BIRON Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
BOYET She hears herself.
ROSALINE How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
BIRON We number nothing that we spend for you:
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.
ROSALINE My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
FERDINAND Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.
ROSALINE O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
FERDINAND Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.
Thou bid'st me beg: this begging is not strange.
ROSALINE Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
[Music plays]
Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon.
FERDINAND Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
ROSALINE You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.
FERDINAND Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.
ROSALINE Our ears vouchsafe it.
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