Sivut kuvina


o, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, farthings--remuneration.- What's the price of this and thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. inkle ? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remuneration : For. Pardon, me, madam, for I meant not so. why, it carries it.--Remuneration !-why, it is a Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no? fairer name than French crown. I will never buy O short-liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe! and sell out of this word.

For. Yea, madam, fair.
Enter Biron.

Nay, never paint me now;

Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Biron. O, my good knave Costard' exceedingly Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

[Giving him Money. may a man buy for a remuneration ?

For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Biron. What is a remuneration !

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing.

O heresy in fair, fit for these days! Biron, 0, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk.

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.Cost. I thank your worship : God be with you ! But come, the bow -Now mercy goes to kill,

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: And shooting well is then accounted ill. As thou wilt wio my favour, good my knave, Thus will save my credit in the shoot: Do one thing for me that I shall en treat.

Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; Cost. When would you have it done, sir? If wounding, then it was to show my skill, Biron. O, this afternoon.

That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well.

And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Biron. 0, thou knowest not what it is.

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.

We bend to that the working of the heart : Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow As 1, for praise alone, now seek to spill morning

The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave,

Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty it is but this;

Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be
The princess comes to hant here in the park, Lords o'er their lords?
And in her train there is a gentle lady;

Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her To any lady that subdues a lord.
And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; [uame,
And to her white hand see thou du commend

Enter Costard. This seal'd up counsel. There's thy guerdou ; go. Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.

[Gives him Money. Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the Cost. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than re- head lady? muneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet Prin. 'Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that gaerdon !- I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon-rexu-have no heads. nerution.

(Exit. Coet. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ! Biron. 0 !- And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have

Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. (truth. been love's whip;

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; trath is A very headle to a humorous sigh ;

An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, A critic ; nay, a night-watch constable;

One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. A domineering pedant o'er the boy,

Are not you the chief womap! you are the thickest here. Than whom no mortal so magnificent !

Prin.' What's your will, sir ? what's your will ? This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy ; Cost, I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid ;

lady Rosaline.

(mine: Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

Prin. 0, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,

Stand aside, good bearer. --Boyet, you can carve; Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

Break up this capon. Dread prince of plackets, king of cod pieces,


I am bound to serve. Sole imperator, and great general

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; of trotting paritors, -o my little heart!

It is writ to Jaquenetta. And I to be a corporal of his field,


We will read it, I swear : And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!

Break the neck of the wax, and every one gire car. What! I! I love! I sue ! I seek a wife!

Boyet. [Reads) By heaven, that thou art fair is A woman, that is like a German clock,

most injallible ; true, that thou art beauteous ; truth Still a repairing; ever out of frame;

itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, And never going aright, being a watch,

beautiful than beauteous truer than truth itselt But being watch'd that it may still go right? have commiseration on the heroical vassal! The magNay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all

nanimous and most illustrate king Copbetua set eye And, among three, to love the worst of all;

upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar ZeneloA whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

phon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes : vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (0 Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, sau, Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard :

and overcame : he came, one ; sare, two; Otercame, And I to sigh for ber! to watch for her!

three. Who came ? the kingi Why did he come ? To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague

see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came That Capid will impose for my neglect

her to the beggar; What sau he? the beggar; Who Of his almighty dreadful little might.

overcame he: the beggar: The conclusion is victory; Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'; Some men mast love my lady, and some Joan. (Exit. On whose side? the beggar's : The catastrophe is a

nuptial; On whose side! the king's 1--10, on both in

one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands ACT IV.

the comparison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth

thy lovliness. Shall I command thy love! I may: SCENE I. Another part of the same. Shall I enforce thy love! I could : Shall I entreat Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, I thy loveI willWhat shalt thou exchange for Boyet, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

rags ? robes; For tittles? titles , For thyself? me.

Thus, exprcting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy Prin. Was that the king, that sparr'd his horse so foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy Against the sleep uprising of the hill! [hard every part. Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind.

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Well, lords, to-day we shall bave our despatch ; Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar On Saturday we will return to France.

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey : Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, Submissive fall his princely feet before, That we must stand and play the murderer in? And he f'rum forage will incline to play:

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then! A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited sinuation, as it were, in via, in way of explication ; this letter?

[better? facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, What vane! what weather-cock? did you ever hear to show, as it were, his inclination,--after his un

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style. dressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruined, untrained,
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile. or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,
Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here -to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
in court;

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas
A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport a pricket.
To the prince, and his book-mates.

Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus -Othou Prin.

Thou, fellow, a word: monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Who gave thee this letter?

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that Cost. I told you; my lord.

are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it!

he hath not drunk ink: his intelleet is not reCost.

From my lord to my lady. plenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the Prin. From which lord, to which lady?

Duller parts ; Cost. I'rom my lord Biron, a good master of mine, And such barren plants are set before us, that we To a lady of France, that he call's Rosaline. [away.

thankful should be Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, (Which we of taste and feeling are,) for those parts Here, sweet, put up this; 't will be thine another day. that do fructity in us more than he.

(a fool, [Exit Princess ond Train. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor! So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in Ros. Shall I teach you to know?

a school : Boyet. Ay, ny continent of beauty.

But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Ros.

Why, she thai bears the bow. Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Finely put off!


Dúll. You two are book-men: Can you tell by Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou your wit,

[weeks old as yet! Hang me by the neck, if liorus that year miscarry. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five Finely put on !

Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictyona, good Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.

man Dull. Boyet.

And who is your deer? Dull. What is Dictynna? Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come near.

Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the noon. Finely put on, indeed !

Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was Mar. Yon still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she

no more ;

(score. strikes at the brow.

[uow? And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fiveBoyet. But she herself is hit lower : Have I hit her The allusion holds in the exchange.

Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the that was a man when king Pepin of France was a exchange. little boy, as touching the hit it?

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that holds in the exchange. was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; little wench, as touching the hit it,

for the moon is never but a month old : and I say be Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing. side, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd. Thou canst not hit it, my good man,

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,

epitaph on the death of the deer! and, to humour An I cannot, another can.

the ignoraut, I have call'd the deer the princess kill'd, (Exeunt Ros. and Kath. a pricket. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant ! how both did Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge ; 50 fit it!

it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues did hit it.

[says my lady! facility. Boyet. A mark ! 0, mark but that mark; A inark, The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty Let the mark have a prick in't to mete at, if it may be.

pleasing pricket;

(ieith shooting. Mar. Wide o'the bow band ! l'faith your hand is out. Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'il ne'er

Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till now made sore hit the clout.

The dogs did yell put i to sore, then sorel jumps

[is in. Boyet. An if iny hand be out, then, belike your hand

from thicket;

[hooting Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores ;

Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people falla pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one

sore L!

(more L. foul,

. Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge Nath. A rare talent! Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; good night my Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws bim

good owl. (Exeunt Boyet and Maria. with a talent. Cost. By my soul, a swain ! a most simple clown! Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; a Lord, lord'! how the ladies and I have put him down foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, O'my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar wit! objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished were, so fit.

in the womb of pia mater; and deliver'd upon the Armatho o'the one side,-0, a most dainty man! mellowing of occasion : But the gift is good in those To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so nay a'will swear !

my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'a by And his page o't'other side, that handful of wit ! you, and their daughters profit very greatly under Ab, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!

you : you are a good member of the commonwealth. Sula, Sola! [Shouting within. Erit Costard, running. Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall SCENE II. The same.

want no instruction : if their daughters be capable, I

will put it to them : Bat, vir sapit, qui pauca loquiEnter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.

tur: a soul feminine saluteth us. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. Hol. T'he deer was, as you know, in sanguis,-- Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. blood ; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a Hol. Master person, quasi pers-on. And if one jewel in the ear of cælo,--the sky, the welkin, the should be piereed, which is the one! heaven ; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest terra,--the soil, the land, the earth.

to a hogshead. Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithels are Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of consweetly varied, like a scholar at the least But, sir, ceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.

enough for a swine : 'tis pretty ; it is well. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me Hol. Most barbarous intimation ! yet a kind of in- from Don Armatho : I beseech you read it.

Hol. Faaste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep : Well proved again umbra

on my side! I will not love if I do, hang me; Ruminat, -and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I 'faith, I will not. o, but her eye-by this light, may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice: but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her Vinegia, Finegia,

two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, Chi non le vede, ei non te pregia,

and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth bath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy, and thee not, loves thee not.-ut, re, sol, ia, mi, ja.- here is part of my rhyme, and here my melaucholy. Under pardon, sir, what are the contents ? or, rather, Well, she hath one o'my sonnets already; the clown as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ? bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, would not care a pin if the other three were in : Here domine.

comes one with a paper; God give him grace to Nath. [Reads] If love make me forsworn, how shall groan!

(Gets up into a Tree. I swear to love ? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed !

Enter the King, with a Paper. Though lo myself forsuorn, to thee I'll faithful prove;

King. Ab me! Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers

Biron. [ Aside.) Shot, by heaven !--Proceed, sweet bowed.

Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes ; under the left pap :-l'faith secrets.Where all those pleasures live, that art would com King. [Reails) So street a kiss the golden sun gives prekent:

To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, (not If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; 48 thy eye-beans, when their fresh rays have smote Well learned is that tongue, that well can thue com

The night of lew that on my cheeks lovn flows : mend :

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright All

ignorant that soul, that sees thee without woniler, Through the transparent bosom of the deep, ( Which is to me some praise that I thy parts almire; As doth

thy face through tears of mine give light Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his drealjul Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:

No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
Which, not to anger bent, is musie, and sweet fire. Do but be hold the tears that swell in me,
Celestial, as thou art, Oh pardon, love, this wrong,
That sings heaven's
praise with such an eartily tongue! But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep

And they thy glory through thy grief will show Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent : let me surpervise the canzonet. Here are my tears for glasses, and still make me weep. only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility,

O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.was the man; and why, indeed, Naso; but for smell How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; ing out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he come here? invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doth the hound

[Steps aside. his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his

Enter Longaville, with a Paper. rider. But damosella virgin, was this directed to you? What, Longaville ! and reading ! listen, ear. Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of the

Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appear! strange queen's lords.

[Aside. Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the snow

Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I

Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the


[Aside. nomination of the party writing to the person written King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in shaine ! unto:

[Aside. Your ladyship's in all desired employment,

Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name.

Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with

[ Aside.

Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a se Biron. (Aside.) I could put thee in comfort ; not quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally,

by two, that I know : or by the way of progression, lath miscarried. Trip Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society. and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. hand of the king; it may concern much; Stay not Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu !

O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

[move ! Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save These numbers will I tear, and write in prose, your life! Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

Biron. [ Aside.] 0, rhymes are guards on wanton Disfigure not his slop.

[Cupid's hose : [Exeunt Cost, and Jaq.



ame shall go. Nath. Şir, you have done this in the fear of God,

(He reads the Sonnet. very religionsly; and, as a certain father saith

Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye Kol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colour ('Gainst whom the world cannot holl argument,) able colours. But, to return to the verses; Did they Persuade my heart to this false perjury? please you, Sir Nathaniel?

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain

A woman I forswore; but, I will prove, pupil of nuine; where it, before repast, it shall please My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ;

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on iny Thy grace being gain't, cures all disgrace in me. privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid ehita Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; wliere I will

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth shine, prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither sa

Erhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is: vouring of poetry, wit, nor investion : I beseech your society

If broken then, it is no fault of mine; Nath. And thank you too : for society, (saith the To lose an oath to win a paradise ?

If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, text,) is the happiness of life. Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes

Biron. [ Aside.) This is the liver vein, which makes

flesh a deity; it.-Sir, [To Dull.) I do invite you too, you shall A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry, not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; the gentles God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'the are at their game, and we will to our recreation,


SCENE III. Another part of the same.

Enter Domain, urith a Paper.
Enter Biron, with a Paper.

Long. By whun shall I send this !--Company! stay. Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am

[Stepping aside.

Biron. [ Aside. ) All hid, all hid, an old intant play: coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am toil- Like a deini-god here sit I in the sky, ing in a pitch; pitch ibat defiles; detile ! a foul word. And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. Well, set thee down, sorrow ! 'for so they say, the More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish, fool said, and so say 1, and I the fool. Well proved, Dumain transform'd : four woodcocks in a dish! wit!. By the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax : it Dum. O most divine Kate !




O most profane coxcomb! You found his mote; the king your mote did see ;

[ Aside. But I a beam do find in each of three. Drem. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! 0, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you lie. Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!

[ Aside. O me, with what strict patience have I sat, Drem. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. To see a king transformed to a gnat! Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. To see great Hercules whipping a gig,

[ A side. And profound Solomon to tone a jig, Dum. As upright as the cedar.

And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, Biron.

Stoop, I say;

And critic Timon laugh at idle toys ! Her shoulder is with child,

[Aside. Where lies thy grief, tell me, good Dumain ? Dun. As fair as day.

And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? Biron, Ay, as some days; but then no sou must And where my liege's 1 all about the breast :shine.

[ Aside. A caudle, ho ! Dum. O that I had my wish!

Too bitter is thy jest.

And I had mine! Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
[ Aside.

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you;
King. And I mine too, good lord ! (Aside. I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin
Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good To break the vow I am engaged in ;
word ?

[ Aside. I am betray'd, by keeping company Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ?

Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision Or groan for Joan ! or spend a minute's tiine
Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! In pruning me? When shall you hear that I

(Aside. Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, Biron, Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. A leg, a limbi

[å side. King. Soft; Whither away so fast! Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)

A true man, or a thief, that gallops so ?
Love, whose month is ever May,

Biron. I post from love ; good lover, let me go.
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air;

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
Through the velvet leaves the wind,

Jag. God bless the king!
All unseen, 'gun passage find;


What present hast thou there?
That the lover, sick to leath,

Cost. Some certain treason.
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.


What makes treason here !
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;

Cosi. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
Air, would I might triumph so !

If it mar nothing neither,
But alack, my hand is sworn,

The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :

Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;

Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the Letter.
Do not call it in in me,

Where hadst thou it!
That I am forsworn for thee :

Jag. Of Costard.
Thou for whom even Jove would swear, King. Where hadst thou it?
Juno but an Ethiop were ;

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
And deny himself for Jove,

King. How now! what is in you ! wby dost thou
Turning mortal for thy love.

tear it!

(not fear it. This will I send; and something else more plain, Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs That shall express my true love's fasting pain. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore o, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,

let's hear it. Were lovers too ! ill, to example ill,

Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;

[Picks up the pieces. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, (To Costard.) Long. Dumain, [ Advancing. ) thy love is far from

you were born to do me shame. -
That in love's grief desir'st society: [charity, Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess.
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. What
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.

Biron. 'That you three fools lack'd me fool to make King. Come, sir, [ Advancing.) you blush ; as his He, he, and you, my liege, and I, (up the mess : your case is such ;

Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. You chide at him, offending twice as much : 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. You do not love Maria ; Longaville

Dum. Now the number is even. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;


True, true; we are four :Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart

Will these turtles be gone? His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.


Hence, sirs; away. I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush.


[Exeunt Cost, and Jaq. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, let us embrace ! Saw signs reek from you, noted well your passion : As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : Ah me! says one; O'Jove! the other cries;

The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Young blood will not obey an old decree: You would for paradise break faith and troth; [To Long. We cannot cross the cause why, we were born ; And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn, [thine!

[To Dumain. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of What will Biron say, when that he shall hear Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear! That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, (Rosaline, How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? At the first opening of the gorgeous east. How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it!

Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, For all the wealth that ever I did see,

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ! I would not have him know so much by me. What peremptory eagle-sighted eye

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me :

That is not blinded by her majesty?

(now! (Descends from the Tree. King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; These worms for loving, that art most in love! She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears,

Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor i Biron : There is no certain princess that appears :

o, but for my love, day would turn to night! You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a bateful thing ;

of all complexions the cull's sovereignty Tash, none but minstrels like of sonneting.

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek ; But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

Where several worthies make one dignity; All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek.

Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, --

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil:
Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not: But love, first learued in a lady's eyes,
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs;

Lives not alone immured in the brain;
She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. But with the motion of all elements,
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,

Courses as swift as thought in every power;
Might shake off tifty, looking in her eye : And gives to every power a double power,
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,

Above their functions and their offices.
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. It adıls a precious seeing to the eye;
0, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind ;
King. By heaveo, thy love is black as ebony. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ;
A wife of such wood were felicity.

Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, 0, who can give an oath? where is a book!

Than are the tender horns of cockled snails;
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste :
If that she learn not of her eye to look :

For valoar, is not love a Hercules,
No face is fair, that is not i'ull so black. Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical,

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; As bright Apollo's lute struag with his hair ; And beauty's erest becomes the heavens well. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods

Biron, Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of Makes he ven drowsy, with the harmony.
0, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, [light. Never durst poet touch a pen to write,

It mourns, that painting, and usarping hair, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;
Should ravish doters with a false aspect

0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And therefore is she born to make black fair. And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Her favour turns the fashion of the days;

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: For native blood is counted painting now ; They sparkle still the right Promethean tire ; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, They are the books, the arts, the academes, Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

That show, contain, and nourish all the world ; Dum. To look like her,are cbimney-sweepers black. Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted Then fools you were these women to forswear ; bright.

Or, keeping wbat is sworn, you will prove fools. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Or, for love's sake, a word that loves all men

Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, Or, for inen's sake, the authors of these women; For fear their colours should be wash'd away. Or women's sake, by whom we men are men ;

King. 'Twere good, yours did ; for, sir, to tell you Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. [plain, or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths :

Biron. I'll prove her fair,or talk till doomsday here. It is religion to be thus forsvora ;
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. For charity itself fulfils the law ;
Dum. I never knew inan hold wild stuff so dear. And who can sever love from charity ?
Long. Look, here's thy love : my foot and her face King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, soldiers, to the field!

[Showing his Shoe. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Biron. 0, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,

lords: Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies In conflict that you get the son of them.

The street should see as she walk'd overhead. Long. Now to plain-dealing: lay these glozes by : King. But what of this ! Are we not all in love? Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? Biron. 0, nothing so sure ; and thereby all forsworn. King. And win them too : therefore let us devise King. Then leave this chat; and, guod Biron, now Some entertainment for them in their tents. [thither;

Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. [prove Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them Dum. Ay, marry, there ; ---some tattery for this evil. Then, homeward, every man attach the hand Long. 0, some authority how to proceed :

Of his fair mistress in the aflernoon Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. We will with some strange pastime solace them, Dum. Some salve for perjury.

Such as the shortness of the time can shape ; Biron.

0, tis more than need For revels, dances, masks, aud merry hours, Have at you then, affection's men at arms:

Pore-run fair love, strewing her way with tlowers, Consider, what you first did swear unto :

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, To fast, to study,--and to see no woman;

That will be time, and may hy us be fitted. Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.

Biron. Allons ! allons!--Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn; Say, can you fast ! your stomachs are too young; And justice always whirls in equal measure : And abstinence engenders maladies.

Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; And where that you have vow'd to study, lords,

If so, our copper buys no better treasure. In that each of you bath forsworn his book :

[Exeunt. Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, Have found the ground of study's excellence,

Without the beauty of a woman's face!

SCENE I. Another Part of the same.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
They are the ground, the books, the academes,

Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. Hol. Satis quol sufficit.
Why, universal plodding prisons up

Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at The nimble spirits in the arteries;

dinner have been sharp and sententious : pleasant As motion, and long during action, tires

without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

without impudeacy, learned without opinion, and Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam You have in that fors worn the use of eyes ;

day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, And study too, the causer of your vow:

noininated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. For where is any author in the world,

Hol. Novi hominem tanquam le: His humour is Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye!

lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue tiled, his Learning is but an adjunet to ourselt,

eye ambitious, his gait majestica!, and his general beAnd where we are, our learning likewise is.

haviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, Do we not likewise see our learning there? O, we have made a vow to study, lords;

too peregrinate, as I may call it.

Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

[Takes out his Table-Look. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,

Hol. He draweth ont the thread of bis verbosity In leaden contemplation, have found out

finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Such tiery numbers, as the prompting eyes

fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise Of beanteous tutors have enrich you with! Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ;

companions ; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, And therefore finding barren practisers.

dout, fine, when he should say doubi ; det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; not d, e, t: he

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