VI.

The KING and Lords coming masked as Muscovites, with MOTH and attendants, to visit the PRINCESS.

"MOтн. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,

BOYET.
Мотн.

(They turn their backs to him.)

That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views!
BIRON. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Мотн.

Out

BOYET.

That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!

True; out, indeed.

MOTH. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold

BIRON. Once to behold, rogue.

Мотн.

MOTH. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,

with your sun-beamed eyes

BOYET. They will not answer to that epithet;

You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes."

VII.

ACT V. S. 2.

The pageant of the nine worthies. COSTARD armed for POMPEY.

"COST. I Pompey am,

BOYET.

COST. I Pompey am,
BOYET.

You lie, you are not he.

With libbard's head on knee. BIRON. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be friends with thee." (NATHANIEL armed for ALEXANDER; HOLO

FERNES for JUDAS MACCABEUS; MOTH for HERCULES, strangling serpents; ARMADO for HECTOR.)

ACT V. S. 2.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

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VIII.

The departure of the PRINCESS and train.

"KING. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves.

PRIN.

A time, methinks, too short

To make a world-without-end bargain in:
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage.

If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house;
Raining the tears of lamentation

For the remembrance of my father's death.

BIRON. And what to me, my love? and what to me? Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury;

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,

But seek the weary beds of people sick.

DUM. But what to me, my love? but what to me?
KATH. A wife! a beard, fair health, and honesty;
With threefold love I wish you all these three.
DUM. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
KATH. Not so, my lord: a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-tongued wooers say:

Come when the king doth to my lady come,
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
LONG. What says Maria?
MAR.

At the twelvemonth's end,

I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

(DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO is seen

holding the plough for JAQUENETTA.) ARM. I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years."

ACT V. S. 2.