They do it but in mockery merriment;
And mock for mock is only my intent. 140
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook and so be mock'd withal
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk and greet. 144
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to 't?
Prin. No, to the death, we will not move a foot:
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace;
But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face. 148
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,
And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt,
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. 152
There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. 156
Sound Trumpets.
Boyet. The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
[The Ladies mask.]
Enter Blackamoors with music; the Boy [Moth] with a speech, and the rest of the Lords disguised.
Moth. 'All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!'
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.
Moth. 'A holy parcel of the fairest dames, 160
The Ladies turn their backs to him.
That ever turn'd their—backs—to mortal views!'
Ber. 'Their eyes,' villain, 'their eyes.'
Moth. ‘That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! Out—' 164
154 theirs: their sport
155 intended game: the jest they intend
159 taffeta: i.e. the taffeta, or silk, masks
