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To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal,
Upon the next occasion that we meet
With visages display'd to talk and greet.

Rofa. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?

Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot; Nor to their pen'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; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with fame. [Sound.

Boyet. The trumpetsounds; be markt, the makers come. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and Attendants, disguis'd like Muscovites; Moth, with

Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. All baih, the richest beauties on the earth?
Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. (44)

Moth. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.

[The Ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Moth. That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal views Out

Biron. True ; omt, indeed.

MotbOut of your favours, heav'nly spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.

Biron. Once to behold, rogue.

(44) Biron Beauties, no richer tban rich taffata.) All the editors concur to give this line to Biron; but, surely, very absurdly : for he's one of the zealous admirers, and hardly would make such an inference. Boyet is (neering at the parade of their address, is in the secret of the Ladies stratagem, and makes himself sport at the absurdity of their proëm, in complimenting their beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from bim with the utmost propriety.


Moth. Once to behold with your fun-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 perfe&ness? be gone, you rogue.
Rofa. What would these strangers? know their minds,
If they do speak our language, 'is our will (Bayet.
That some plain men recount their purposes.
Know, what they would.

Boyet. What would you with the Princess ?
Biron. Nothing, but peace and gentle visitation.
Rofa. What would they, say they?
Boyet. Nothing, but peace and gentle visitation.
Roja. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gore.
Boyet. She says, you have it; and you may be gone
King. Say to her, we have measur'd


miles, To tread a measure with her on the grass.

Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass,

Rofa. Itis 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,

many inches doth fill up one mile? Biron. Tell her, 'we meafure them by weary steps, Boget. She hears herself.

Roja. 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.
Vouchsafe to thew the sunshine of your face,
"That we (like favages) may worship it.

Rosa. My face it but a moon and clouded tor.

King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine (Those clouds removid) upon our watery eyne.


Roja. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter ; Thou now request'it but moon-fhine in the water.

King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one change; Thou bid'ft me beg, this begging is not strange.

Rofa. Play, musick, then ; nay, you must do it foon. Not yet? no dance ? thus change I, like the moon.

King. Will you not dance? how come you thuseftrang’d? Rofa. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang'd.

King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. (45) The musick plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.

Rofa. Oar ears vouchsafe it. King. But your legs should do it. Rofa. Since you are strangers, and come here by chance, We'll not be nice; take hands ;-we will not dance.

King. Why take your hands then !

Rofa. Only to part friends;
Curt'sy, sweet hearts, and so the measure ends.

King. More measure of this measure ; be not nice.
Rosa. We can afford no more at such a price.
King. Prize yourselves then; what buys your company?
Rosa, Your absence only.
King. That can never be.

Roja. 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.
Rofa. In private then.
King. I am best pleas'd with that.
Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar, there is three.

(45) King. Yet ftill she is she moon, and I the man.'

Rosa. The mufick plays, voucbsafe some motion to it;

Our ears voucbsafe it.] This verse, about the man in the moon, I verily believe to be spurious, and an interpolation : because, in the first place, the conceit of it is not pursued; and then it entirely breaks in upon the chain of the scouplets, and has no rhyme to it. However, I have not ventur'd to «cashier it. The 2d verse is given to Rosaline, but very absurdly. "The King is intended to folicit the Princess to dance : but the Ladies had beforehand declar'd their resolutions of not complying. It is evident therefore, that it is the King, who should importune Rosaline, whom he mittakes for the Princess, to dance with him. VOL. II. L


Biron. Nay then, two treys ; and if you grow so nice, Methegline, 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.

Biron. One word in secret.
Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Biron. Thou griev'ft my gall.
Prin. Gall ? bitter. -
Biron. Therefore meet.
Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
Mar. Naine it.
Dum. Fair Lady---

Mar. Say you io : fair Lord :
Take that for your fair Lady.

Dum. Please it you ;
As much in private ; and I'll bid adieu.

Cath. What, was your vizor made without a tongue ?
Long. I know the reason, Lady, why you alk.
Cath. O, for your reason! quickly, Sir; I long,

Long. You have a double tongue within your mark, And would afford my speechless vizor half.

Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man ; is not veal a calf?
Long. A calf, fair Lady?
Cath. No, a fair Lord-calf.
Long. Let's part the word.

Cath. No, I'll not be your half;
Take all, and wean it ; it may prove an ox.

Long. Look, how you buttyourself in these sharp mocks ! Will you give horns, chaste Lady ? do not so.

Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die.
Cath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry.
Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

As is the razor's edge, invincible,
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.
Roja. 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 simple 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.
Rosa. 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 vizors, Thew their faces ?
This pert Biron was out of countnance quite,

Rofa. 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 fervant ftrait was mute.

Cath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart ;
And trow, you, what he call'd me!

Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Cath. Yes, in Igood faith,
Prin. Go, fickness as thou art!

Rosa. Well, better wits have worn plain statute caps.
But will you hear the King is my

love sworn.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
Cath. And Longaville was for my service born.
Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.

Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear;
Immediately they will again be here
In their own Tapes ; for it can never be,
They will digeft this harsh indignity.

Prin. Will they return ?

Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows :
Therefore change favours, and when they repair,
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be understood.
Boyet. Fair Ladies, malkt, are roses in their bud; (46)

Or (46) Fair Ladies mafkt are roles in the bad:

Dismaske, their damok sweet commixture fhown,
Are angels valling clouds, or roses blown.)

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