O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
Thou now requests'st but moonshine in the water.

KING.
Then in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.
Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.

ROSALINE.
Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.

[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 chang'd.

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.