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Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such ex-
Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare !
Prin, Šaint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are they,
And ever and anon they made a doubt,
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; And then the king will court thee for his dear; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ; So shall Birón take me for Rosaline. And change your favours too; so shall your loves Woo contrary, deceived by these removes. Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most in
sight. Kath. But, in this changing, what is yonr intent?
Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook ; so be mock'd withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?;
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a
foot: Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's
heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own : To shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mock’d, lepart away with shame.
[Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the mas. kers come.
(The Ladies mask. Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,
in Russian habits, and masked ; MOTA, Musicians, and Attendants. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,
The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their backs-to mortal views ! Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views ! OutBoyet. True; out, indeed. Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouch
safe Not to behold,
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, ---with your sun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ; You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes.
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. Biron. Is this your perfectness ? Be gone, you
rogue. Ros. What would these strangers ? Know their
minds, Boyet :
Boyet. What would you with the princess ?
Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Ros. Why, that they have! and bid them so be
gone. Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be
gone. King. Say to her, we have measured many miles, To tread a measure with her on this grass. Boyet. They say, that they have measured many
a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Ros. It is not 80 : ask them how many inches Is in one mile : if they have measured many, The measure then of one is easily told. Boyet. If, to come hither you have measured
King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to
shine (Those clouds removed,) upon our wat’ry eyne.
Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now requestst but moonshine in the water. King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one
change : Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Ros. Play, music, then: nay, you must do it soon.
[Music plays. Not yet ;-no dance: thus change I like the moon. King. Will you not dance? How come you thus
estranged? Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's
Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by
chance, We'll not be nice: take hands; we will not dance.
King. Why take we hands then?
Ros. Only to part friends :Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. King. More measure of this measure ; be not
nice. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. King. Prize you yourselves ; What buys your
company? Ros. Your absence only. King. That can never be.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought : and so adieu ; Twice to your visor, and half once to you ! King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more
chat. Ros. In private, then.“ King. I am best pleased with that.
[They converse apart. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word
with thee. Prin, Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. Biron. Nay, then, two treys, (an if you grow so
nice,) Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice! There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu ! Since you can cog*, I'll play no more with you. Biron. One word in secret. Prin. Let it not be sweet. Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. Prin. Gall ? Bitter. Biron. Therefore meet. [They converse apart. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a
word ? Mar. Name it. Dum. Fair lady,-.
Mar. Say you so ? Fair lord, -
Dum. Please it you,
(They converse apart. Kath. What, was your visor made without a
tongue ? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Kath. O, for your reason! quickly, Sir; I long.
* Falsify dice, lie.