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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 : Therefore change favours, and, when they repair, Blow like sweet roses in this summer-air. Prin. How, blow ? how, blow? speak to be under
ftood. Boyet. " Fair ladies mask'd, are roses in the bud, “ Or angels veil'd in clouds: are roses blown, “ Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shewn.
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.
[Exeunt. SCENE VII. Before the Princess's pavilion. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in
their own habits ; Boyet meeting them.
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart,
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet,
and attendants *. King. We come to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.
The virtue of your eye must break my oath,
As the unsully'd lilly, I proteft,
I would not yield to be your house's guest :
Prin. Fair in all hail is foul, as I conceive.
Prin. Then wilh me better, I will give you leave. King. We come, GG,
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
Prin. Ay, in truth, my Lord;
Rof. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my Lord :
Biron. This jeft is dry to me. Fair, gentle, sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet With eyes beft seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light ; your capacity Is of that nature, as to your huge store Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Rof. This proves you wise and rich ; for in my eye Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
Biron. O, I am your's, and all that I poffefs.
wore? Biron. Where? when ? what vizor ? why demand
Rof. There, then, that vizor, that superfluous cafe, That hid the worse, and thew'd the better face.
King. We are descried; they'll mock us now downDum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jeft. [right. Prin. Amaz’d, my Lord? why looks your Highness
Rof. Help, hold his brows, he'll fwoon : why look
you pale ? Sea-fick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
Can any face of brass hold longer out? Here stand 1, Lady, dart thy skill at me;
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout, Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will with thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O! never will I trust to speeches penn’d,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Nor never come in vizor to my friend,
Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song. Taffata-phrases, filken terms precise,
Three pild hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical, these fuminer-flies,
Have blowa me full of maggot ostentation : I do forfwear them; and I here proteft,
By this white glove, (how white the hand, God
knows !) Henceforth my wooing mind thall be expressid
In russet Yeas, and honest kersy Noes : And to begin, wench, (so God help me, law!), My love to thee is found, fans crack or flaw.
Rof. Sans, fans, I pray you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick
Prin. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
King. Teach us, sweet Madam, for our rude tranfgrefSome fair excuse.
[fion Prin. The faireft is confession. Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her,
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
Rof. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the Noble Lord
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my I never swore this lady such an oath.
[troth, Rof. By heav'n, you did ; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess J did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she wear : And Lord Biron, I thank him, is
dear. What? will
me; or your pearl again?