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busy time.
Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Enter Don John the Bastard and Conrade his companion.

CONRADE

What the good-year, my lord! Why are you thus out of measure sad?

DON JOHN
There is no measure in the occasion that breeds; therefore the sadness is
without limit.

CONRADE
You should hear reason. [5]

DON JOHN
And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?

CONRADE
If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.

DON JOHN
I wonder that thou − being, as thou sayest [10] thou art, born under Saturn

− goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot
hide what I am. I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man’s
jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man’s leisure; sleep when I

am drowsy, and tend on no [15] man’s business; laugh when I am merry, and
claw no man in his humour.

CONRADE
Yea, but you must not make the full show of this till you may do it without
controlment. You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath
ta’en [20] you newly into his grace, where it is impossible you should take

true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that