Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. In their own shapes; for it can never be, Prin. Will they return? Boyet. They will, they will, God knows ; 460 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? 471 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, 480 Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand, Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er the land. 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. 499 Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigeons peas; 500 And And consciences, that will not die in debt, King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my .heart, That put Armado's page out of his part! 510 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? 1 King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! King. We came to visit you; and purpose now VOW: 520 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: 530 So much I hate a breaking cause to be King. How, madam? Russians? Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord; 54 Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. 550 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. 560 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; 570 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, 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; 580 Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song: Taffata |