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Action and accent did they teach him there;
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Boyet. They do, they do, and are apparelld thus, Like Moscovites, or Ruffians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley, court and dance; And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his sev'ral mistress; which they'll know By Favours sev'ral, which they did bestow.
Prin. And will they for the gallants thall be takt; For, ladies, we will every one be malkt: And not a man of them Thall have the grace, Despight of fuit, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rosaline; this Favour thou shalt wear, And then the King will court chee for his Dear: Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine; So fhall Biron take me for Rosaline. And change your Favours too; fo fall your Loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
Ros. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight. Cath. But in this changing, what is your intent?
Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ;
Rof. But shall we dance, if they defire us to't ?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ; Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace : But while 'tis fpoke, each turn away her face.
Boyer. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with fame. (Sound.
Boyet. The trampet sounds; be maskt, the maskers come, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and At tendants, disguis'd like Moscovites ; Moth with
Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!
Motb. A holy parcel of the faires dames,
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their
(36) Biron. Beauties, no richer than ricb Taffata.] i.e. The Taffata Masks they wore to conceal themselves. All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron ; but, furely, very absurdly: for he's one of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make such an Inference. Boyet is sneering at the Parade of their Address, is in the secret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Absurdity of their Proem, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were malk'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmos Propriety. .
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views, Out
Biron. True ; out, indeed.
Morb. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Motb. Once to behold with your fur-beamed eyes With your fun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet; You were best call it daughter-beamed øyes.
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. Biron. Is this your perfe&nefs ? be gone, you rogue.
Ros.What would these strangers ? know their minds,Boyet.
Boyet. What would you with the Princess ?
. Why, that they have; and bid them so 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 say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Rof. It is not fo. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
ROS. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
That we may do it ftill without accompt.
Rof. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
King, Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy ítars, to shine (Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery eyne.
Ref. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter ; Thou now request'st but moon-shine in the water.
King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one change; Thou bid'it me beg, this begging is not strange.
Rof. Play, musick, 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. Roj. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang’d. King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The musick plays, vouch safe some motion to it.
Rof. Our ears vouchsafe it. King. But your legs should do it. Ros. 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;
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and so, adieu ;
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
Biron. Nay then, two treys; and if you grow so nice, Methegline, wort, and malmseywell run, dice: There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu ;
Biron. One word in fecret.
Mar. Say you for fair lord :
Dum. Please ic you;
Cath. What, was your visor made without a tongue ?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man ; is pot veal a calf ?
haif; 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 da grow.
As is the razor's edge, invincible,
Above the sense of sense so sensible Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things, Rof. Not one word more, my maids; break off,
break off. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure