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BEROWNE
Tell her we measure them by weary steps.
BOY ET
She hears herself.
ROSALINE
How many weary steps, [195]
Of many weary miles you have o’ergone,
Are numbered in the travel of one mile?
BEROWNE
We number nothing that we spend for you.
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without account. [200]
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we like savages may worship it.
ROSALINE
My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
KING
Blessèd 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.
ROSALINE
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 biddest me beg; this begging is not strange. [210]
ROSALINE
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 estranged?
