BIRON. Thou griev'st my gall. PRIN. Gall? bitter. BIRON. Therefore meet. [They converfe apart. DUM. Will you vouchfafe with me to change a word? MAR. Name it. DUM. Fair lady, MAR. Say you fo? Fair lord, Take that for your fair lady. DUM. Please it you, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. [They converfe apart. KATH. What, was your visor made without a tongue? LONG. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. KATH. O, for your reafon! quickly, fir; I long. LONG. You have a double tongue within And would afford my speechless visor half. your mask, KATH. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not veal a calf? Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. LONG. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Will you give horns, chafte lady? do not fo. KATH. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow, BOYET. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen Cutting a smaller hair than may be feen; Above the sense of sense: fo fenfible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, fwifter things. Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off. BIRON. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure fcoff! KING. Farewel, mad wenches; you have fimple wits. [Exeunt KING, LORDS, MOTH, Mufick, and Attendants. PRIN. Twenty adieus, my frozen Mufcovites.— Are these the breed of wit fo wonder'd at? BOYET. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. Ros. Well-liking wits they have; grofs, grofs, fat, fat, This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. PRIN. Qualm, perhaps. KATH. Yes, in good faith. PRIN. Go, fickness as thou art! Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain ftatute-caps. But will you hear? the king is my love fworn. PRIN. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me. KATH. And Longaville was for my fervice born. MAR. Dumain is mine, as fure as bark on tree. BOTET. Madam, and pretty miftreffes, give ear: Immediately they will again be here In their own fhapes; for it can never be, BOYET. They will, they will, God knows; And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: PRIN. How blow? how blow? speak to be understood. PRIN. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, BOYET. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. [Exeunt PRINCESS, ROS. KATH. and MARIA. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits. KING. Fair fir, God fave you! Where is the princess? BorET. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, Command me any fervice to her thither? KING. That fhe vouchfafe me audience for one word. BOYET. I will; and fo will she, I know, my lord. [Exit. BIRON. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please ; He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares At wakes, and waffels, meetings, markets, fairs; my heart, BIRON. See where it comes!-Behaviour, what wert thou, Till this man fhow'd thee? and what art thou now? To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. The virtue of your eye KING. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke ; As the unfullied lily, I proteft, A world of torments though I fhould endure, KING. HOW, madam? Ruffians? PRIN. Ay, in truth, my lord; Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. In Ruffian habit: here they stay'd an hour, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, BIRON. This jeft is dry to me.Fair, gentle sweet, Wife things feem foolish, and rich things but poor. |