White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee

Berowne, to the Princess
White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
Princess, speaking as Rosaline
Honey, and milk, and sugar—there is three.
Berowne
Nay then, two treys, an if you grow so nice,
Metheglin, wort, and malmsey. Well run, dice!
There’s half a dozen sweets.
Princess
Seventh sweet, adieu.
Since you can cog, I’ll play no more with you.
Berowne
One word in secret.
Princess
Let it not be sweet.
Berowne
Thou grievest my gall.
Princess
Gall! Bitter.
Berowne
Therefore meet.
 They move aside.