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?-Oh! that's you care not for me.

Ros. Great reason; for, Past care is still past cure.25 Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But, Rosaline, you have a favour too.

Who sent it? and what is it?

Ros.
I would, you knew.
And if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Berowne.
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

Oh, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
Prin. Any thing like?

Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise.
Prin. Beauteous as ink! a good conclusion.
Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

Ros. 'Ware pencils! How! let me not die your debtor,

My red dominical, my golden letter.

Oh, that your face were not so full of O's!

Prin. A pox of that jest! and I beshrow all shrows! But, Katherine, what was sent to you from fair

Dumain?

Did he not send you twain?

Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,

Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,

A huge translation of hypocrisy,

Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.

Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; 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 Berowne I'll torture ere I go.

Oh, 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 rimes;
And shape his service wholly to my hests; 26
And make me proud to make him proud that jests!
So portent-like 27 would I o'ersway 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 turn'd fool; Folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school,
And Wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, As gravity's revolt to wantonness. 28

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Enter BOYET.

Boyet?

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. Oh, I am stabb'd' with laughter! Where's her Grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare !— Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace; Love doth approach disguis'd, Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd. Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Prin. Saint Dennis to Saint Cupid! What are 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 I 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 knavish 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 anon they made a doubt,
Presence majestical would put him out;
For, quoth the King, an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;

I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil.
With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder;
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
One rubb'd his elbow, thus, and fleer'd, and swore,
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cry'd Via! we will do't, come what will come;
The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well;
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.

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-suit 29 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, 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 Berowne 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;
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbesom shall
To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.

Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire 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 spoke, each turn away her face.30
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 mock'd, depart away with shame.
[Trumpets sound within.
Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers
[The Ladies mask.

come.

Enter the King, BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; MOTH, Musicians, and Attendants.

Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!
Boyet.31 Beauties no richer than rich taffata.

Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,

[The Ladies turn their backs to him.

That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views!
Ber. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! Out

Boyet. True; out, indeed.

Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe

Not to behold

Ber. 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 epithet; You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes.

Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
Ber. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue.
Ros. What would these strangers? know their
minds, Boyet.

If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes.
Know what they would.

Boyet. What would you with the Princess?
Ber. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
Ros. What would they, say they?

Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone. 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 this grass.

Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a mile,

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Ros. It is not so. Ask them, how many inches

Is in one mile; if they have measur'd many,

The measure then of one is easily told.

Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'd miles, And many miles, the Princess bids you tell, How many inches do fill up one mile.

Ber. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Boyet. She hears herself.

Ros.

How many weary steps,