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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, Via! we will do't, come what will come :
The third he caper'd and cried, All goes well :
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, 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 ? the gallant shall be task'd :
For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ;
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
-Hold, Rosaline, this favour 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 you favours too ; so shall your loves
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.

Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most in sight.
Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?

Prin. Th' effect of my intent is, 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,

(3] The spleen was anciently supposed to be the cause of laughter. STEEV.

(4) A mask of Muscovites was no uncommon recreation at court long before our author's time. In the first year of King Henry the Eighth, at a banquet made for the foreign embassadors in the parliament-chamber at Westminster: “ came the lorde Henry, Earl of Wiltshire, and the lorde Fitzwater, in twoo long gounes of yellowe satin traversed with white satin, and in every ben of white was a bend of crimson satin 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. This extract may serve to convey an idea of the dress used upon the present occasion by the King and his Lords at the erformance of the play. RITSON

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: Nor to 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 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 mock'd, depart away with shame.

[Trumpets sound within. Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the maskers come.

[The ladies mask. Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain, in Russian habits, and masked ; Moth, Musicians, and Attendants. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,

[The ladies turn their backs to him That ever turn'd their-backsto mortal views !

Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views ! Out

Boyet. True ; out, indeed.

Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, douchsafe 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 ont.
Biron. Is this your perfectness? begone, you rogue.
Ros. What would these strangers ? know their minds,

Boyet :
If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes :
Know what they would.

Boyet. What would you with the princess ? [5] 1. e. the taffata masks they wore to conceal themselves. THEOBALD.

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 measured many, The measure then of one is easily told.

Boyet. If, to come híther, 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 ?

Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
Our 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 sayages, 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 remov'd) upon our wat’ry eyne.

Ros. O vain petitioner ! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe 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.

[6] The measures were dances solemn and slow. They were performed at court, and at public entertainments of the societies of law and equity, at their balls, on particular occasions. It was formerly not deemed inconsistent with propriety even for the gravest persons to join in them; and accordingly at the revels which were celebrated at the inds of court, it has not been unusual for the first characters in the law to become performers in treading the measures. See Dugdale's Origines Juridiciales. REED.

[7] When Queen Elizabeth asked an embassador how he liked her ladies, It is bard,' said he, to judge of stars in the presence of the sun," JOHNSON.

King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus es

trang’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.
The music plays ; vouchsafe some motion to it. .

Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
King. But 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 ?

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 com-

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. Bir. 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 ;-Well 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.
Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Biron. Thou griev'st my gall.
Prin. Gall ! bitter.
Biron. Therefore meet.

[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 your fair lady.

(8) To cog, sigoifies to falsify the dice, and to falsify a narrative, or to lie..



Dum. Please it you,
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 calf ? Long. A calf, fair lady ? Kath. No, a fair lord calf. Long. Let's part the word. Kath. No, l'll not be your half : Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp Will you give horns, chaste lady ? do not so. [mocks !

Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die.
Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry.

[They converse apart. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; .

Above the sense of sense : 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.

[Exe. King, Lords, Moth, Music, and Attendants.
Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.-
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ?
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths

puff’d out. Ros. Well-liking witso 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 visors, show their faces ? This pert Birón was out of countenance quite.

Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : (9) A'ell-liking is the same, as embonpoint. So, in Job XXXIS. 4 : “ Their young ones are in good liking." STEEVENS.

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