Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages displayed, to talk and greet.
ROSALINE But shall we dance, if they desire to't?
PRINCESS 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 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 come.
[The Ladies mask]
[Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND,
BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits,
and masked]
MOTH All hail, the richest beauties 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!
BIRON [Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes!
MOTH That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--
BOYET True; out indeed.
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