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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'st but moon-shine in the water.
King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one change; Thou bidst me beg, this begging is not strange.
Ros. Play, musick 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 estrang’d. Ros. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang’d,
King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
Ros. Our ears vouchsafe 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 you hands then?
Ros. Only to part friends ;
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought; and so, adieu :
King. If you deay to dance, let's hold more chat.
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 secret.
Dum. Please it you ;
Cath What, was your visor made without a tongue ?
Long. You have a double tongue within your mark,
Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man; is not a veal a calf?
Cath. No, I'll not be your half;
Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
CATH, Bleat foftly then, the butcher hears you cry.
As is the razor's edge, invisible,
Above the sense of sense, fo fenfible
Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off, break off.
[Exeunt king and lords.
SCE N E. VI.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puft out,
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.
Ros. 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 1; my servant ftrait was mute.
Cath, Lord Longuevilie said, I came o'er his heart;
Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to 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 understood.
BoYET. Fair ladies, maskt, are roses in their bud :
PRIN. Avaunt, perplexity; what shall we do?
Ros. 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, Longueville, and Dumain, in their
own habits; Boyet meeting them., KING. Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess ?
BOYET. Gone to her tent.
KING. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigeons peas ;
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
KING. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart,
Catharine, Boyet, and attendants,
King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!