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Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,

And many miles, the princess bids you tell

How many inches do fill up one mile.

Ber. Tell her we measure them by weary steps.

Boyet. She hears herself.

Ros. How many weary steps,

Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,

Are number'd in the travel of one mile?

Ber. 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.

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,

Those clouds remov'd, upon our wat'ry eyne.

Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;

Thou now requests but moonshine in the water.

King. Then, in our measure vouchsafe but one change.

Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.

Ros. Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.

Not yet! no dance! thus change I like the moon.

King. Will you not dance? How come you thus estrang'd?

Ros. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang'd.

King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.

The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. 

201 accompt: reckoning

207 eyne: eyes

209 requests: requestest

210 change: round or 'figure' in dancing

216 man: i.e. man in the moon

