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Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you rogue,
Bojet. What would you with the Princess ?
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,
Ros. It is not so. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
tell, How many
inches doth fill up one mile ?
Ros. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
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 stars, to shine (Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery eyne.
Ros. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter ; Thou now request't 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.
Ros. 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 thus
estrang'd'? Rof. You took the moon at full, but now she's
Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
chance, We'll not be nice; take hands; we will not dance.
King. Why take you hands then!
Roj. Only to part friends ;
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
felves then ; what buys your com. Res. Your absence only.. King.
That can never be.
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
thee. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar, there is three. 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 ;
Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Mar. Say you so ? fair lord :
Cath. What, was your visor made without a tongue ?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Cath. No, I'll not be your half ;
mocks! Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Cath. Then die a calf, before
horns do 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 senfe, so sensible Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings ; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter
things. Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off,
break off. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff.
King. Farewell, mad wenches ; you have simple wits.
[Exeunt King and Lords. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. Are these the Breed of wits so wondred at? Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths
puft out. Ros. Well - liking wits they have; gross, gross;
fat, fat, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout! Will they not (think you) hang themselves to night?
Or ever, but in vizors, shew their faces ? This pert Biron was out of count'nance quite.
Rof. O! they were all in lamentable cases. The King was weeping-ripe for a good word.
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : No, point, quoth I; my servant ftrait was mute.
Cath. Lord Longaville faid, I came o'er his heart; And, trow you, what he call d me?
Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-cops. But will you hear the King is my love sworn.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith w me.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear :
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,
stood. Boyet. Fair ladies, maskt, are roses in their bud;
Or angel-veiling clouds : are roses blown,
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do,
Ref. Good Madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw, the Gallants are at hand.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain,
in their own habits; Boyet, meeting them.
Boyet. Goae to her Tent.
Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pidgeons peas ; And utters it again, when Jove doth please : He is wit's pedlar, and retails his wares At wakes and wassals, meetings, markets, fairs : And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show.