Still more fool I shall appear By the time I linger here With one fool’s head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu. I’ll keep my oath, Patiently to bear my wroth. Exeunt Arragon and train.

Thus hath the candle singed the moth. O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose, They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

The ancient saying is no heresy, Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.