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Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue.
Rof. What would these strangers ? know their minds,

If they do speak our language, 'tis our 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.
Ref. What would they, say they?
Boyet. Nothing, but peace and gentle vifitation.
Rol. Why, That they have ; and bid them fo 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 the grass. Boyet. They fay, that they have measur'd many 2

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Rof. It is not fo. Ask them, how many inches
Is in one mile : if they have measur'd many,
The measure then of one is easily told.

Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
And many miles; the Princess bids you tell,
How many inches doth fill up one mile?
Biron. Tell her we measure them by weary steps.

Boyet. She hears herself.

Rof. How many weary fteps
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, fo infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of


face, That we (like favages) may worship it.

Rof. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

King. Blefled are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy fars, to shine (Those clouds remov'd) upor our watery eyne.

kos. O vain petitioner. beg a greater matter ; Tbou now request'it but moon shine in the water.

King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one

change ; Thou bid'ft me beg, this begging is not ftrange.

Rof. Play, mufick, then; nay, you must do it soon. 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

chang'a. King. Yet ftill she is the


and I the man. The musick plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.

Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
King. But your legs should do it.
Rof. Since you are strangers, and come here by

chance, We'll not be nice; take hands ; we will not dance, King. Why take you hands then!

Rof. Only to part friends ;
Curt'fie, sweet hearts, and so the measure ends.

King. More measure of this meafure; be not nice,
Roj. We can afford no more at such a price,
King. Prize yourselves then ; what buys your com-

Rof. Your absence only.
King. That can never be.

Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and fo, adieu ;
Twice to your visor, and half once to you.

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
Rof. In private then.
King. I am best pleas'd with That.
Biron. White-handed mistress, one fweet word with

Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar, there is three.
Biron. Nay then, two treys; and if you grow fo

nice, Methegline, wort, and malmfey; -well run, dice: There's half a dozen sweets.

Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu;
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. One word in secret.

Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Biron, Thou griev'it my gall.
Prin. Gall? bitter.
Biron. Therefore meet.
Dum Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
Mar. Name it.
Dum. Fair lady,

Mar. Say you so? fair lord :
Take that for your fair lady.

Dum. Please it you ;
As much in private ; and I'll bid adieu.

Cath. What, was your vizor made without a tongue?
Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
Cath. O, for your reason! quickly, Sir; I long.

Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
And would afford my speechless vizor half.
Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man ; is not veal a

Long. A calf, fair lady?
Cath. No, a fair lord calf.
Long. Let's part the word.

Caih. No, I'll not be your half;
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp

mocks ! Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.

Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Cath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

As is the razor's edge, invincible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen:

Above the sense of sense, fo sensible Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, (wifter

Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off,

break off.
Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff.


King. Farewel, mad wenches ; you have simple wits.

[Exeunt King and Lords. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. Are these the Breed of wits so wondred at? Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths

puft out. Rof. Well-liking wits they have ; gross, gross ;,

fat, fat, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout! Will they not (think you) hang themselves to-night?

Or ever, but in vizors, thew their faces ? This pert Biron was out of count'nance quite.

Roj: 0.! they were all in lamentable cases. The King was weeping.ripe for a good word. Prin. Biron did fwear himself out of all fuit.

Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword: No, point, quoth I ; my servant strait was mute.

Cath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart :
And, trow you, what he cal’d me?

Prin. Qualm, 'perhaps.
Cath. Yes, in good faith,
Prin. Go, fickness as thou art !

Rof. Well, better, wits have worn plain statute caps.
But'will you hear ? the King is my love fworn.

Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
Cath. And Longaville was for my service born.
Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.

Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear :
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes

, ; for it can never be,
They will digelt this harsh indignity.
Prin. Will they return 2.
Boyet. They will

, they will, God knows ;
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
Therefore, change Favours ; and, when they pair
Blow, like sweet roses, in this summer air.
Prix. How, blow how, blow? speak to be under-

Boyet. Fair ladies, maskt, are roses in their bud ;

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Or angel-veiling clouds : are roses blown,
Dismaskt, their damask sweet Commixture shewn.

Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do,
If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

Rof. Good Madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
Let's mock them fill, as well known, as disguis’d;
Let us complain to them what fools were here,
Disguis’d, like Muscovites, in shapeless gear ;
And wonder what they were, and to what end
Their shallow Shows, and Prologue vilely pen’d,
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Should be presented at our 'Tent to us.

Boyet. Ladies, withdraw, the Gallants are at hand.
Prin. Whip to our Tents, as roes run o'er the land.


A C-T. V.

SCENE, before the Princess's Pavilion. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain,

in their own babits ; Boyet meeting them.




AIR Sir, God save you! Where's the Princess?

Boyet. Gone to her Tent.
Pleafe it your Majesty, command me any service

to her ?
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
Boyet. I will, and so will fhe, I know, my lord. [Exit.

Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pidgeons peas ; And utters it again, when jove doth please; He is wit's pedlar, and retails his wares At wakes and waffals, meetings, markets, fairs : And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show.

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