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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 mock'd, depart away with shame.
[Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask d, the maskers come.
[The ladies mask.
Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain,
in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Musicians, and Attendants. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta 4s. Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,
[The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views!
Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
vouchsafe Not to behold
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
with your sun-beamed eyes,
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me
out. Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you
rogue. Ros. What would these strangers? know their
Boyet. What would you with the princess?
gone. 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 many a
Ros. It is not so: ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If, to come hither you have measured miles,
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Biron. We number cothing that we spend for you;
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 46, to shine(Those clouds remov'd,) 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, musick, then: nay, you must do it soon.
[Musick plays. 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.
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?
Only to part friends :-
King. More measure of this measure ; be not nice.
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.
I am best pleas'd with that.
[They converse apart. Biron. 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! Since you can cog 47, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. One word in secret.
Let it not be sweet.
Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a
word? Mar. Name it. Dum.
Say you so ? Fair lord, -
Please it you,
[They converse apart. Kath. What, was your visor 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 visor half. Bath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not veal
a calf ?
No, a fair lord calf.
No, I'll not be your half:
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 dic. 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,