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To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal,
Rofa. But shall we dance, if they desire 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 spoke, each turn away her face.
Boyet. 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 trumpetsounds; be markt, the makers come. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and Attendants, disguis'd like Muscovites; Moth, with
Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
[The Ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal views Out
Biron. True ; omt, indeed.
MotbOut of your favours, heav'nly spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
(44) Biron Beauties, no richer tban rich taffata.) All the editors concur to give this line to Biron; but, surely, very absurdly : for he's one of the zealous admirers, and hardly would make such an inference. Boyet is (neering at the parade of their address, is in the secret of the Ladies stratagem, and makes himself sport at the absurdity of their proëm, in complimenting their beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from bim with the utmost propriety.
Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes With your sun-beamed eyes
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 ?
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,
Rofa. Itis not so. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
many inches doth fill up one mile? Biron. Tell her, 'we meafure them by weary steps, Boget. She hears herself.
Roja. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you;
Rosa. My face it but a moon and clouded tor.
King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine (Those clouds removid) upon our watery eyne.
Roja. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter ; Thou now request'it but moon-fhine in the water.
King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one change; Thou bid'ft me beg, this begging is not strange.
Rofa. Play, musick, then ; nay, you must do it foon. Not yet? no dance ? thus change I, like the moon.
King. Will you not dance? how come you thuseftrang’d? Rofa. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang'd.
King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. (45) The musick plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.
Rofa. Oar ears vouchsafe it. King. But your legs should do it. Rofa. Since you are strangers, and come here by chance, We'll not be nice; take hands ;-we will not dance.
King. Why take your hands then !
Rofa. Only to part friends;
King. More measure of this measure ; be not nice.
Roja. 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.
(45) King. Yet ftill she is she moon, and I the man.'
Rosa. The mufick plays, voucbsafe some motion to it;
Our ears voucbsafe it.] This verse, about the man in the moon, I verily believe to be spurious, and an interpolation : because, in the first place, the conceit of it is not pursued; and then it entirely breaks in upon the chain of the scouplets, and has no rhyme to it. However, I have not ventur'd to «cashier it. The 2d verse is given to Rosaline, but very absurdly. "The King is intended to folicit the Princess to dance : but the Ladies had beforehand declar'd their resolutions of not complying. It is evident therefore, that it is the King, who should importune Rosaline, whom he mittakes for the Princess, to dance with him. VOL. II. L
Biron. Nay then, two treys ; and if you grow so nice, Methegline, wort, and malmsey ; -well run, dice : There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu ;
Biron. One word in secret.
Mar. Say you io : fair Lord :
Dum. Please it you ;
Cath. What, was your vizor made without a tongue ?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mark, And would afford my speechless vizor half.
Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man ; is not veal a calf?
Cath. No, I'll not be your half;
Long. Look, how you buttyourself in these sharp mocks ! Will you give horns, chaste Lady ? do not so.
Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
As is the razor's edge, invincible,
Above the sense of sense, so sensible
Biron. By heaven, all dry beaten with pure scoff.
[Exeunt King and Lords.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puft out.
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout:
Or ever, but in vizors, Thew their faces ?
Rofa. O! they were all in lamentable cases.
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword :
Cath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart ;
Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Rosa. Well, better wits have worn plain statute caps.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear;
Prin. Will they return ?
Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be understood.
Or (46) Fair Ladies mafkt are roles in the bad:
Dismaske, their damok sweet commixture fhown,