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Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance i
And every one his love-leat 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 fuit, to see a lady's face.--
Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
And then the king will court thée for his dear;
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine;
So shall Birón' také 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

fight. 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 iny intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook; and fo 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 no grace; But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face.* Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speak

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

ber face.] The first folio, and the quarto, 1598, have his face. Correded by the editor of the second fólio. MALONI,

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 malk.

Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVÍLLE, 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 taffata.
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.

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

BOYET. True; out, indeed.

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will ne'er come in, ] The quarto, 1598, and the folio; 1623, read will i'ct. The corredion was made in the second folio. MALONE.

6 Beauties no richer than rich taffata.} i. e. the taffata masks they wore to conceal themselves. All the editors concur to give this line to Biron; but, surely, very abfurdly: for he's one of the sea lous admirers, and hardly would make such an inference. Boyet is sncering at the parade of their address, is in the secret of the la. dies' stratagem, and makes himself sport at the absurdity of their proem, in complimenting their beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost propriety.



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Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly Spirits, vouch

Safe Not to belold

BIRON. Once to behold, rogue.

Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes, --with your sun-beamed eyes

Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet; You were beit call it, daughter-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

minds, Boyet:
If they do speak our language, 'tis oar will
That some plain man recount their purposes :
Know what they would.

BOYET. What would you with the princess?
Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
Ros. What would they, say they ?
Boyer. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be

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 mile, To tread a measure? with you on this grass.

7 To tread a measure -] The measures were dances solemn and Dow. They were performed at court, and at public entertainments of Ros. It is not fo: alk them, how


inches Is in-one mile: if they have measur'd many, The measure then of one is easily toid. BOYET. 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. Boyet. She bears herself. Ros.

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,

tlie societies of law and equity, at their halls, on particular occafions, It was formerly not deemed inconfiftent with propriety even for the gravest persons to join in them; and accordingly at the revels which were celebrated at the inns of court, it has not been yousual for the first charaders in the law to become performers in treading the measures. See Dugdale's Origines Juridiciales. Sir Jobo Davies, int his poem called Orchestra, 1662, describes them in this manner:

56 But, after these, as men more civil grew,

" He did more grave and solemn inoasures frame : " With fuch fair order and proportion true,

" And correspondence ev'ry way the fame,
“ That no fauli-finding eye did ever blame,

" For every eye was moved at the fight,
" With Cober wond'ring and with sweet delight.

- Not those young students of the heavenly book,
“ Atlas the great, Prometheus the wise,

" Which on the stars did all their life-time look, “ Could ever find such measure in the ikies,

• So full of change, and rare varieties; 's " Tei all the feet whereon these measures go,

" Are only spondees, folennn, grave, and slow. See Beatrice's description of this dance in Much wüo about Nothing, Vol. VI. p. 252. MALONE,



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That we may do it still without accompt.
Vouch safe 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,' 10

shine (Those clouds remov’d,) upon our wat’ry eyne.

Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'it 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 foon.

[ Mufick plays. Not yet;—no dance:thus change I like the moon. King. Will you not dance? How come you thus

eftrang’d? Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's

chang'd, KING. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The mufick plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.

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.

8 Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, ] When queen Elizabeth alked an ambassador how he liked her ladies, It is hard, said he, to judge of stars in the presence of the sun. JOHNSON,

the man. ] I susped, that a line which rhimed with this, has been loft. MALONE.



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