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Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue.
Boyet. What would you with the Princess ?
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
Rof. It is not fo. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
Boyet. She hears herself.
Rof. How many weary fteps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
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.
chance, We'll not be nice; take hands ; we will not dance, King. Why take you hands then!
Rof. Only to part friends ;
King. More measure of this meafure; be not nice,
Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and fo, adieu ;
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
nice, Methegline, wort, and malmfey; -well run, dice: There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu;
Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Mar. Say you so? fair lord :
Dum. Please it you ;
Cath. What, was your vizor made without a tongue?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Caih. No, I'll not be your half;
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
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 :
Prin. Qualm, 'perhaps.
Rof. Well, better, wits have worn plain statute caps.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear :
, ; for it can never be,
, they will, God knows ;
Or angel-veiling clouds : are roses blown,
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do,
Rof. Good Madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw, the Gallants are at hand.
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.
to her ?
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.