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Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare !
Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid !2 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 addrest 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 hi: 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 holder.
 Johnson censures the Princess for invoking with so much levity the ja ron of hr country, to oppose his power to that of Cupid; but that was not her intentio. B ing determinal to engage the King and his followers, she gives for the word of battle St Dennis, as the King, when he was determined to attack her, had given for the word of battle St. Cupid:
“ Saint Cupid then, and, soldiers, to the field." M. MASON.
One rubb'd his elbow, thus : and fleer'd, and swore,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Prin. And will they so ? the gallant shall be task'd:
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 To loves mistook ; and so be mock'd withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet,
 The spleen was anciently supposed to be the cause of laughter. STEE.
 A mask of Muscovites was no uncommon recreation at court long before our author's time. In the first year of King Henry the Eighth, at a banquet made for the toreign embassadors in the parliament-chamber at Westminster : " came the lorde Henry, Earl of Wiltshire, and the lorde Fitzwater, in twoo long gounes of yellowe satin travarsed with white satin, and in every ben of white was a bend of crimosen satin after the fashion of Russia or Ruslande, with furred hattes of grey on their hedes, either of them havyng au hatchet in their handes, and bootes with pykes turned up. Hall. Henry VIII. p. 6. This extract may serve to convey an idea of the dress used upon the present occasion by the King and his Lords at the per.. formance of the play. RITSON.
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.
Boy. 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,
[Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers
[The ladies mask. Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain, in Rus
sian habits, and masked; Moth, Musicians, and Attendants.
[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.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ;
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
Boyet. What would you with the princess ?
Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,
Boy. They say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. 6
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.
Royet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd miles, And many miles ; the princess bids you tell, How many inches do fill up one mile.
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
Ros. How many weary steps,
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you; Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
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 removid) upon our wat’ry eyne.?
Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moon shine 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 :-10 dance :- thus change I like the moon.
 The measures were dances solemn and slow. They were performed at court, and at public entertainments of the societies of law and equity, at their halls, on particular occasions. It was formerly, not deemed inconsistent with propriety even for the gravest persons to join in them; and ac. cordingly at the revels which were celebrated at the inns of court, it has not been unusual for the first characters in the law to become performers in treading the measures. See Dugdale's Origines Juridiciales. REED.
 When Queen Elizabeth asked an embassador how he liked her ladies, • It is hard,' said he, to judge of stars in the presence of the un.' JOH.
King. Will you not dance? How come you thus es
trangd Ros. You took the moon at full ; but now she's chang'd.
King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
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 :-
King. More measure of this measure ; be not nice.
Ros. Your absence only.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought : and so adieu ;
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
[They converse apart. Bir. 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 !
Biron. One word in secret.
Mar. Say you so ? Fair lord, -
Dum. Please it you,  To cog, signifies to falsify the dice, and to falsify a narrative, or to lie.
JOHNSON 35 VOL. II.