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Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and

beavy, And so she died. Had she been light, like

you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died. And so may you; for a light heart lives long. Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of

this light word ? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. 20 Ros. We need more light to find your mean

ing 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, 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,
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 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 picturo in his letter!
Prin. Any thing like ?
Ros. Much in the letters ; nothing in the

praise.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
Rath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
Ros. Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your

debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter;
O that your face were not so full of O's!
Prin. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all

shrews, But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair

Dumain ?
Kath. Madam, this glove.
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 Longa-

ville. 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

Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mock.

ing so. That same Biron 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 hests, And make him proud to make me proud that

jests ! So pedant-like would I o'ersway his state That he should be my fool and I his fate. 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. 0, 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 dis

guis'd, Armed in arguments ; you 'll be surpris'd. Muster your wits; stand in your own deOr hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Prin. Saint Denis to Saint Cupid ! What

are they That charge their breath against us ? Say, scout,

say. Boyet. Under the cool shade 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 address'd 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 enibassage. 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 Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously." The boy replied, “ 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

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One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and
A better speech was never spoke before ;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, Via! we will do 't, come wbat will
The third he caper'd, and cried, “All goes
The fourth'turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
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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
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparell'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, 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. Ros. Come on, then ; wear the favours most

in sight. Kath. But in this changing what is your in

tent? 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, 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 po grace, But while 't is spoke each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the

speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part. 150 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'er

thrown, To make theirs ours and ours none but our own; So shall we stay, mocking intended game, And they, well mock'd, depart away with

shame. [Trumpet sounds (within). Boyet. The trumpet sounds : be mask'd; the

maskers come. (The Ladies mask.)

Enter Blackamoors with music, the Boy (MOTH

with a speech, and the rest of the LORDS disguised. Moth. “All hail, the richest beauties on the

earth 1" Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. Moth. “A holy parcel of the fairest dames 163

[The Ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their - backs - to mortal

views!" Bir. (Aside to Moth.] Their eyes, villain, their

eyes. Moth." That ever turn'd their eyes to mortai

views !Out's Boyet. True ; out indeed.

Out of your favours, heavenly spirits,

vouchsafe Not to behold"

Bir. (Aside to Moth.) 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. Bir. Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue !

[Exit Moth.] Ros. What would these strangers ? Know

their minds, Boyet.
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That some plain man recount their purposes.
Know what they would.

Boyet. What would you with the Princess ?
Bir. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
Ros. What would they, say they ?
Boyet. Nothing but peace and gentle visita

tion. Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be

gone. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many

miles To tread a measure with her on this grass.

Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd 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 measur'd many, The measure then of one is easily told. Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd

miles, And many miles, the Princess bids you tell How many inches doth fill up one mile. Bir. Tell her, we measure them by weary

steps. Boyet. She hears herself, Ros.

How many weary steps Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Are numb'red in the travel of one mile ? Bir. We number nothing that we spend for

you; Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt.

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Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
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 remov'd, upon our watery eyne.

Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now requests 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 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. Curtsey, 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. Price 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.) Bir. White-handed mistress, one sweet word

with thee. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is

three. Bir. 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, adien. 234 Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.

Bir One word in secret.
Prin.

Let it not be sweet.
Bir. Thou grievest my gall.
Prin.

Gall ! bitter.
Bir.

Therefore meet.

(They converse apart.] Dum. Will 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 vizard made without

a tongue ? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask, Kath. O for your reason! quickly, sir; I

long; Long. You have a double tongue within your

mask, And would afford my speechless vizard half. Kath. Veal," quoth the Dutchman. Is not

veal a calf ? Long. A calf, fair lady! Kath.

No, a fair lord calf. Long. Let's part the word. Kath.

No, I'll not be your half. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these

sharp mocks ! Will you give horns, chaste lady? Do not so. Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do

grow. Long. One word in private with you, ere I

die. Kath. Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.

[They converse apart.] Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are

as keen 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 Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought,

swifter things. Ros. Not one word more, my

break off, break off. Bir. By heaven, all dry-beaten with puro

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? Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces ? This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.

Ros. O, they were all in lamentable cases ! The King was weeping-ripe for a good word. Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all

suit. Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his

sword. “No point,” quoth I; my servant straight

was mute. Kath. Lord Longaville said I came o'er his

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Qualm, perhaps. And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Kath. Yes, in good faith.

Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Prin.

Go, sickness as thou art! This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve ; 821 Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve. statute-caps.

'A can carve too, and lisp; why, this is he But will you hear? The King is my love That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy ;.

This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice to me.

In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. A mean most meanly; and in ushering Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on Mend him who can. The ladies call him sweet; tree.

The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet. Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give This is the flower that smiles on every one, ear:

To show his teeth as white as whale's bone; Immediately they will again be here

And consciences, that will not die in debt, In their own shapes ; for it can never be

Pay him the due of honey-tongu'd Boyet. They will digest this harsh indignity.

King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Prin. Will they return ?

heart, Boyet. They will, they will, God knows, That put Armado's page out of his part! And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows :

Re-enter the (PRINCESS, attended by Boyet and Therefore change favours; and, when they re

her] LADIES. pair,

Bir. See where it comes ! Behaviour, what Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

wert thou Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be Till this man show'd thee? And what art thou

understood. Boyet. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of

bud; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture Prin. * Fair" in "all hail" is fonl, as I conshown,

ceive. Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we Prin. Then wish me better; I will give you do,

leave. If they return in their own shapes to woo ? King. We came to visit you, and purpose now Ros. Good madam, if by me you 'll be ad- To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then. vis'd,

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold Let 's mock them still, as well known as dis

your vow: guis’d.

Nor God, nor I, delights in perjur'd men. Let us complain to them what fools were here, King. Rebuke me not for that which you proDisguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;

voke. And wonder what they were, and to what end The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd Prin. You nickname virtue; vice you should And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

have spoke, Should be presented at our tent to us.

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure hand.

As the unsullied lily, I protest, Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over A world of torments though I should endure, land.

I would not yield to be your house's guest; (Exeunt (Princess and Ladies). So much I hate a breaking cause to be Re-enter the KING, and the rest in their proper

Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.

King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, habits).

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. King. Fair sir, God save you! Where's the Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Princess ?

We have had pastimes here and pleasant Boyet. Gone to her tent. Please it your

game. majesty

A mess of Russians left us but of late. Command me any service to her thither ?

King. How, madam! Russians ! King. That she vouchsafe me audience for Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; one word.

Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state. Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my Ros. Madam, speak true. "It is not so, my lord.

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lord. Bir. This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons My lady, to the manner of the days, pease,

In courtesy gives undeserving praise. And utters it again when God doth please. We four indeed confronted were with four He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares

In Russian habit; here they stay'd an hour, At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, fairs

They did not bless us with one happy word. sa

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I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have

drink, Bir. This jest is dry to me. (Fair) gentle

sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish. When we

greet, With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light; your capacity Is of that nature that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish and rich things but

poor: Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my

eyeBir. I am a fool, and full of poverty. Ros. But that you take what doth to you be

long, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

Bir. O, I am yours, and all that I possess !
Ros. All the fool mine?
Bir.

I cannot give you less. Ros. Which of the vizards was it that you

wore ? Bit. Where? When? What vizard ? Why demand you

this? Ros. There, then, that vizard ; that superfluThat bid 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 per

jury. Can any face of brass hold longer out? Here stand I; lady, dart thy skill at me, Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a

flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my igno

rance ; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thee never more to dance,

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. 0, never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, Nor never come in vizard to my friend, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's

song ! Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,

Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. I do forswear them, and I here protest, By this white glove, -how white the hand,

God knows! Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd

In russet yeas and honest kersey noes ; And, to begin, wench, - so God help me,

la ! My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. 415 Ros. Sans sans, I pray you. Bir.

Yet I have a trick Of the old rage. Bear with me, I am sick;

I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see :-
Write “ Lord have mercy on us

on those three. They are infected ; in their hearts it lies ; They have the plague, and caught it of your

eyes. These lords are visited; you are not free, For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. Prin. No, they are free that gave these

tokens to us. Bir. Our states are forfeit; seek not to undo

us. Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue ? Bir. Peace! for I will not have to do with

you. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Bir. Speak for yourselves ; my wit is at an 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.

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. Prin.

Peace, peace ! forbear. Your oath once broke, you force not to for

swear. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of

mine. Prin. I will; and therefore keep it. Rosa

line, What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me

dear As precious eyesight, and did value me Above this world; adding thereto, moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Prin. God give thee joy of him! The noble

lord Most honourably doth uphold his word.

King. What mean you, madam ? By my life, I never swore this lady such an oath. 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. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. What, will you have me, or your pearl again?

Bir. Neither of either; I remit both twain. I see the trick on't; here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy.

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