Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?

Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. 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 wench.

are a light

Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore

light.

Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past

care.

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well

play'd.

But Rosaline, you have a favour too:

Who sent it? and what is it?

Ros. 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 Birón:

The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring

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?

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.

Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your debtor.

My red dominical, my golden letter:

O, that your face were not so full of O's!
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all
shrows!

Prin. But what was sent
Dumain?

Kath. Madam, this glove.

to you from fair

Prin. 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,

The chain were longer, and the letter short? Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never

part.

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! How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek;

And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes;
And shape his service wholly to my behests;
And make him proud to make me proud that
jests!

So portent like would I o'ersway his state,
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.

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Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd.

As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such

As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

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 Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis'd, Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd:.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are

That charge their breath against us? say, scout,

say,

Boyet. Under the cool thade of a sycamore, I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour: When lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest, Toward that shade I might behold addreşt The King and his companions: warily I stole into a neighbour thicket by,

And overheard what you shall overhear;
That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page,

That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
Action, and accent, did they teach him there;
Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear:
And ever and anon they made a doubt,
Presence majestical would put him out;

For, quoth the King, an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;

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.
One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore,
A better speech was never spoke before:
Another with his finger and his thumb,
Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come
The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well:
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground, '
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to

visit us?

Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd, thus,

Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess,

Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance:
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his several mistress; which they'll know
By favours several, which they did bestow.

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;

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 you favours too! so shall your loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.

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:

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They do it but in mocking merriment;

And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several councils they unbosom shall
To loves mistook; and 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 spea-
ker'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: