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Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here

In their own shapes; for it can never be,
They will digest this harsh indignity.

Prin. Will they return?

Boyet. They will, they will, God knows ;

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And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

Prin. How, blow? how blow? speak to be understood.

Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud ; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shewn, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, If they return in their own shapes to woo?

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Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd: Let us complain to them what fools were here, Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear ; And wonder, what they were; and to what end Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our tent to us,

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Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand, Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er the land.

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Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,

in their own Habits.

King. Fair sir, God save you! Where's the prin

cess?

Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your majesty, Command me any service to her?

King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one

word.

Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.

[Exit.

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Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigeons peas;
And utters it again, when Jove doth please:
He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares
At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs; :
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve :
He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is hẹ,
That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms; nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and, in ushering,
Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
This is the flower that smiles on every one,
To shew his teeth as white as whale his bone :-

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And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my .heart,

That put Armado's page out of his part!

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Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, MARÍA, KATHARINE, BOYET, and Attendants.

Biron. See, where it comes!-Behaviour, what wert thou,

'Till this mad man shew'd thee? and what art thou now?

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King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive.
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may.
Prin, Then wish me better, I will give you leave,

King. We came to visit you; and purpose now
To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then.
Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your

VOW:

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Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke ; The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you should have

spoke ;

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth, Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

As the unsully'd lily, I protest,

A world of torments though I should endure,

I would not yield to be your house's guest:

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So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game;
A mess of Russians left us but of late.

King. How, madam? Russians?

Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord;

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Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so, my lord;
My lady (to the manner of these days),
In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted were with four
In Russian habit: here they staid an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
Biron. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle, sweet,
Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,
By light we lose light: Your capacity
Is of that nature, that to your huge store

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Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my

eye,~

Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.

Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.

Ros. All the fool mine?

Biron. I cannot give you less.

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Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ?

Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand you this?

Ros. There, then, that visor ;

case,

that superfluous

That hid the worse, and shew'd the better face.

King. We are descry'd; they'll mock us now down

right.

Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.

Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your high

ness sad?

Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale?—

Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.

Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.

Can any face of brass hold longer out?—

‹ Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;

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Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;

And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait..

O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;

-Nor never come in visor to my friend;

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Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song:

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