PRINCESS.
Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt
The rest will ne’er come in, if he be out.
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 mocked, depart away with shame.
[Sound trumpet, within.]
BOYET.
The trumpet sounds. Be masked; the maskers come.
[The Ladies mask.]
Enter Blackamoors with music, Moth, with a speech, the King, Berowne, Longaville and Dumaine 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
[The Ladies turn their backs to him.]
That ever turned their—backs—to mortal views!