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Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax®; For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
your sister. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; 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, mouset, of this
light word? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning
out. Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snufft: Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the 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.
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
I would, you knew:
+ Formerly a term of endearment.
The aambers true; and, were the numb'ring too,
Prin. Anything like?
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du
main ? 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 compild, profound simplicity. Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longa.
ville; 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 Birón l’ll torture ere I go. 0, 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 portent-like would I o'ers way 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 turp'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Hath wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such ex
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
Prepare, madam, prepare!
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 J 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 kpavish 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 avon they made a doubt,
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 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, Rosaliue, 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. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs
They do it but in mocking merriment;
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot:
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 pone 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 mask. ers come.
[The ludies mask
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in
Russian habits, and musked; Moth, musicians and attendants.
Moth. All haill the richest beauties on the earth!
[The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views !
Biron. Their eyes, villain, th'ir eyes. .
Moth. That ever turn'dtheir eyes to mortal views! Out
Boyet. True; out, indeed.
· vouchsafe Not to behold
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.