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How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
not in such'excess, As gravities revolt to wantonness.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a nore,
Bojet. Prepare, madam, prepare.
Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid ! what are they, That charge their breath against us ? fay, scout, say.
(42) So pertaunt like would I o'erfway his State,] If the Editors are acquainted with this Word, and can account for the Meaning of it, their Industry has been more successful than mine, for I can no where trace it. So pedant like, as I have ventur’d to replace in the Text, makes very good Sense, i.e. in such lordly, controlling, manner would I bear Myself over him, &c. What Biron says of a Pedant, towards the Conclusion of the ad Act, countenances this Conjecture.
A domineering Pedant o'er the boy,
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
(43) With such a zealous Laughter, fo profound,
That in this Spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their Folly, pafions, folemn tears.]
Made mine Eyes water, but more merry tears
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus, Like Moscovites, or Rusians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley, court and dance ; And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his several mistress; which they'll know By Favours sev'ral, which they did bestow.
Prin. And will they fo? the gallants shall be taskt; For, ladies, we will every one be maskt: And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despight of suite, 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 your Favours too; fo fhall your Loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
Rosa. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight.
Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ;
Rofa. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ; Nor to their pen'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 mockt, depart away with shame. [Sound. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be maskt, the maskers come.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and attendants, disguis'd like Moscovites ; Moth with
Musick, as for a masquerade. Moth. All bail, the richest beauties on the earth! Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. (44)
Moth. A boly parcel of the faireft dames, That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views. Out
Biron. True; out, indeed.
Motb. Out of your favours, beav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to bebold.
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 epithete; You were best call it daughter-beamed eyes.
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me
Boyet. What would you with the Princess ?
gone. (44) Biron. Beauties, ne richer than rich Taffata.] All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron ; but, surely, very absurdly: for he's One of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make such an Inference, Boyet is sneering at the Parade of their Address, is in the secret of the Ladies Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Absurdity of their Proëm, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety.
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 the grass. Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many a
Rosa. It is not so. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps,
Rosa. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ;
Rosa. My face is but a moon and clouded 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.,
Rofa. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter; Thou now request ft but moon-shine in the water. King. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one
change; Thou bid'st me beg, this begging is not strange. Rofa. Play, musick, then; nay, you must do it
foon. Not yet? no dance? thus change I, like the moon. King. Will you not dance? how come you thus e
strang’d? Rofa. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang'a.