Love's Labour's Lost
William Shakespeare
SCENE I. The King of Navarre's park.
Enter the KING of Navarre, BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE.
KING. Is it not possible to know the mind's construction by the face? to know what the heart's history is by his countenance? No; I would I could not.
BEROWNE. He that will learn to pray, let him go to him: for he will teach him. He sits as one that had been crucified: methinks he looks like a nobleman.
KING. How dost thou, BIRON? I know thou canst not hate me, for thou dost love me; and who does not, thou deserv'st as well as any man.
BEROWNE. I do desire we may be better strangers.
KING. Why so, my Lord?
BEROWNE. Your Grace is come to throw away your countrymen; and to flout his friends; which he that doth is of an unthankful disposition.
KING. Come, we'll go throng: man, thou art marvellous merry.
BEROWNE. I have a kind of alacrity in lines and numbers, which hath sometimes made me exquisite. I borrow those things which do portray the important sadness of my mind.