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Boyet.

She says, you have it, and you may be gone.

King.

Say to her we have measur’d many miles,

To tread a measure with her on this grass.

Boyet.

They say that they have measur’d many a mile

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Ros.

It is not so. Ask them how many inches

Is in one mile: if they have measured many,

The measure then of one is eas’ly told.

Boyet.

If to come hither you have measur’d miles,

And many miles, the Princess bids you tell

How many inches doth 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 numb’red 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