Ros. What would they, say they? Boy. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation Rosa. Why that they haue, and bid them so be gon Boy. She saies you haue it, and you may be gon Kin. Say to her we haue measur'd many miles, To tread a Measure with you on the grasse Boy. They say that they haue measur'd many a mile, To tread a Measure with you on this grasse Rosa. It is not so. Aske them how many inches Is in one mile? If they haue measur'd manie, The measure then of one is easlie told Boy. If to come hither, you haue measur'd miles, And many miles: the Princesse bids you tell, How many inches doth fill vp one mile? Ber. Tell her we measure them by weary steps Boy. She heares her selfe Rosa. How manie wearie steps, Of many wearie miles you haue ore-gone, Are numbred in the trauell of one mile? Bero. We number nothing that we spend for you, Our dutie is so rich, so infinite, That we may doe it still without accompt. Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of your face, That we (like sauages) may worship it Rosa. My face is but a Moone and clouded too Kin. Blessed are clouds, to doe as such clouds do. Vouchsafe bright Moone, and these thy stars to shine, (Those clouds remooued) vpon our waterie eyne Rosa. O vaine peticioner, beg a greater matter, Thou now requests but Mooneshine in the water Kin. Then in our measure, vouchsafe but one change. Thou bidst me begge, this begging is not strange Rosa. Play musicke then: nay you must doe it soone. Not yet no dance: thus change I like the Moone Kin. Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? Rosa. You tooke the Moone at full, but now shee's changed? Kin. Yet still she is the Moone, and I the Man Rosa. The musick playes, vouchsafe some motion to it: Our eares vouchsafe it Kin. But your legges should doe it Ros. Since you are strangers, & come here by chance, Wee'll not be nice, take hands, we will not dance Kin. Why take you hands then? Rosa. Onelie to part friends. Curtsie sweet hearts, and so the Measure ends Kin. More measure of this measure, be not nice Rosa. We can afford no more at such a price Kin. Prise your selues: What buyes your companie? Rosa. Your absence onelie Kin. That can neuer be Rosa. Then cannot we be bought: and so adue, Twice to your Visore, and halfe once to you Kin. If you denie to dance, let's hold more chat Ros. In priuate then Kin. I am best pleas'd with that Be. White handed Mistris, one sweet word with thee Qu. Hony, and Milke, and Suger: there is three Ber. Nay then two treyes, an if you grow so nice Methegline, Wort, and Malmsey; well runne dice: There's halfe a dozen sweets Qu. Seuenth sweet adue, since you can cogg, Ile play no more with you Ber. One word in secret Qu. Let it not be sweet Ber. Thou greeu'st my gall Qu. Gall, bitter Ber. Therefore meete Du. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? Mar. Name it