_Boyet._ Fair ladies mask’d are roses in their bud; 295 Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. _Prin._ Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, If they return in their own shapes to woo? _Ros._ Good madam, if by me you’ll be advised, 300 Let’s mock them still, as well known as disguised: Let us complain to them what fools were here, Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; And wonder what they were and to what end Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn’d, 305 And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our tent to us. _Boyet._ Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand. _Prin._ Whip to our tents, as roes run o’er land. [_Exeunt Princess, Rosaline, Katharine, and Maria._ _Re-enter_ the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, _and_ DUMAIN, _in their proper habits_. _King._ Fair sir, God save you! Where’s the princess? 310 _Boyet._ Gone to her tent. Please it your Majesty Command me any service to her thither? _King._ That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. _Boyet._ I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. [_Exit._ _Biron._ This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease, 315 And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit’s pedler, and retails his wares At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs; And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show. 320 This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve; A’ can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he That kiss’d his hand away in courtesy; This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, 325 That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honourable terms: nay, he can sing A mean most meanly; and in ushering, Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: 330 This is the flower that smiles on every one, To show his teeth as white as whale’s bone; And consciences, that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. _King._ A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, 335 That put Armado’s page out of his part! _Biron._ See where it comes! Behaviour, what wert thou Till this madman show’d thee? and what art thou now? _Re-enter the_ Princess, _ushered by_ BOYET; ROSALINE, MARIA, _and_ KATHARIN.. _King._ All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! _Prin._ ‘Fair’ in ‘all hail’ is foul, as I conceive. 340 _King._ Construe my speeches better, if you may. _Prin._ Then wish me better; I will give you leave. _King._ We came to visit you, and purpose now To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then. _Prin._ This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow: 345 Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.