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Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost
shine,

Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is:
If broken then, it is no fault of mine;
If by me broke. What fool is not so wise,
To lose an oath, to win a paradise?
Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which
makes flesh a deity;

A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out
o' the way.

Enter Dumain, with a Paper. Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company! [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play:

stay.

Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,
And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.
More sacks to the mill! O heavens, 1 have my
wish;

Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish!
Dum. O most divine Kate!
Biron.

O most profane coxcomb!
[Aside.
Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye!
Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you
lie.
[Aside.
Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber
coted.

Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well
noted.
[Aside.
Stoop, I say;
[Aside.
Dum.
As fair as day.
Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun
must shine.
[Aside.
And I had mine!
[Aside.
King. And I mine too, good Lord! Aside.
Biron. Amen, so 1 had mine: Is not that a
good word?
[Aside.

Dum. As upright as the cedar
Biron.

Her shoulder is with child.

Dum. O that I had my wish!
Long.

Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.

Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Do not call it sin in me,

That I am for sworn for thee;-
Thee-for whom Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiop were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.

This will I send : and something else more plain
That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note
For none offend, where all alike do doat.
Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far
from charity,

That in love's grief desir'st society;
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
King. Come, sir, [advancing.] you blash; as
his your case is such;

You chide at him, offending twice as much :
You do not love Maria; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush.
I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your
fashion;
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your pas-

sion:

Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes:
You would for paradise break faith and troth;
[To Long.

And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[To Dumain.
What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
Faith infringed, 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 re-
prove

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 7 nay, are you not,
All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?
You found his mote; the king your mote did see t
But I a beam do find in each of three.
O, what a scene of foolery I have seen,
Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!
O me, with what strict patience have I sat,

Biron. A fever in your blood, why, thea inci-To see a king transformed into a gnat!

sion

Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision!
Aside.
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have
writ.

Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary
wit.
[Aside.

Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath,
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But alack, my hand is sworn,
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:

To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,
And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
And critick 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 1 all about the breast:→→→
A caudle, ho!

King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you;
1 that am honest: 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? or spend a minute's time
In pruning me? When shall you hear that 1
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,

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Jaq. Of Costard.
King. Where had'st thou it ?

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?

Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it.

Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.

naine.

Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his [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.
Biron.

True, true; we are four :-
Will these turtles be gone?
King.
Hence, sirs; away.
Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the
traitors stay. [Exeunt Cost. and Jaq.
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?

Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,

That ilke a rude and savage man of Inde,

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, stricken 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? King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee

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A wither'd hermit, five-acore winters worn
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eve
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-bora,

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. Is 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. King. 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, if in black ny lady's brows be deckt,

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair Should ravish doters with a false aspect:

And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days;

For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints itself black, to imitate aer blew.

Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black.

Long. And since her time are coiliers counted bright.

King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack.

Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.

Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,

For fear their colours should he washed away. King. 'Twere good, yours did; for. sir, to tell you plain,

I'll find a fairer face not wash' to-day. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk ill doomsday here.

King. No devil will fright thee then so much. as she.

Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long, Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. [Showing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,

Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Dum O vile! then as she goes, what upward

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Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Somne tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.

Dum. Some salve for perjury.

Biron. O, 'tis more than need! Have at you then, affection's men at arms: Consider what you first did swear unto;— To fast,-to study,-and to see no woman ;Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; And abstinence engenders maladies. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, In that each of you hath forsworn his book: Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon

look?

For when would you, my lord, ar you, or you,
Have found the ground of study's excellence,
Without the beauty of a woman's face 7
From women's eyes this doctrine 1 derive:
They are the ground, the books, the academies,
From whence doth spring the true Promethean
fire.

Why, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries;
As motion, and long during action, tires
The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;
And study too, the causer of your vow:
For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,

And where we are, our learning likewise is.
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
Do we not likewise see our learning there?
O, we have made a vow to study, lords:
And in that vow we have forsworn our books;
For when would yon, my liege, or you, or you,
In leaden 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,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power;
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye:
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will bear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd;
Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible,
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in
taste:

For valour, is not love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as sphinx; as sweet,and musical,
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent :
Then fools you were these women to forswear;
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love;
Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men ;
Or for men's sake, the authors of these women;
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men;
Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths:
It is religion to be thus forsworn:
For charity itself fulfils the law;
And who can sever love from charity ?
King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the
field!

Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;

Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd,
In conflict that you get the sun of them.
Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes
by;

Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
King. And win them too: therefore let us devise
Bome entertainment for them in their tents.
Biron. First, from the park let us conduct
them thither;

Then, homeward, every man attach the hand
Of his fair mistress; in the afternoon
We will with some strange pastime solace them,
Such as the shortness of the time can shape;
For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,
Forerun fair L ve, strewing her way with
flowers.

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SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea sant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did con verse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.

Math. A most singular and choice epithet. [Takes out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his ver bosity finer than the staple of his argument. abhor such fantastical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak doubt, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur, nebour, neigh, abbreviated, ne: This is abhominable (which he would call abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie; Ne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatick.

Nath. Laus Den, bone intelligo.

Hol. Bone?bone, for Bene: Priscian a little scratch'd; 'twill serve.

Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Nath. Videsne quis venit?
Hol. Video, et gaudeo.
Arm. Chirra!

[To Mothi

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah? Arm. 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-bas ket of words! 1 marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. Moth. Peace; the peal begins.

Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol] are you not let ter'd?

Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book: 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 re peat them; or the fifth, if I.

Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.— Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; o, u.

Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediter raneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit.

Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which, audience hiss, you may cry well done, Heris 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 1 will whip about your infamy circum circa ; A gig of a cuckold's horn!

Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeonegg 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 the fingers' ends, as they say.

Hol. 6, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unitem.

Arm. Arts-man, præamoula; 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 at her 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.

cules! 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 7-
Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Thrice worthy gentleman!
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?
Hol. We attend.

Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an an-
tick. I beseech you, follow.
Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken
no word all this while.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.
Hol. Allons! we will employ thee."
Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or 1
will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let
them dance the hay.
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport,
away.
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SCENE II. Another part of the same.
Before the Princess's Pavilion.
Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and
Maria.

Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we
depart,

If fairings thus come plentifully in:
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 godhead

wax:

For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he
kill'd your sister.

Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and
heavy ;

Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend: For what is inward between us, let it pass: I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-1 beseech thee, apparel thy head-and among other importunate and most serious designs, and of great import indeed, 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, daily 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 impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world but let that pass.-The very all of all is, but sweet heart, 1 do implore secrecy,-that the king would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, or firework. Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self, are good at such eruptions, and sud-Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. den breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your

assistance.

Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worthies.-Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by our assistance, the king's command, 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 present them?

Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gentleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, cause of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; the page, Ilercules.

And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandam ere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of
this light word?

Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
Ros. We need more light to find your mean-
ing out.

Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in
snuff;

dark.

Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light.

Kath, You weigh me not,-0, that's you care

not for me.

Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past

care.

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Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well
But Rosaline, you have a favour too :
play'd.
Who sent it? and what is it?
Ros.
be-And if my face were but as fair as yours,
I would, you knew:
My favour were as great: be witness this.
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron:
am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
Prin. Any thing like?

Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.

Hol. Shall I have audience? He shall present Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.

Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the

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too,

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!
Kath. 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,

Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.

Yet fear not 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
shoulder;

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 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,

Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Lon- To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. gaville;

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 Biron 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 that
jests!

So potent-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 catch'd,

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 grace a learned fool. Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess,

As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply, Te prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Enter Boyet.

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.

Boyet. 0,1 am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare!Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,

Armed in argument; you'll be surpris'd; Muster your wits: stand in your own defence: Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are they,

That charge their breath against us? say, scout,

say.

Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour:
When lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily

I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear;
That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.
Their herald 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 bear;
And ever and anon they made a doubt,
Presence majestical would put him out;
For quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;

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,
The 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 gallants 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 Biron 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. The 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, 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 speak

er'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'er-
thrown;

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. Beanties 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-backs-to 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, vouchsafe

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