Sivut kuvina

Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it here in court;

were, so fit. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! To the prince, and his book-mates.

To see him wall before a lady, and to bear her fan! Prin.

Thou, fellow, a word : To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Who gave thee this letter ?

a' will sucarCost.

I told you ; my lord. And his page o' l'other side, that handful of wit! Prin. To whom should'st thou give it? Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Cost. From my lord to my lady. Sola, sola!

Į Shouting within. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?

[Exil Costard, running. Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,

SCENE 11.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,

Nathaniel, and Dull. lords, away.

Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in Here, sweet, put up this ; 't will be thine another the testimony of a good conscience. dav. [Exit Princess and Train.

Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ?

blood ; ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth Ros.

Shall I teach you to know ? like a jewel in the ear of calo, -the sky, the welkin, Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the Ros.

Why, she that bears the bow. face of lerra,--the soil, the land, the earth. Finely put off!

Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, marry,

sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Finely put on!

Dull. 'Twas not a hand cruilo, 'twas a pricket. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Boyet.

And who is your deer? insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, oi' explicaRos. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, near.

oslentare, to show, as it ucre, his inclination,--after Finely put on, indeed !

his undressed, iinpolishid, uneducated, unpruned, Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon strikes at the brow.

firmed fashion-to insert again my hand credo for Boyet. But she herself is hit lower : Have I hit a deer. her now?

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, 'twas a prichet. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a Hlol. Tirice sod simplicity, bis coctus !-( thou little boy, as touching the hit it?

monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Noth. Sir, he haih never fed of the dainties that that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain lare bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. [Singing. replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in Thou canst nol hit it, my good man.

the duller parts; Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,

And such barren plants are set before us, that we An I cannot, another can.

thankful should be [E.reunt Ros, and Kath. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,

that do fructily in us more than he. fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him

or a fool, both did hit it.

in a school: Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A Bit, omne bene, say l; being of an old father's mind,

mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it Vany can brook the weather, that lvre not the

may be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand

Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by is out.

your wit, Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er

What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not

five weeks old as yet? hit the clout. Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your

Ilol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good

man Dull. hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Nath. A title to Phæbc, to Luna, to the moon.

Dill. What is Dictynna ? Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips

Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam

was no more; Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal

And raught not to live weeks, when he came to five lenge her to bowl."

The allusion holds in the exchange. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl. (Exeunt Boyet and Maria. Jeschange.

Dull, 'Tis true indccd; the collusion holds in the Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allus Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! sion holds in the exchange. O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the crwit!

change; for the moon is never but a month old. (1) A species of apple. (2) A low fellow.

(3) Reached.

the pin.

grow foul.


cess kill'd.


sore L!

and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prin-|Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful

prove; Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour

osiers bowed. the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine kill'd, a pricket.

eyes; Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; Where all those pleasures live, that art would so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

comprehend : Hol. I will something affect the letter ; for it If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall sufargues facilitv.

fice; The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretly Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee pleasing pricket;

commend : Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till now made All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without won

sore with shooting. The dogs did yell; put L lo sore, then sorel jumps (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts from Thickel;

admire ;) Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his hooting.

dreadful thunder, If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; 0 Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire.

Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly one more L.

tongue ! Valh. A rare talent!

Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here him with a talent.

are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, Hol. This is a gist that I have, sinple, simple; facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovia foolish extravagant spirit, full of forins, figures, dius Naso was the man : and why, indeed, Naso; shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, inotions, but for smelling out the odoriferous powers of fancy, revolutions these are begot in the ventricle of the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doih memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired deilver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the horse' his rider.—Bút damosella virgin, was this gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am directed to you? thankful for it.

Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you ; and so the strange queen's lords. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor’d Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the by you, and their daughters profit very greatly un- snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosader you: you are a good member of ihe commun-line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, wealth.

for the nomination of the party writing to the person Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be inzenious, they written unto: shall want no instruction: if their daughters be Your ladyship’s in all desired employment, capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui

BÍRON. pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us.

Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with

the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a seEnter Jaquenetta and Costard. quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the

or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Hol. Master parson,-- quasi pers-on. And if one royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay should be pierced, which is the one ? Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu !

Jaq. Good Costard, go with me. -Sir, God save likest to a hoy head.

Hol. Or pierciny a hogshead! a good lustre or conceit in a turf of earth ; fire enough for a slint,

Cost. Have with thec, my cirl. pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.

[Ereun! Cost. and Jag. Jag. Good master parson, be so good as read me very religiously; and, as a certain father saith

Nath. Sir, you have done this in the sear of God, this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Arintho : I beseech you, read it.

Ho'. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear

colourable colours. But to return to the verses; Hol. Fauste, precor gelidâ quando pecus omne Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ? sub umbrâ.

Vat!. Marvellous well for the pen.
Ruminat, -and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan!
I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice : pupil of mine ; where if, before repast, it shall

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain
Vinegia, Vinegia,
Chi non te vede, ei non te pregin.

please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth on my privilege I have with the parents of the fore! thee not, loves thee not.–Ut, re, sol, ls, mi, fa.- where I will prove those verses to be very unlearn

said child or pupil, undertake your hen tenuto; Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, ed, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention : as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ? Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

ji beseech your society. Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, text) is the happiness of life.

Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the domine. Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I cludes it. -Sir, [TO Dull.] I do invite you too; you

Hol. And certes, the text most infallibly con. swcar to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty gentles are at their game, and we will to our

shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; the vowed ! recreation.

(Ereunt. (1) Horse adorned with ribbands.

(2) In truth.

your life!

the way.

SCENE III - Another part of the same. Enter These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Biron, with a paper.

Biron. (Aside.) O, rhymes are guards on wanton

Cupid's hose : Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am


This same shall go.toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; detile!' a foul

(He reads the sonnet. word. Well, sct thee down, sorrow! for so, they Did not the hearenly rhetoric of thine eye say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool.

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad Persuade my heart to this fa':e perjury? as Ajas: it kills sheep ; it kills me, I a sheep:/ Voros, for thee broke, deserve noi punishment. Well proved again on my side! I will not love: il A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove, I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; My row was earihly, thon a heavenly love ; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the

Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me. world but lic, and lie in my throat. By heaven, 1 Vows are built breath, and breath a vapour is : do love: and it hath taught me to rhymne, and to

Then thou, fuir sun, which on my earth doth be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and shine, here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my Exhalost this vapour vow; in thee it is : sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it,

I broken then, it is no fault of mine ; and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a Yo lose an oath to win a paradise ? pin if the oiher three were in: Here comes one Biron. (Iside.). This is the liver vein, which with a paper; God give him grace to groan!

makes flesh a deity; [Gets up into a tree. A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. Enter the King, with a paper.

God amend us, God amend! we are much out o King. Ah me!

Biron. (Aside. ] Shot, by heaven !-Proceea, Enter Dumain, with a paper. sweet Cupid ; thou hast'thumpa him with thy Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company! bird-bolt under the left pap:-I'laith secrets.


(Stepping aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun

Biron. (Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant gives not

play : To llose fresh morning drops upon the rose, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh, rays have smote And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.

The night of dew lhat on my checks down flows : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish : Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Dumain transform'd : four woodcocks in a dish!

Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum, O most divine Kate! As doth lny face through tears of mine give light; Biron. O most profane coxcomb! [Aside.

Thou shin'st in every lear that I do weep : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you So ridest thou triúmphing in my wo:


(Aside, Do bu behold the tears that swell in me,

Drum. Her amber hairs for soul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief will show :

coted. But do noi love thyself; then thou will keep

Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

(Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou ercel !

Dum. As upright as the cedar. No thought can think, nur tongue of mortal tell.- Biron.

Stoop, I say; How shall she know my grief ? I'll drop the paper; Her shoulder is with child.

(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? Dum.

As fair as day (Sleps aside.

Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must

shine. Enter Longaville, with a paper.


Dum. O that I had my wish! What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.


And I had mine! (Aside. Liron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool,

King. And I mine too, good Lord ! Aside, appear!

[ Aside! Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am sorsworn.

word ?

(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear

Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she ing papers.

[ Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incishame!


sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name? Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! (Aside.

(Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?

Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I havo Biron. (Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not

writ. by two, that I know :

Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of


(Aside. society,

Dum. On a day (alack the day!) The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim

Love, whose month is ever May, plicity.

Spied a blossom, passing fair, Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to

Playing in the wanton air :

Through the velvet leaves the wind, O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

All unseen, 'gan passage find;

That the lover, sick lo death, (1) Outstripped, surpassed.

Wish'd himself the heaven's breathe



Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blowo i Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Air, would I might triumph so!

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
Bul alack, my hand is sworn,

I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
Ne'er lo pluck thee from thy thorn : To break the vow'I am engaged in ;
Voro, alack, for youth unmeet;

I am betra ved, by keeping company
Youth su apt to pluck a sweet.

With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
Do not call it sin in me,

When shall you see me write a thing in thyme ? That I am forsworn for thee:

Or groan sor Joan? or spend a minute's time
Thou for whom eren Jove would swear, In pruning) me? When shall you hear that I
Juno but an Ethiop were ;

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
And deny himself for Jove,

A gait, a state, a browv, a breast, a waist,
Turnin; mortal for thy love.-

A leg, a limbi-
This will I send ; and something else more plain, King.

Soft; Whither away so fast? That shall express my true love's fasting pain. A true man, or a thief, ihat gallups so? 0, would the king, Biron, and Longuville,

Biron. I posi liom love; good lover, let me go. Were lovers too! lll, to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain, [advancing.) thy love is far from King.

What present hast thou there? charity,

Cosi. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir'st society:


What makes treason here? You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.


If it inar nothing neither, King. Come, sir, (advancing.) you blush ; as The treason, and you, go in peace away together. his your case is such;

Jaq. I bescech your grace, let this letter be read; You chide at him, offending twice as much: Our parson iisdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. You do not love Maria; Longaville

King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letler. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;

Where hadst thou it? Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart

Jaq. Or Costard. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.

king. Where hadst thou it? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Cost. Of Din Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. king. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ;

thou tear it ? Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy ; your grace needs Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries;

not fear it. One, her hairs were gold, crystal ihe other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradise break faith and troth;

let's hcar it.

[To Long. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.

[Picks up,


pieces. (To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson byggerhead, (To Cose What will Biron say, when that he shall hear

tard.) you were born to do me shume. A faith infring'd, which such a zcal did swear ? Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confcss. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? King. What? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Birin. That you three fools lack'd mc fool to For all the wealth that ever I did see,

make up the mess : I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my liege, and I,

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.-- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to dic. Ah, good my liege, I pray thre pardon me : O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

[Descends from the tree. Dem. Now the number is even. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron.

Trus, true; we are four :These worms for loving, that art most in love? Will these turtles be gone ? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King.

Hence, sirs, away. There is no certain princess that appears :

Cosi. Walk aside the true roll, and let the trai. You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hatelul thing;

tors stev.

(Excuát Cost. aid Jaq. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us cmBut are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

bracc! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king your mote did see ; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his facr; But I a beam do find in each of three.

Young blood will not obey an old decree: O, what a scene of foolery I have seen,

We cannot cross the cause why we were born; or sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen !' Therefore, of all hands must ve he forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have 1 sat, King. What, did these rent lincs show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!

love of thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,

Biron. Did thev, quoth you? Who sees the And profound Solomon to tune a jigs,

heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And critic? Timon laugh at idle toys!

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy grief, 0 tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? And where my liege's ? all about the breast:- What peremptory cagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho!

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.

That is not blinded by her majesty ?

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thos (1) Grier. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself.


My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Long. O, some authority how to proceed;

She, an attending star, scurce seen a light. Some tricks, some quillets,' how to cheat the devil. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Dum. Some salve for perjury. O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Biron.

0, 'lis more than need !Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Have at you then, affection's men at arnis :

Do meet, as at a sair, in her fair cheek; Consider, what you first did swear unto ;Where several worthies make one dignity; To fast,—to study,-and to see no woman ;Where nothing wunis, that want itself doth Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. seck.

Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,- And abstinence engenders maladies.

Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it'not: And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; In that each of you hath forsworn his book : She passes praise; then praise too short doth Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? blot.

For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Have found the ground of study's excellence,

Might shake off filty, looking in her eye: Without the beauty of a woman's face? Beauty doth varnish are, as if new-born, From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;

And gives the cruich the cradle's infancy. They are the ground, the books, the académes, 0, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Why, universal plodding prisons up Birim. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! The nimble spirits in the arteries ; A wife of such wood were felicity.

As motion, and long-during action, tires 0, who can give an oath? where is a book? The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, Ir that she learn not of her eye to look :

You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;
No face is fair, that is not full so black. And study too, the causer of your vow:
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, For where is any author in the world,

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night ; Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ?
And beauty's crest bocoines the heavens well. Learning is but an adjunct to ourseli,
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits And where we are, our learning likewise is.
of light.

Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
O, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, Do we not likewise see our learning there?

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Should ravish doters with a salse aspect;

And in that vow we have forsworn our books; And iherofore is she born to make black sair. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Her favour turns the fashion of the days; In leaden contemplation, have found out

For native blood is counted painting now; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?

Paints itself black, to iinitate her brow. Other slow aris entirely keep the brain ; Dum. To look like her, arc chimney-sweepers And therefore finding barren practisers, black.

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, bright.

Lives not alone immured in the brain ; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But with the motion of all clements, crack.

Courses as switt as thought in every power ; Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is And gives to every power a double power, light.

Above their functions and their offices. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, It adds a precious seeing to the eye ;

For fear their colours should be wash'd away! A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; King. 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, you plain,

When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-dav. Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooins-day Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; here.

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: King. No devil will fright thee then so much as For valour, is not love a Hercules, she.

Sill climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Drem. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her As bricht Apollo's lute, strúng with his hair ; face see.

[Showing his shoe. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thinc Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. eyes,

Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Her feet ivere much too dainty for such tread! Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Drum. O vile! then as she goes, whai upward o, then his lines would ravish savage ears, lies

And plant in tyrants mild humility, The street should see as she walk'd over From women's eves this doctrine I derive: head.

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? They are the books, the arts, the académes, Biron. O, nothing so sure ; and thereby all for- That show, contain, and nourish all the world;

Else, none at all in aught proves excellent : King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, Then fools you were these women to forswear; now prove

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Dum. Av, marry, there ;--some flattery for this eril.

(1) Law chicane.


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