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The boy replied, An angel is not evil ;
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
tasked ; For, ladies, we will every one be masked; And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.Hold, Rosaline, this favor thou shalt wear; And then the king will court thee for his dear; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ; So shall Birón take me for Rosaline. And change your favors too; so shall your loves Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
1 Spleen ridiculous is a ridiculous fit of laughter. The spleen was anciently supposed to be the cause of laughter.
2 In the first year of K. Henry VIII. at a banquet made for the foreign ambassadors in the parliament chamber at Westminster,came the Lorde Henry Earle of Wiltshire and the Lorde Fitzwater, in two long gownes of yellow satin traversed with white satin, and in every bend of white was a bend of crimosen sattin after the fashion of Russia or Ruslande, with furred hattes of grey on their hedes, either of them havyng an hatchet in their handes, and bootes with pykes turned up.”—Hall, Henry VIII, p. 6.
Ros. Come on, then; wear the favors most in sight.
Prin. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs.
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?'
Prin. Ņo; to the death, we will not move a foot; Nor to their penned 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 mocked, depart away with shame.
[Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be masked; the mask
[The ladies mask.
Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain, in
Russian habits, and masked ; Moth, Musicians, and
[The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turned their backs—to mortal views !
Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
1 i. e. the taffeta masks they wore.
Boyet. True; out, indeed.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
eyesBoyet. 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. Biron. Is this your perfectness ? Begone, you rogue. Ros. What would these strangers ? Know their
Boyet. What would you with the princess ?
King. Say to her we have measured many miles, To tread a measure with her on this
grass. Boyet. They say that they have measured many a
Boyet. If to come hither you have measured miles,
Biron. Tell her we measure them by weary steps.
How many weary steps,
1 A grave, solemn dance, with slow and measured steps, like the minuet.
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ; Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without account. 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 stars, to shine (Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyne.
Ros. O vain petitioner! Beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one
change; 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? How come you thus
estranged? Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's
Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
your legs should do 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 we hands, then?
Only to part friends.Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
That can never be.
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
I am best pleased 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,) Metheglin, wort, and malmsey-Weil run, dice! There's half a dozen sweets. Prin.
Seventh sweet, adieu! Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. One word in secret.
Let it not be sweet.
Gall ? Bitter. Biron.
[They converse apart. Dum. Will
you vouchsafe with me to change a word ? Mar. Name it. Dum.
Fair lady,– Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord, Take that for
fair lady Dum. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
[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
No, a fair lord calf.
No, I'll not be your half. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
Please it you,
I To cog is to lie or cheat; hence, to cog the dice.