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Action and accent did they teach him there;
Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear ;
And ever and anon they made a doubt,
Presence majestical would put him out:
For, quoth the King, an Angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
The boy reply'd, an Angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her, had fhe been a Devil.
With that all laugh’d, and clap'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
One rubb’d his elbow thus, and feer'd and iwore,
A better speech was never fpoke before.
Another with his finger and his thumb,
Cry'd, via! we will do’t, come what will come.
The third he caper'd and cry'd, all goes well:
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that they all did tumble on the ground,
With such, a zealous laughter, fo profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, paffion's solemn tears.

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 ;
They do it but in mocking merriment,
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several councils they unbofom shall
To loves mistook, and fo be mockt withal,
Upon the next occafion that we meet,
With visages difplay'd, to talk and greet.

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!
Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. (36)

Motb. A holy parcel of the faires dames,
That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.

[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their

eyes.

(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. .

Morb.

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.
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.
Roj. What would they, say they?
Boyet. Nothing, but peace and gentle visitation.
Roj

. 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
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,

ROS. How many weary steps
Of many weary miles, have you 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, so infinite,

That

That we may do it ftill without accompt.
Vouchsafe to thew the sunshine of your face,
That we (like savages) may worship it.

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;
Curt'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 yourselves then; what buys your company
Roj. Your absence only.
King. That can never be.

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

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
Ros. In private then.
King. I am best pleas'd with That.
Biron.White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar, there is three.

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 ;
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.

Biron. One word in fecret.
Prin. Let it not be fweet.
Biron. Thou griev'ft my gall.
Prin. Gall? bitter.
Biron. Therefore meet.
Dum. Will you voachsafe with me to change a word ?
Mar. Name it.
Dum. Fair lady,

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

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

Cath. What, was your visor made without a tongue ?
Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
Catb. 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 pot veal a calf ?
Long. A calf, fair lady?
Cath. No, a fair lord calf.
Long. Let's part the word.
Cath. No, I'll not be

your

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.
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 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

fcoff.

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