COSTARD

We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take
some care.

Exit

FERDINAND

Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach.

BIRON

We are shame-proof, my lord: and tis some policy
To have one show worse than the king's and his company.

FERDINAND

I say they shall not come.

PRINCESS

Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
When great things labouring perish in their birth.

BIRON

A right description of our sport, my lord.

Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal
sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.

Converses apart with FERDINAND, and delivers him a paper

PRINCESS

Doth this man serve God?

BIRON

Why ask you?

PRINCESS

He speaks not like a man of God's making.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for,
I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding
fantastical; too, too vain, too too vain: but we
will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra.
I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement!

Exit