[Music plays.]
Not yet? No dance! Thus change I like the moon.
KING.
Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
ROSALINE.
You took the moon at full, but now she’s changed.
KING.
Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
The music plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.
ROSALINE.
Our ears vouchsafe it.
KING.
But your legs should do it.
ROSALINE.
Since you are strangers and come here by chance,
We’ll not be nice. Take hands. We will not dance.
KING.
Why take we hands then?
ROSALINE.
Only to part friends.
Curtsy, sweet hearts, and so the measure ends.