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You would for paradise break faith and troth;
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
What will Birdn say, when that he shall hear
A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear?
How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit?
How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it?
For all the wealth that ever I did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.—
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!
[Descends from the tree.
Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove
These worms for loving, that art most in love?
Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears
There is no certain princess that appears;
You'll not be perjur’d, 'tis a hateful thing;
Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.
But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not,
All three of you, to be thus much o’ershot?
You found his mote; the king your mote did see;
But I a beam do find in each of three.
0, what a scene of foolery I have seen,
Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!
0 me, with what strict patience have I sat,
To see a king transformed to a gnat!
To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
And profound Solomon to tune a jig,
And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys
Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain?
And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
And where my liege's 2 all about the breast:-
A caudle, ho!
King. Too bitteristhy jest.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you;
I, that am homest; I, that hold it sin
To break the vow I am engaged in;
I am betray’d, by keeping company
With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme?
Or groan for Joan 2 or spend a minute's time
In pruning me? When shall you hear, that I
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
King. Soft; whither away so fast? “A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go!
Enter JAQUENETTA and Costaad.
Jaq. God bless the king ! King. What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason. King. What makes treason here? Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. King. If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over.— [Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it? Jaq. Of Costard. King. Where hadstthon it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dum Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tearit? * Atoy, myliege, a toy; your grace needs not ear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.
Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, [To Costard.] you were born to do me shame.— Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Dum. Now the number is even. Buron. True, true; we are four : Will these turtles be gone? King. Hence, sirs ; away ! Cost. Walkaside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. [Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, o let us embrace' As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Young blood will not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause, why we were born; Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine 2 Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head, and, strucken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty 2 King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now 2 My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity; Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seck. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, Fye, painted rhetoric | 0, she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ; She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. O,’tis the sun that maketh all things shine! King. By heaven, thy love is black, as ebony. Biron. 1s ebony like her? O wood divine! A wife of such wood were felicity. O, who can give an oath? where is a book? That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, If that she learn not of her eye to look: No face is fair, that is not full so black. Ring. O, paradox black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. . . Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O, #ick my lady's brows be deckt, , . It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Should ravish doters with a false aspéct; And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days; For native blood is counted o now ; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black.
Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted. When the snspicious head of theft is stopp'd;
bright. Love’s feeling is more soft, and sensible,
King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Than are the tenderhorns of cockled snails;
12um. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
Biron. Your inistresses dare never come in rain, For valour, is not love a Hercules,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. ||Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
King."Twere good yours did for, sir,to tell you plain, | Subtle as sphinx: as sweet, and musical,
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to–day. As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
Piron. I’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here, Arid, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
JDum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
Jong. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face | Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;
see. - [Shotring his shoe. 0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread: From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
Dum. O vile ! then as she goes, what upward lies They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
The street should see, as she walk'd over head. They are the books, the arts, the academes,
King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworm. | Else, none at all in anght proves excellent;
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, now Then fools you were these women to forswear;
prove Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
Our loving lawful, and our faith mottorn. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love;
Dum. Ay, marry, there;—some flattery for this evil. Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men;
Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Or for men's sake, the anthors of these women;
Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil Or women’s sake, by whom we men are men;
Dum. Some salve for perjury! Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,
Biron. O, 'tis more than need 1– Or else we lose ourselves, to keep our oaths:
Have at you then, aftection’s men at arms: It is religion to be thus forsworn:
Consider, what you first did swear unto ;- For charity itself fulfils the law;
To fast,--to study, -and to see no woman;– And who can sever love from charity?
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth ! King. Saint Cupid, then and, soldiers, to the field !
Say, can you fast 2 your stomachs are too young; Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;
And abstinence engenders maladies. Pell-mell, down with them but be first advis'd,
And where that you have vow’d to study, lords, - In conflict that you get the sun of them.
In that each of you hath forsworm his book: Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by:
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France 2
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, King. And win them too; therefore letus devise
Have found the ground of study's excellence, Some entertainment for them in their tents'
Without the beauty of a woman's face? Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; thither;
They are the ground, the books, the academes, Then, homeward, every man attach the hand
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. of his fair mistress: in the afternoon
Why, universal plodding prisons up We will with some strange pastime solace them,
The nimble spirits in the arteries; Such as the shortness of the time can shape;
As motion, and long-during action, tires For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,
The sinewy vigour of the traveller. Fore-run fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.
Now, for not looking on a woman’s face, King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes; That will be time, and may by us be fitted.
And study too, the causer of your vow: Biron. Allons ! Allons / – Sow’d cockle reap'd no
For where is any anthor in the world, corn ;
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? And justice always whirls in equal measure:
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn:
And where we are, our learning likewise is. If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Baeunt.
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies’ eyes, - t
Do we not likewise see our learning there?
0, we have made a vow to study, lords: A C T W.
And in that vow we have forsworn our books; SCENE I.- Znotherpart of the same.
- iege ti, or Wou - .
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Enter Holorenses, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.
In leadeu contemplation, have found out
Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes
of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?
Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;
And therefore finding barren practisers,
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil:
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Hol. Satis quod sufficit. Nath. I praise God for you, sir; your reasons at dinmer have been sharp and sententions; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange + without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with Lives not alone immured in the brain; a companion of the king's, who is intituded, nominated, But with the motion of all elements, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Courses as swift as thought in every power; Hol. Novi hominem tanguam te: his humouris lofty, And gives to every power a doublepower, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his ey" Above their functions and their offices. ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaIt adds a precious seeing to the eye; viour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, too perigrinate, as I may call it.
Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.
[Takes out his table-book.
Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer
than the stable of his argument. I abhor such fanatical
phantasms, such insociable and point—devise compa-
pions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout,
fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should
pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t: not, d, e, t: he clepeth
a calf, caus; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur, nebour;
neigh, abbreviated, ne: this is abhominable, (which
he would callabominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie;
Ne intelligis domine? to make frantic, lunatic.
Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.
Hol. Bone 2——bone, for bend: Priscian a little
scratch'd; 'twill serve.
Enter ARMADo, Moth, and Cost Aad. Nath. Poidesne quis venit 2 Hol. P'ideo, et gaudeo. Arm. Chirra! Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah? 4rn. Men of peace, well encounter'd! Hol. Most military sir, salutation' Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. [To Costard aside. Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorift– cabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed than a slap-dragon. Moth. Peace! the peal begins. Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.] are you not letter'd? Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook:What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his head? Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn: —you hear his learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. Hol. I wis] repeat them, a, e, i, Moth. The sheep : the other two concludes it; o, u. Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit. Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit–old. Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? Moth. Horns. Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circlim circá; a gig of a cuckold's horn Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thon shouldst have it to buygingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to ; thou hast it ad dunghill, at thy fingers' ends, as they say. Hol. O, Ismell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Arm. Arts-man, praeambula ; we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? Hol. Or, mons, the hill. Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Hol. I do, sans question. Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the princess ather pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the rude multitude call, the afternoon. Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir,
is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon:
the word is well cull'd, chose; sweet and apt, I do
assure you, sir, I do assure.
4tm. Sir, the king is a noblegentleman; and my fa–
miliar, I do assure you, very good friend.—For what
is inward between us, let it pass:—I do beseech thee,
remember thy courtesy;-I beseech thee, apparel thy
head ;-and among other importunate and most seri-
ous designs,—and of great importindeed, too;-but
let that pass:—for I must tell thee, it will please his
grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor
shoulder; and with his royal finger, thus, dally with
my excrement, with my mustachio: but, sweet heart,
let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some
certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to im-
part to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath
seen the world: butlet that pass.-The very all of all is,
but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy, that the king
would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with
some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or
antic, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the
curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions,
and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have
acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assis-
Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine wor-
thies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertain-
ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day,
to be rendered by our assistance,—the king's com—
mand, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned
gentleman,—before the princess; I say, none so fit as
to present the nine worthies.
Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to
Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gentle-
man, Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his
great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; the
Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough
for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of
Iłol. Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercu-
les in minority: his enter and ea it shall be strangling
a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.
Moth. An excellent device so, it any of the audience
hiss, you may cry, well done, Hercules I now thou
crushest the snake that is the way to make an offence
gracious ; though few have the grace to do it.
Arm. For the rest of the worthies 2–
Hol. I will play three myself. -
Moth. Thrice-worthy gentlem on 1
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?
Hol. We attend.
Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antic. I
beseech you, follow. o
Hol. Pota, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word
all this while.
Dull. Nor understood none meither, sir.
Hol. Allons ! we will employ thee.
Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so : or I will play
on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away!
SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Before the
Princess's pavilion. -
Enter the Princess, KATHAaine, Ros ALINE and MARIA.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
Iffairings come thus plentifullyin:
A lady wall'd about with diamonds —
Look you, what I have from the loving king.
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in rhyme,
As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper,
Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all;
That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax;
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Ros. You'll ne'er befriends with him; he kill'd your
Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandamere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light
Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out.
Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;
Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark.
Kath. So do not you ; for you are a light wench.
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
Ros. Indeed, I weigh mot you; and therefore light. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
Kath. You weigh me not, -0, that's you care not for me. | Ros, Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care.
Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play’d.
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily
s stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear;
That, by and by, disguis’d they will be here.
... Their her.'d is a pretty knavish page,
That well by heart hath conn’d his embassage:
Action, and accent, did they teach him there;
Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bears
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
Ros. I would, you knew:
An if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birdm:
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter?
Prin. Anything like?
Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book,
Ros, "Ware pencils! How?let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
o, that your face were not so full of O’s !
Rath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows!
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
Kath. Madam, this glove.
Prin. Did he not send you twain?
Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Wilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville;
The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart,
The chain were longer, and the letter short?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Birčn I'll torture ere I go.
o, that I knew he were but in by the week!
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek;
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes;
And shape his service wholly to my behests;
And make him proud to make me proud thatjests!
Soportent-like would I o'ersway his state,
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are
As wit turn’d fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
And wit’s own grace to gracea learned fool.
And ever and anon they made a doubt, *
Presence majestical would put him out;
For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fearnot thou, but speak audaciously.
The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.
With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore,
A better speech was never spoke before:
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cry’d, Pia we will do’t, come what will come: f
The third he caper’d, and cried, Al/goes well: |
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. t
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous langhter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,"
Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, *
Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance:
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his several mistress; which they'll know
By favours several, which they did bestow.
Prin. And will they so 2 the gallants shall
For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despite of suit, to sce a lady's face.—
Hold, Rosaline, this favourthon shalt wear;
And then the king will court thee for his dear:
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give methine; 4
So shall Birdn take me for Rosaline.—
And change you favours too; so shall your loves
Woo contrary,deceived by these removes. -
Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight.
Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
Prin. The effect of my intentis, to cross theirs:
They do it but in mocking merriment;
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?
Prin. No ; to the death, we will not move a foot:
Norto their penn'd speech render we no grace;
But, while ’tis spoke, each turn away her face.
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's
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 sporto'erthrown;
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own :
So shall we stay, mocking intended game;
And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
[Trumpets sound within.
Boyet. The tiumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers
Conne. [The ladies mask.
Enter the King, Binos, Loscaville, and Duvais, in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Musicians and Attendants.
Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth 1
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich tallata.
Moth. 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!
Boyet.True; out, indeed.
* of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouch-
sat I e
Not to behold—
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Moth. Once to behold with your sun-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.
Biroit. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue !
Ros. What would these strangers? know their minds,
If they 3. 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.
Ros. What would they, say they?
Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
Ros. 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 this grass.
Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a
mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Ros. It is not so : 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 do 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 you have o'ergone,
Are number'd in the travel of one mile 7
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you;
Qur duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.
Ros. 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 starts, to shine
(Those clouds remov’d,) upon our wat'ry eyne.
Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
*; Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one
Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.
Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it soon, [Music plays.
Not yet; — no dance' – thus change I like the moon.
King. Will you not dance 2 How come you thus estrang'd
Ros. You took the moon lat full ; but now she's chang'd.
King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. Iros. Our ears vouchsafe it. King. But your legs should do it. Iros. Since you are strangers, and come here by chance, We'll not be mice: 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 Ros. Your absence only. King. That can never be. Ros. 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. [They converse apart. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. Biron. Nay then, two treys, an if you grow so nice.) Methegiu, wort, and maimsey;-Well run, dice' There’s half a dozen swcets. Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu' Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. Biron. One word in secret. Prin. Let it not be sweet. Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. Prin. Gall? bitter. Biron. Therefore mect. [They converse apart. Dun. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? Mar. Name it. Dum. Fair lady, | Mar. Say you so 2 Fair lord, – |Too that for your fair lady. Dum. Please it you, As much in private, and I'll bid adicu. [They converse apart. Kath. What, was your visor made without a tongue? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Kath. O, for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. Long. You have a double tongue within your mask, And would afford my speechless visor half. Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman; – is not veal a calf 2 Long. A calf, fair lady? Kath. No, a fair lord calf. Long. Let's part the word. %. No, I'll not be your half: