Hold, Rofaline, this Favour thou fhalt wear, And change your Favours too; fo fhall Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours moft in fight. Cath. 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 feveral councils they unbofom fhall To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal, Upon the next occafion that we meet; With visages difplay'd, to talk and greet. Rof. But fhall we dance, if they defire 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 fpoke, 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 reft will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no fuch Sport, as Sport by Sport o'erthrown ; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own; So fhall we ftay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with shame. [Sound. Boyet. The trumpet founds; be mafkt, the maskers come. [The Ladies mafk. SCENE Enter the King, Biron, Longueville, Dumain, and attendants, difguis'd like Mufcovites; Moth with Mufick, as for a masquerade. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! [The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views. Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views. Out Biron. True; out, indeed. Moth. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchSafe Not to behold. Biron. Once to behold, rogue. Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyesWith your fun-beamed eyes— Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet; You were beft call it daughter-beamed eyes. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. Biron. Is this your perfectnefs? be gone, you rogue. Rof. What would thefe ftrangers? know their minds, Boyet. 2 Beauties, no richer than rich Taffata.] i. e. The Taffata Masks they wore to conceal Themselves. All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron; but, furely, very abfurdly for he's One of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make fuch an Inference. Boyer is fneerVOL. II. ing at the Parade of their Addrefs, is in the lecret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himfelf Sport at the Abfurdity of their Proem, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were mafk'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety. THE BALD. If If they do fpeak our language, 'tis our Will Boyet. What would you with the Princess? Boyet. Nothing, but peace and gentle vifitation. Rof. Why, That they have; and bid them fo be gone. Boyet. She fays, 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 the grafs. Boyet. They say, that they have meafur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Rof. It is not fo. Afk them, how many inches Is in one mile: if they have measur❜d many, The measure then of one is eafily told. Boyet. If to come hither you have meafur'd miles, Biron. Tell her we measure them by weary fteps. Rof. How many weary steps Of many weary miles, you have o’ergone, Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you; Our duty is fo rich, fo infinite, That we may do it ftill without accompt. That we (like favages) may worship it. Rof. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. King. Bleffed are clouds, to do as fuch clouds do. Vouchfafe, bright moon, and thefe* thy ftars, to fhine (Thofe clouds remov'd) upon our watery eyne. Rof. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter; Thou now requeft'ft but moon-fhine in the water. * When Queen Elizabeth he, to judge of ftars in the prefence afked an ambaffadour how he of the fun. liked her Ladies, It is hard, faid King. Then in our meafure vouchfafe but one change; Thou bid'ft me beg, this begging is not strange. Rof. Play, mufick, then; nay, you must do it foon? Not yet?-no dance-Thus change I like the moon. King. Will you not dance? how came you thus eftrang'd? Ref. You took the moon at full, but now he's chang'd. King. Yet ftill fhe is the moon, and I the man. The mufick plays, vouchfafe fome motion to it. Rof. Our ears vouchfafe it. King. But your legs fhould do it. Rof. Since you are ftrangers, and come here by chance, We'll not be nice; take hands ;-we will not dance. King. Why take you hands then? Rof. Only to part friends; Curt'fy, fweet hearts, and fo the measure ends. King. More measure of this measure; be not nice. Rof. Your abfence only. King. That can never be. Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and fo adieu; Twice to your vifor, and half once to you. King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Rof. In private then. King. I am best pleas'd with That. Biron. White-handed mistress, one fweet word with thee. Prin. Honey, and milk, and fugar, there is three. Biron. Nay then, two treys; and if you grow fo nice, Methegline, wort, and malmfey;-well run, dice: There's half a dozen fweets. Q 2 Prin. 1 Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu; Since you can cog*, I'll play no more with you. Biron. One word in fecret. Prin. Let it not be sweet. Biron. Thou griev'ft my gall. Prin. Gall? bitter. Biron. Therefore meet. Dum. Will you vouchfafe with me to change a word? Mar. Name it. Dum. Fair lady, Mar. Say you fo? fair lord: Take that for your fair lady. Dum. Please it you; As much in private; and I'll bid adieu. Cath. What, was your vifor made without a tongue? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. And would afford my speechlefs vifor half. Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man; is not veal a calf? Cath. No, a fair lord calf. Cath. No, I'll not be your half; Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks ! Will you give horns, chafte lady? do not fo. your horns do grow. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Cutting a smaller hair than may be feen: To cogg fignifies to falfify the dice, and to falfify a narrative, or to lye. Seemeth |