![]() ![]() They have pitch’d a toil: I am toiling in a pitch-pitch that defiles-defile! A foul word. The King he is hunting the deer: I am coursing myself. (378 lines)Įnter Berowne with a paper in his hand, alone. The four decide to join together to entertain the ladies, in the hopes of softening their hearts. At their request, Berowne embarks on a hair-splitting rationalization that gets them off the hook for falling in love. The other three mock him roundly for being in love with an unfashionably dark woman, but he defends her. Berowne has a fine time being morally superior to the other three, but unfortunately for him Jaquenetta and Costard arrive, bearing his letter to Rosaline, and he too is revealed as a love-sick perjurer. At this point, Longaville jumps out to accuse Dumaine of breaking his vows the King steps forwards and points out that Longaville is in the same boat and Berowne, hypocritically vowing to show up hypocrisy, advances to accuse all three of breaking their vow concerning women. All three overhear this latest arrival agonize and read out his (rather dreadful) love poem. At this point he spies Dumaine arriving and hides. The King sees Longaville arriving with a paper in hand, and hides Longaville too reads out a (rather bad) love poem he has written and wonders how to get it to his lady-love. Seeing the King coming, he hides, only to overhear the King read out a (rather poor) love poem he has written to the Princess. (Berowne King Longaville Dumaine Jaquenetta Costard)īerowne is still considering the fact that he is in love and has written another love letter to Rosaline.
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