[The LADIES mask.]

[Enter BLACKAMOORS with music; MOTH, the KING, BEROWNE,
LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE in Russian habits, and masked.]

MOTH.
'All hail, the richest heauties 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 turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!

BEROWNE.
'Their eyes,' villain, 'their eyes.'

MOTH.
'That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!
Out'--

BOYET.
True; 'out,' indeed.

MOTH.
'Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe