Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and beavy, And so she died. Had she been light, like you, 15 Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. 20 Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. Kath. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Kath. So do not you, for you are a light wench. 25 Ros. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. Kath. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me. Ros. Great reason; for "past cure, is still past care. Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well played. But, Rosaline, you have a favour too. Ros. 30 I would you knew. An if my face were but as fair as yours, My favour were as great; be witness this. Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron; The numbers true, and, were the numbering too, I were the fairest goddess on the ground. I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! Prin. Any thing like? 35 Ros. Much in the letters; nothing in the praise. Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. 40 Ros. Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor, 45 My red dominical, my golden letter; But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Kath. Madam, this glove. 50 Did he not send you twain? Kath. Yes, madam, and moreover Some thousand verses of a faithful lover, A huge translation of hypocrisy, Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity. Mar. This and these pearls to me sent Longaville. The letter is too long by half a mile. Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart 55 Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously." The boy replied, "An angel is not evil; 105 I should have fear'd her had she been a devil." With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. 125 Prin. And will they so? The gallants shall be task'd, For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd; And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear, 130 And then the King will court thee for his dear. Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. And change you favours too; so shall your loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. 135 If they do speak our language, 't is our will 175 Boyet. What would you with the Princess? 180 To tread a measure with her on this grass. Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many a mile grass. To tread a measure with you on this 190 Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd And many miles, the Princess bids you Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt. 204 As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, Above the sense of sense; so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings 260 Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things. Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off. Bir. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits. [Exeunt [King, Lords, and Blackamoors]. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits. Are these the breed of wits so wond'red at ? 266 Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat. Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! Will they not, think you, hang themselves to night? 270 325 And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, 331 335 That hid the worse and show'd the better face. King. [Aside.] We were descried; they'll mock us now downright. Dum. Let us confess and turn it to a jest. 390 Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your highness sad? Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale? Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Bir. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury. Can any face of brass hold longer out? Here stand I; lady, dart thy skill at me, 395 Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my igno King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse. Prin. The fairest is confession. Were not you here but even now disguis'd? King. Madam, I was. Prin. And were you well advis'd? King. I was, fair madam. Prin. 436 When you then were here, What did you whisper in your lady's ear? King. That more than all the world I did respect her. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject her. King. Upon mine honour, no. Peace, peace! forbear. Your oath once broke, you force not to for Prin. I will; and therefore keep it. Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear? dear 445 As precious eyesight, and did value me Most honourably doth uphold his word. I never swore this lady such an oath. 450 Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this; but take it, sir, again. King. My faith and this the Princess I did give. 455 I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. |