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Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine; Boret. They will not answer to that epithet, So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.

You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. And change your favours too; so shall your loves Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.

me out. Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most in BIRON. Is this your perfectness ? begone, you sight.

rogue ! Kath. But, in this changing, what is your Ros. What would these strangers ? know their intent?

minds, Boyet: Prix. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : If they do speak our language, 't is our will They do it but in mocking merriment ;

That some plain man recount their purposes : And moek for mock is only my intent.

Know what they would. Their several counsels they unbosom shall

Boyet. What would you with the princess ? To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,

Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Upon the next occasion that we meet,

Ros. What would they, say they ? With visages display'd, to talk and greet.

Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be Prix. No; to the death we will not move a foot,

gone. Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace: Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be But, while 't is spoke, each turn away her* face.

gone. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, speaker's + heart,

To tread a measure(2) with her

on the grass. And quite divorce his memory from his part. Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many Prix. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt,

a mile, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.

To tread a measure with you on this grass. There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown; Ros. It is not so; ask them how many inches To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own : Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, So shall we stay, mocking intended game; The measure then of one is easily told. And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. Boyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd [Trumpets sound within.

miles, Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the And many miles, the princess bids you tell, maskers come. [The ladies mask, How many inches do f fill up one mile.

Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary


BOYET. She hears herself. Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and


How many weary steps, DIMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked ; Of many weary


have o'ergone, Moth, Musicians, and Attendants.

Are number'd in the travel of one mile ?

Biron. We number nothing that we spend for MOTH. All hail the richest beauties on the earth!

you; Biron. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,

[Aside. That we may do it still without accompt. MOTH. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, [The ladies turn their backs to him. That


savages, may worship it. That ever turn'd their-backsto mortal views !

Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes !

King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal

clouds do ! views !

Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to Out

shine BOYET. True; out, indeed.

(Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery eyne. Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; vouchsafe

Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Nol to behold

KING. Then, in our measure, do but vouchsafe BIRON. Once to behold, rogue.

one change: Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed Thou bidd'st me beg ; this begging is not strange, eyes,

Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it With your sun-beamed eyes

[Music plays.


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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 :Court'sy, sweet hearts, and so the measure ends. KING. More measure of this measure; be not

nice. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. KING. Prize you t yourselves : What buys your

company ? (*) First folio, you. (+) First folio omits you. b Vouchsafe some motion to it.) The early copies assign this line to Rosaline.

8 - she is the moon, and I the man.) An allusion to a stage character, with whom the audience of Shakespeare's day was perfectly familiar—the Man in the Moon.

as keen

be seen

Res. Your absence only.

Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do KING. That can never be.

grow. Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu; Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Twice to your visor, and half once to you !

Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more


[They converse apart. chat.

Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are
Ros. In private then.

I am best pleas'd with that. As is the razor's edge invisible,
[They converse apart. Cutting a smaller hair


; Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word Above the sense of sense : so sensible with thee.

Seemeth their conference; their conceits have Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is

wings, three.

Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter Biron. Nay, then, two treys (an if you grow

things. so nice),

Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey.-Well run, dice !

break off. There's half a dozen sweets.

BIRON. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure PRIN. Seventh sweet, adieu !

scoff! Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. KING. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple Baron. One word in secret.

wits. PRIN. Let it not be sweet.

[Exeunt KING, Lords, Moth, Music, and Bros. Thou griev’st my gall .

Attendants. Prix.

Gall? bitter.

PRIN. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.Biron,

Therefore meet. Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?

[They converse apart. Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a

breaths puff'd out. word?

Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross ; MAR, Name it.

fat, fat. DUM. Fair lady,

Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout !b MAR

Say you so ? Fair lord, — Will they not, think you, hang themselves toTake* that for your fair lady.

night? DUM.

Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.

This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. [They converse apart. Ros. 0! they were all in lamentable cases ! KATH. What, was your visor made without a The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. tongue?

Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : KATH. O, for your reason ! quickly, sir; I No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. long.

KATH. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his Long. You have a double tongue within your

heart; mask,

And trow you what he call’d me? And would afford my speechless visor half.


Qualm, perhaps. KATH. Veal, quoth the Dutchman :-Is not Kath, Yes, in good faith. veal a calf ?


Go, sickness as thou art ! Long. A calf, fair lady?

Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteKATH. No, a fair lord calf.

caps,(3) Long. Let's part the word.

But will you hear ? the king is my love sworn. Karh.

No, I'll not be


half : PRIN. And quick Biron hath plighted faith Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

to me. Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. sharp mocks!

MAR. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree, Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:

Please it you,

(*) First folio, "Take you that." Since you can cog,-) To cog the dice is to load them for cheating; and hence when any one deceives or defrauds another, be is said to cog.

pererty in vit, kingly-poor fout!) No ingenuity has yet succeeded in extracting sense fro th

passage. appears to mne manifestly corrupt, and the misprint to have been occasioned

by a transposition. Kingly-poor, I suspect, is no other than a printer's error for poor-lyking. Rosaline, in irony, speaks of their visitors having rich, well-liking, i.e. good-conditioned, wits; to which the Princess replies :

"O poverty in wit, poor-liking flout!" Liking, of old, was spelt, indifferently, liking, or lyking. c No point,-) See note (C), p. 62.

Immediately they will again be here

In honourable terms ; nay, he can sing In their own shapes ; for it can never be,

A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, They will digest this harsh indignity.

Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet; Prin. Will they return ?

The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet : ВоYET. They will, they will, God knows, This is the flower that smiles on every one, And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: To show his teeth as white as whales' bone: Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, And consciences, that will not die in debt, Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

Pay him the due* of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin. How blow? how blow ? speak to be KING. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my

understood. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their That pnt Armado's page out of his part !


bud :

Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

Enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BoYET; Rosa-
PRIN. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, LINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and Attendants.
If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

Biron. See where it comes !—Behaviour, what Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis’d,

wert thou, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis’d:

Till this of man show'd thee? and what art thou Let us complain to them what fools were here,

now ? Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear ; King. All hail, swect madam, and fair time And wonder what they were ; and to what end:

of day! Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd,

Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Should be presented at our tent to us.

Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at

KING. We came to visit



purpose now hand.

To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then. PrỊN. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land.*

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold [Exeunt PRINCESS, Ros., Katu., and Maria.

your vow:

Nor God, nor I, delights in perjur'd men. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and

KING. Rebuke me not for that which you DUMAIN, in their habits. proper


The virtue of your eye must break my oath. KING. Fair sir, God save you! Where is † the Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you should princess ?

have spoke; BOYET. Gone to her tent : Please it your For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. majesty,

Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Command me any service to her thither ? I

As the unsullied lily, I protest, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one A world of torments though I should endure, word.

I would not yield to be your house's guest : BOYET, I will; and so will she, I know, my So much I hate a breaking-cause to be lord.

[Exit. Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Biron. This fellow pecks § up wit, as pigeons KING. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, peas,

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. And utters it again when God || doth please : Prin. Not so, my lord, it is not so, I swear ; He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; At wakes, and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs ; A mess of Russians left us but of late. And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, KING. How, madam ? Russians ? Have not the grace to grace it with such show. PRIN.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:

Ros. Madam, speak true : It is not so, my He can carve (4) too, and lisp : Why, this is he,

lord; That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;

My lady (to the manner of the days),
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice We four, indeed, confronted were with four

(*) Old copies, runnes ore land. (t) Old copies, where's. (1) First folio omits thither. (8) First folio, picks.

| First folio, Jore.

(*) First folio, duty. (+) old editions, madman.

(1) Old editions, unsallied.


sick ;

undo us.

In Russian babit ; here they stay'd an hour, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,

knows!) They did not bless us with one happy word. Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express’d. I dare not call them fools ; but this I think,

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. And, to begin, wench, --so God help me, la !— Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle- | My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. sweet,

Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you. Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we BIRON.

Yet I have a trick greet

Of the old rage :--bear with me, I With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,

I 'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;By light we lose light: Your capacity

Write Lord have mercy on us,(5) on those three; Is of that nature, that to your huge store

They are infected, in their hearts it lies ; Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my These lords are visited; you are not free, eye, —

For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. BIRON. I am a fool, and full of poverty.

Prin. No, they are free that gave these tokens Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,

to us. It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

BIRON. Our states are forfeit, seek not to Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. Ros. All the fool mine?

Ros. It is not so. For how can this be true, BIRON. I cannot give you less. That

you stand forfeit, being those that sue ? Ros. Which of the visors was it that you wore? BIRON. Peace; for I will not have to do Biron. Where? when ? what visor ? why de




Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at

case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. KING. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude KING. We are descried : they'll mock us now

transgression downriglit.

Some fair excuse. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.


The fairest is confession. Prin. Amaz’d, my lord ? Why looks your Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd? highness sad ?

KING. Madam, I was. Ros. Help, hold his brows! he 'll swoon! Why PRIN.

And were you well advis'd ? look you pale?—

KING. I was, fair madam. Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.


When you then were here, BIRON. Thus pour the stars down plagues for What did you whisper in your lady's ear? perjury.

KING. That more than all the world I did Can any face of brass hold longer out ?

respect her. Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me ;

Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout;

reject her. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; KING. Upon mine honour, no. Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;


Peace, peace, forbear; And I will wish thee never more to dance

Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Nor never more in Russian habit wait.

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

mine. Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue ; Prin. I will : and therefore keep it :

it:-Rosaline, Nor never come in visor to my friend ;

What did the Russian whisper in your ear ? Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

As precious eye-sight: and did value me Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,* Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Figures pedantical ; these summer-flies

That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord I do forswear them: and I here protest,

Most honourably doth uphold his word.

an end.

(*) Old copies, affection. * Fair gentle-sweet,-) Fair was supplied by the second folio, 1632. Mr. Malone reads " My."

You force not to forswear.) To force not is to care not. Mr.

Collier gives a very apposite illustration of this old use of the
" O Lorde! some good body for God's sake, gyve me meate,
I force not what it were, so that I had to eate."
Int. of Jacob and Esau, 1568, Act II. Sc. 2.

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