_Biron._ We number nothing that we spend for you: Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt. 200 Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, That we, like savages, may worship it. _Ros._ My face is but a moon, and clouded too. _King._ Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine, 205 Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne. _Ros._ O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request’st but moonshine in the water. _King._ Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change. Thou bid’st me beg: this begging is not strange. 210 _Ros._ Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon. [_Music plays._ Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. _King._ Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? _Ros._ You took the moon at full, but now she’s changed. _King._ Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. 215 The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. _Ros._ Our ears vouchsafe it. _King._ But your legs should do it. _Ros._ Since you are strangers, and come here by chance, We’ll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance. _King._ Why take we hands, then? _Ros._ Only to part friends: 220 Curtsey, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. _King._ More measure of this measure; be not nice. _Ros._ We can afford no more at such a price. _King._ Prize you yourselves: what buys your company? _Ros._ Your absence only. _King._ That can never be. 225 _Ros._ Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu; Twice to your visor, and half once to you. _King._ If you deny to dance, let’s hold more chat. _Ros._ In private, then. _King._ I am best pleased with that. [_They converse apart._ _Biron._ White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. 230 _Prin._ Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. _Biron._ Nay then, two treys, an if you grow so nice, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice! There’s half-a-dozen sweets. _Prin._ Seventh sweet, adieu: Since you can cog, I’ll play no more with you. 235 _Biron._ One word in secret. _Prin._ Let it not be sweet. _Biron._ Thou grievest my gall. _Prin._ Gall! bitter. _Biron._ Therefore meet. [_They converse apart._ _Dum._ Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? _Mar._ Name it. _Dum._ Fair lady,— _Mar._ Say you so? Fair lord,— Take that for your fair lady. _Dum._ Please it you, 240 As much in private, and I’ll bid adieu. [_They converse apart._ _Kath._ What, was your vizard made without a tongue? _Long._ I know the reason, lady, why you ask. _Kath._ O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.