¶Rosal. What would the
se
stranges?
¶Know their mindes
Boyet.
¶If they do
speake our language, tis our will
¶That
some plaine man recount their purpo
ses.
2075Know what they would?
¶Boyet. What would you with the Princes?
¶Berow. Nothing but peace, and gentle vi
sitation.
¶Rosa. What would they,
say they?
¶Boy. Nothing but peace, and gentle vi
sitation.
2080Rosa. Why that they haue, and bid them
so be gon.
¶Boy. She
saies you haue it, and you may be gon.
¶King. Say to her we haue mea
surd many miles,
¶To treade a Mea
sure with her on this gra
sse.
¶Boy. They
say that they haue mea
surd many a mile,
2085To tread a Mea
sure with you on this gra
sse.
¶Rosa. It is not
so. A
ske them how manie inches
¶Is in one mile? If they haue mea
sured manie,
¶The mea
sure then of one is ea
slie tolde.
¶Boy. If to come hither, you haue mea
surde miles,
2090And manie miles: the Prince
sse bids you tell,
¶How manie inches doth fill vp one mile?
¶Berow. Tell her we mea
sure them by weerie
steps.
¶Boy. She heares her
selfe.
¶Rosa. How manie weerie
steps,
2095Of manie weerie miles you haue ore gone,
¶Are numbred in the trauaile of one Mile?
¶Bero. We number nothing that we
spend for you,
¶Our duetie is
so rich,
so infinite,
¶That we may do it
still without accompt.
2100Vouch
safe to
shew the
sun
shine of your face,
¶That we (like
sauages) may wor
ship it.
¶Rosa. My face is but a Moone, and clouded too.
¶King. Ble
ssed are cloudes, to do as
such cloudes do.
¶Vouch
safe bright Moone, and the
se thy Starrs to
shine,
2105(Tho
se cloudes remooued) vpon our waterie eyne.
¶Rosa. O vaine peticioner, begg a greater matter,
¶Thou now reque
sts but Moone
shine in the water.
¶King. Then in our mea
sure, do but vouch
safe one change,
G4
A pleasant conceited Comedie:
