Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by the week! Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, As wit turn'd fool: folly in wisdom hatch'd, Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such exAs gravity's revolt to wantonness. [cess, Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Enter BOYET. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare! Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are say. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: And ever and anon they made a doubt, 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. Cried, Via! we will do't, come what will come: To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. us? Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus, For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; And change your favours too; so shall your loves Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight. Kath. But, in this changing, what is your 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 Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?; Prin. No; to the death, we will not move 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, depart away with shame. [Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers come. [The Ladies mask. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; MотH, Musicians, and Attendants. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! 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! Out Boyet. True; out, indeed. Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe 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: If they do speak our language, 'tis our will Boyet. What would you with the princess? Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Ros. What would they, say they? 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 so: 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 miles, And many miles; the princess bids you tell, Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Ros. How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Are number'd in the travel of one mile? Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you; Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt. That we, like savages, may worship it. Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. 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. Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. estranged? Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's changed. King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it. King. But your legs should do 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 company ? Ros. Your absence only. King. That can never be. your 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. 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, Take that for your fair lady. Dum. Please it you, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. [They converse apart. Kath. What, was your visor made without a tongue ? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Falsify dice, lie. |