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Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue.
Biron. Nothing, but peace and gentle visitation.
gone. Boyet. She says, you have it ; and you may
gone. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, To tread'a measure with her on the grass. Boyet. They fay, that they have measur'd many a
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?
Biron. Tell her we measure them by weary steps.
Rof. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
face, That we (like favages) may worship it.
Rof. 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 ftars, to shine (Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery eyne.
kes. vain petitioner. beg a greater matter ; Thou now requeft't but moon Shine in the water.
King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one
change ; Thou bid'at me beg, this begging is not frange.
Rof. Play, mufick, then ; nay, you must do it soon. Not yet? no dance? thus change I, like the moon. King. Will you not dance ? how come you thus
estrang'd ? Ros. You took the moon at full, but now she's
Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
Roj. Only to part friends ;
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and so, adieu ;
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
nice, Methegline, wort, and malmsey; - well run, dice: There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu ;
Prin. Let it not be sweet.
you vouchsafe with me to change a word ? Mar. Name it. Dum. Fair lady,
Mar. Say you so? fair lord : Take that for
Cath. What, was your vizor made without a tongue?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Caik. No, I'll not be your
Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
As is the razor's edge, invincible,
Above the sense of sense, so sensible Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, Iwifter
things. Rof. Not one word more, my maids; break off,
break off. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff.
King. Farewel, mad wenches ; you have fimple wits.
[Exeunt King and Lords. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites, Are these the Breed of wits so wondred at? Boyet, Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths
puft out. Ref. Well-liking wits they have ; gross, grofs ;
fat, fat, Prin. O poverty in wit
, kingly poor flout ! Will they not (think you) hang themselves to-night?
Or ever, but in vizors, shew their faces ? This pert Biron was out of count'nance quite.
Rolo they were all in lamentable cafes. 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-ftrait was mute.
Cath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart :
Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Prin. Go, fickness as thou art !
you hear ? 'the King is my love sworn.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear :
Prin. Will they return ..
Boyet. They will, they will, God knows ;
Or angel-veiling clouds : are roses blown,
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do,
Rof. Good Madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw, the Gallants are at hand.
SCENE, before the Princess's Pavilion.
Boyet. Gone to her Tent.
Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pidgeons peas ; And utters it again, when jove doth please; He is wit's pedlar, and retails his wares -At wakes and waffals, meetings, markets, fairs ! And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show.