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Cried '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.

PRINCESS OF FRANCE.

But what, but what, come they to visit us?

BOYET.

They do, they do, and are apparell'd thus,

Like Muscovites or Russians, 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 several which they did bestow.

PRINCESS OF FRANCE.

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.

ROSALINE.

Come on, then, wear the favours most in sight.

KATHARINE.

But, in this changing, what is your intent?

PRINCESS OF FRANCE.

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 unbosom 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.

ROSALINE.

But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?

PRINCESS OF FRANCE.

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.

BOYET.

Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,

And quite divorce his memory from his part.

PRINCESS OF FRANCE.

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.

[Trumpet sounds within]

BOYET.

The trumpet sounds; be mask'd; the maskers come.

[The LADIES mask]

Enter BLACKAMOORS music, MOTH as Prologue, the

KING and his LORDS as maskers, in the guise of Russians

MOTH.

All hail, the richest heauties on the earth!

BOYET.

Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.

MOTH.

A holy parcel of the fairest dames

[The LADIES turn their backs to him]

That ever turn'd their- backs- to mortal views!

BEROWNE.

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-

BEROWNE.

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.

BEROWNE.

Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue.

Exit MOTH

ROSALINE.

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?

BEROWNE.

Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

ROSALINE.

What would they, say they?

BOYET.

Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

ROSALINE.

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.

ROSALINE.

It is not so. Ask them how many inches

Is in one mile? If they have measured many,

The measure, then, of one is eas'ly told.

BOYET.

If to come hither you have measur'd miles,

And many