well advised?
FERDINAND I was, fair madam.
PRINCESS When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
FERDINAND That more than all the world I did respect her.
PRINCESS When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
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