PRIN. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. [Trumpets sound within. BOYET. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers come. [The ladies mask. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; MOTH, Musicians, and Attendants. MOTH. "All hail the richest beauties on the earth!" BIRON. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. [Aside. MоTH. "A holy parcel of the fairest dames, [The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their "—backs—" to mortal views!" BIRON. "Their eyes," villain, "their eyes!" MOTH. "That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! Out " BOYET. True; out, indeed. MOTH. "Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe BOYET. They will not answer to that epithet, You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. MOTH. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. BOYET. What would you with the princess? BOYET. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. • This line belongs to Biron in the originals, but is usually given to Boyet. We agree with Tieck that it ought to be restored to Biron. He is vexed at finding the ladies masked, and sees nothing "richer than rich taffata." Mr. Dyce thinks it belongs to Boyet, who wishes to confuse Moth, while Biron is full of anxiety that the address should be correctly spoken. Her, in the quarto; the folio, you. BOYET. They say that they have measur'd many a mile, BIRON. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Are number'd in the travel of one mile? BIRON. We number nothing that we spend for you; That we may do it still without accompt. Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. KING. Then, in our measure, vouchsafe but one change: Thou bidd'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Ros. Play, music, 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 estranged? Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's changed. KING. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. Ros. 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 we hands, then? Ros. : Only to part friends :Court'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 you yourselves: What buys your company? [Music plays. We is the more correct reading, but the folio has you; the ladies give their hands. BIRON. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. [They converse apart. Let it not be sweet. Gall? bitter. Therefore meet. Please it you, [They converse apart. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. KATH. O, for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. KATH. Veal, quoth the Dutchman :-Is not veal a calf? KATH. No, a fair lord calf. No, I'll not be your half: LONG. Let's part the word. KATH. 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. KATH. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. LONG. One word in private with you, ere I die. KATH. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry. [They converse apart. Biron says "Well run, dice." The Princess says he can cog.-To cog the dice is to load them, -and thence, generally, to defraud. BOYET. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense: so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, [Exeunt KING, Lords, MOTH, Music, and Attendants. PRIN. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? BOYET. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night? The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. KATH. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; And trow you what he call'd me? PRIN. Qualm, perhaps. KATH. Yes, in good faith. In their own shapes; for it can never be, PRIN. Will they return? BOYET. They will, they will, God knows, And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Well-liking is used in the same sense in which the young of the wild goats in Job are said to be in good-liking. bO! was added in the second folio. • See note on Act II., Scene 1. Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, [Exeunt PRINCESS, Ros., KATH., and MARIA. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits. KING. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the princess? Command me any service to her thither b? KING. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. To vail-to avale-to cause to fall down; the clouds open as the angels descend. ⚫ Thither, which is the reading of the quarto, is omitted in the folio. [Exit. Pecks. So the quarto; the folio, picks. We adopt the reading which more distinctly expresses the action of a bird with its beak. VOL. I. |