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0, who can give an oath ! where is a book?

Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Learning is but an adjunct to yourseli,
If that she learn not of her eye to look:

And where we aie, vur learning likewise is.
No face is fair, that is not full so black.

Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
King. () paradox! Black is the badge of hell. Do we not likewise see our learning there?

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; 0, we have made a vow to study, lords;
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. And in that vow we have forsworn our books;
Biron. Devils soonest lempt, resembling spirits for when would you, iny liege, or you, or you,
of light.

In leaden contemplation, have found out 0, if in black my lady's brows be deckt,

Such tiery numbers, as the prompting eyes It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, of beauteous tulors lave emich ü you with? Should ravish dolers with a false aspect;

Other siuw arts entireay keep the brain; And therefore is she born to make black fair. And therefore finding barren practisers, Her favor turns the fashion of the days;

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: For native blood is counted painung now; But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Lives not alone immured in the brain; Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

But, with the motion of all elements, Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers Courses as swift as thought in every power; black.

And gives to every power a double power, Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted | Above their functions and their oilicers. bright.

It adds a precious seem to the eye; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion | A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind, crack.

A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is When the suspicious head or theit is stopp'd; light.

Love's feeling is more soit, and sensible, Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain. Than are the tender norus of cuchter snails;

For fear their colors should be washid away. Love's tongue proves tarty Bacchus gross in taste :
King. "Twere good, yours did : for, sir, to tell For valor, is not love a Hercules,
you plain,

Still climbing trees in the llesperides?
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet, and musical,
Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till uooms-day As bright Apollo s lute, struny with his biair;

And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sigh;
Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her o, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
face see.

[Showing his shoe. And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Biron. 0, if the streets were paved with thine From women's eyes this doctrine 1 derive:

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
Her ieet were much too dainty for such tread! They are the books, the arts, the academes,
Dum. O vile! then as sbe goes, what upward That show, contain, and nourish all the world;

Else none at all in aught proves excellent:
The street should see as she walk'd over head. Then fools you were these women to forswear;
King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
Biron. Nothing so sure; and thereby alltorsworn. For wisdom s sabe, a word ihat ali men love;
King. Then leave this chat: and, good Biron, Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men;
now prove

Or for men's sake, the authors of these women;
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

Or women's sake, by whom we men are men: Dum. Ay, marry, there, --some flattery for this Let us once lose our onths, to tind ourselves, evii.

Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths:
Long. (, some authority how to proceed; It is religion to be thus forsworn:
Some tricks, some quilleis, how to cheat the devil. For charity itself fulfils the law;
Dum. Some salve for perjury.

And who can sever love from charity ?
U, 'tis more than need !-

king. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the Have at you then, affection's men at aris:

field! Consider, what you first aid swear unto;

Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them,
To fast,—to study,—and to see no woman ;-

Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd,
Say, can you fast? your stoinachs are too young In contlict that you get the sun of them.
And abstinence engenders maladies.

Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by :
And where that you have vowd to study, lords, Shall we resolve iv woo these girls of France?
In that each of you nath forsworn his book:

King. And win them too: therefore let us devise
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? | Some entertainment for them in their tents.
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them
Have found the ground of study's excellence,

thither; Without the beauty of a woman's face?

Then, homeward, every man attach the hand
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:

Of his fair mistress: in the alternoon
They are the ground, the books, the academnes, We will with some strange pastime solace them,
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. Such as the shortness of the time can shape;
Why, universal plodding prisons up

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,
The nimble spirits in the arteries;

Fore-run tair Love, strewing her way with Ilowers. As motion, and long-during action, tires

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, The sinewy vigor of the traveller.

That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

Biron. Allons! Allons-Sow'd cockle reap d You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;

no corn, And study too, the causer of your vow :

And justice always wbirls in equal measure: For where is any author in the world,

Light Wenches inay prove plagues to men forsworn; 10

If so, our copper buys no better treasure.

. Exeunt.

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SCENE I.-A Street.

penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.

O, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert

but my bastard! what a joyful father would st thou Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

make me! Go to, thou hast it ad dunghill, at the Nuth. I praise God for you, sir, your reasons: tingers' ends, as they say. at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea

Hul. O, I smeli ialse Latin; dunghill for unsant without scurrility, willy without ailection, guem. audacious without impudency, learned witbout Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled

did con

from the barbarous. opinion, and strange without heresy.

Do you not educate youu at verse this quondami day with a companion of the the charge-house on the iop of the mountain ? kiny's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don

Hob. Or, mons, the hill. Adriano de Armado.

Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humor is

Hol. I do, sans question. lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his

Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure eye ambitious, his gate niajestical, and his general and atlection, to congratulate the princess at her behavior vain, ridiculous, and thrasomical." He is pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the too picked, too spruce, too atlected, too odd, as it

rude multitude call the afternoon. were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.

Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the

| Takes out his table-book. afternoon: the word is well culld, chose; sweet Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such

Arii. Sir, the king is a noble genueman; and my fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-de-familiar, 1 do assure you, very good friend:--Fór vise companions; such rackers of orthography, as

what is inward between us, let it pass:-1 do beto speak, 'dout, fine, when he should say, doubt: seech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-1 beseech det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; thee, apparel thy head ;-and among other imnot, d, e, t: he clepetti a call, caut'; halt, haur; portunate and most serious designs,- and of great neighbor, rocatur, nebour, neigh abbreviated, ne import indeed, too ;-but let that pass:--for i This is abhominable, (which he would call abominmust tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) able,) it insinuateth me of insaine; Ne intelligis sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with doinine? to make frantic, lunatic.

his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement,. Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

with my mustachio; but sweet heart, let that pass. Hol. Bone?-bone, for bene: Priscian a little By the world, I recount no fable; some certain scratch'd; 'twill serve.

special honors it pleaseth his greatness to impart

to Arinado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Enter ARMADO, Moth, and Costard.

seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of Nath. Videsne quis venit?

all is,-but sweet heart, I do implore secrecy, Hol. Video, et guudeo.

that the king would have me present the princess, Arm. Chirra!

(TO Moth. sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?

show, or pageant, or antic, or fire- work. Now, unArm. Men of peace, well encounter'd.

derstanding that the curate and your sweet self, Hol. Most military sir, salutation.

are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking Moth. They have been at a great feast of lan- out of mirth, as it were, I bave acquainted you guages, and stolen the scraps.110 CostaRn aside. withal, to the end to crave your assistance.

Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine of words! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee worthies.-Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some enfor a word; for thou art not so long by the head as tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of - honorificabilitudinitutious: thou art easier swal- this day, to be rendered by our assistance,--the lowed than a tlap-dragon.

king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Moth. Peace; the peal begins.

and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, Arm. Monsieur, 1 To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? none so fit as to present the nine worthies.

Moth. Yes, yes; be teaches boy's the horn-book: Nath. Where will you tind men worthy enough -What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his to present them? head?

Hot. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant Hol. Ba pueritia, with a horn added.

genileman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because Moth. Bà, most silly sheep, with a horn :-You of his great timb or joint, shall pass Pompey the hear his learning.

great; the page, Hurcules. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the them; or the fifth, if I.

end ot his club. Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.

Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present Moth. The sleep; the other two concludes it; Hurcules in minority: his enter and exit shall be 0, u.

strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterra- that purpose. neum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip,

Moch. An excellent device! so, if any of the snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect? audience hiss, you may cry, Well done, Turcules! true wit.

now thou crushest thé snuke! that is the way to Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which make an offence gracious; though tew have the is wit-old.

grace to do it. Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ?

Arm. For the rest of the worthies? Moth. Horns.

Hol. I will play three myseit. Hot. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman! thy gig.

Arm. Shall I tell you a thing? Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I

Hol. We attend. will whip about your infamy circum circu; A gig

Arm. We will have, if this fadge® not, an antic. of a cuckold's horn!

I beseech you, follow. Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou Hol. Viú, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is word all this while. the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half- Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.

Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
1 Discourses,
• Affectation.


Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will 1 Over-dressed.

Finical exactness.
A small inflammable substance, swallowed in a glass


$ Beard. of wine.

& Suit.

7 Courage.


play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are dance the hay:

catch'd, Hob. Most dull, honest Dull to our sport, away. As wit turn’d ióol : folly, in wisdom hatchd,

Exeunt. Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;

And wit's own grace to grace a learned tool. SCENE II.-Before the Princess's Pavilion.

Ros. The bloout of youth burns not with such Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and


As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, As Toolery in the wise, when wit doth dole ;

Mur. Folly m fools bears not so strong a note,
If lairings come thus plentifully in:
A lady wall d about with dimonds !-

Since all the power thereot' it doth apply, Look you, what I have from the loving king.

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Ros. Madam, come nothing else along with that?

Enter BOYET. Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in rhyme,

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. As would be crammd up in a sheet of paper, Boyet. 0, 1 am stabb with laughter! Where's Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all;

her grace? That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

Prin. Thy news, Boyet ? Ros. That was the way to make his god-head Boyet.

Prepare, madam, preparewax

Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounteu are For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis'd,

Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. Armed in arguments : you'll be surpris d: Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kili'd Muster your wils; stand in your own detence ; your sister.

Ur bide your heads like cowards, and ily hence. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and, heavy; Prin. Samt Denis w saint Cupid! What are they, And so she died : had she been light, like you, That charge their breath againsi us? say, scout, say. Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,

Boyet. Under the cool shade of'a sycamore, She might have been a grandam ere she died: I thought to close mine eyes some hali' an hour : And so may you: for a light heart lives long. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos d rest, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this Toward that shade I might behold addrest light word?

The hing and his companions: warily
Kath. Å light condition in a beauty dark.

I stole into a neighbor thicket by,
Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. And overheard what you shall overhear;
Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuil;' That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.
Therefore, I'll narkly end the argument.

Their lierald is a pretty hnavish page, Ros. Look what you do, you do it still i’ the That well by heart haih conn'd liis embassage: dark.

Action, and accent, did they leach him there; Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Thus nust thou sptuk, and thus thy body beur: Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. 1 And ever and anon they made a doubt, Kath. You weigh me not-0, that's you care Presence majestical would put him out; not for me.

For, quoth the hing, un ungelshalt thou see, Ros. Great reason; for, past cure is still past care. Yet jtur not thuu, but speuk uudaciously.

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. The boy reply'u, An unigel is not evil ; But, Rosaline, you have a favor too;

I should huve juuri her, hud she been a devil. Who sent it? and what is it?

With that ali laugh'u, and clapp'd him on the Rox. I would, you knew:

shoulder; Anif my face were but as fair as yours,

Making the boid wag by their praises bolder. My favor were as great; be witness this.

One rubb’u huis elbow, thus; and leer'd, and swore, Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron :

A beiter speech was never spoke before:
The numbers true ; and, were the numb'ring too, Another with his muger and his thumb,
I were the tairest goddess on the ground:

Cry'u, l'ia! ue wilt du'l, come what will come : I an compared to twenty thousand fairs.

The third he caper , and cried, All goes well: 0, he hath drawil my picture in his letter!

The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he tell Prin. Any thing like?

With that they all did tumble on the ground,
Ros. Much, in the letters: nothing, in the praise. With sucha zealous laughter, su profound,
Prin. Beautevus as ink; a good conclusioni. That in the spleen ridiculous appears,
Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book.

To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Ros. 'Ware pencils! How! let me not die your Prin. But what, bui what, come they to visit us? debtor,

Buyet. They do, they do, and are appareld My red dominical, my golden letter:

thus, 0,that your fice were not so full of O's!

Lihe Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, Kuh. A pox of that jest! and beshrew allshr ws! Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: Irin. But what was sent to you from tair Dumain? And every one his love-leat will advance Kith, Madam, this glove.

into his several mistress; which they'll know Frin.

Did he not send you twain ? By favors several, which they did bestow. Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,

Print. And will they so ! the gallants shall be Some thousand verses of a faithtul lover:

task'd :A huge translation of hypocrisy,

For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ; Vilely compild' profound simplicity.

And not a man of them shall have the grace, Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Lon- Despite of suit, to see a lady s lace.gaville;

Hold, Rosaline, this favor thou shalt wear! The letter is too long by half a mile.

And then the hing will court thee for his dear; Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in heart, Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine; The chain were longer, and the letter short? So shail Birón take me for Rosaline.-Mar. Ay, or I would these bands might never and change your tuvors too; so shall your loves part.

Woo contrary, deceiv d, by these renoves. Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. Ros. Come on then; wear the favors most in sight. Pos. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. kuih. But, in this changing, what is your intent! That same Birón I'll torture ere i yo.

Print. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs: 9, that I knew he were but in by the week! They do it but in mocking merriment: How I would mahe him fawn, and bey, and seek; And mock for mock is only my intent. And wait the season, and observe the times; Their several counsels they unbosom shall And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; To loves mistook ; and so be moch'd withal, And shape his service wholiy to my benests; Upon the next occasion that we meet, And make him proud to make me proud that jests! With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. So porten t-like would I o'ersway his state,

Ros. But shall we dance, if ihey desire us to't? That he shouid be my fool, anu'í his fate.

Prin. No: to the death, we will not move a foot, • Grow.

• Formerly a term of endearment. Nor to their penn d speech render we no grace; 1 In anger.

But, while tis spoke, each turn away her face.


Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's Ros. Since you are strangers and come here by heart,

And quite divorce his memory from his part. We'll not be mce: take hands:-we will not dance,

Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt king. Why take we hands then?
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.


Only to part friends :There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: king. More measure of this measure, be not nice. So shall we stay, mocking intended game;

Ros. We can ailord no more at such a price. And they, well mock d depart away with shame. King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your | Trumpels sound within.

company? Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the Ros. Your absence only. maskers come. (The Ladies mask.


That can never be.

Ros. Then cannot we be bought : and so adieu ; Enter the King, Binox, LONGAVILLE, and Du. Twie: to your visor, and half once to you! MAIN, in Russian habits, and musked ; Moru,

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Musicians, and Attendants.

Rus. In private then. Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! King.

I am best pleas'd with that. Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.

| They converse apart. Moth. A holy parcel of the farist dames,

Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word [The Ladies turn their backs to him.

with thee. That ever turn'd their-backs - to mortal views! Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow so Moth. Thut ever turn'd their eyes to mortal

nice,) views! Out

Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice. Boyet. True ; out, indeed.

There's half a dozen sweets. Moth. Out of your favors, heavenly spirits,


Seventh sweci, adicu! vouchsafe,

Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. Not to behold

Biron. One word in secret. Biron. Once to behold, rogue.


Let it not be sweet. Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,

Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. -with your sun-beamed eyes


Gall ? bitter. Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet;


Therefore meet. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes.

[They converse apart. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me

Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a

word ? Biron. Is this your perfectness? begone, you rogue.

Mar. Name it. Ros. What would these strangers ? know their


Fair lady,-minds, Boyet :


say you so ? Fair lord, I they do speak our language, 'tis our will

Take that for your fair lady. That some plain man recount their purposes :


Please it you, Know what they would.

As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. Boyet. What would you with the princess ?

! They converse apart. Biron. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

Kath. What, was your visor inade without a Ros. What would they, say they ?

tongue ! Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.

Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so begone.

Kuth. (), for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may beyone.

Long. You have a double tongue within your King. Say to her, we have measurid many miles

mask, To tread a measure with her on this grass.

And would allord my speechless visor half. Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many

Kuth. Veal, quoti the Dutchman ;-1s not veal a mile,

a cali? To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Long. A cali, fair lady ? Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches


No, a fair lord calf. Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many,

lung. Let's part the word.

kuih The ineasure then of one is easily told.

No, I'll not be your half. Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles, Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. And many miles; the princess bids you tell,

Long. Look, bow you buit yourself in these How many inches do till up one mile.

sharp mocks? Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Will you give horns, chaste lady ? do not so. Boyet. She hears herself.

kuih. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. Ros. How many weary steps,

Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Of many weary miles you have o'ersone,

Kuth. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you Are number d in the travel of one mile ?


| They converse apart. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for

Boyet. 'i he tongucs of mocking wenches are as

keen you; Our duty is so rich, so infinite,

As is the razor's edge invisible, That we may do it still without accompt.

Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,

Above the sense of sense : so sensible That we, like savages, may worshipit.

Seemeth their conterence; their conceits have wings, Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, switter king. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!

things. Vouchsate, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine

Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, (Those clouds remov'd) upon our wat ry eyne,

break ofi. Ros. () vain petitioner ! beg a greater matter;

Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoil! Thou now request st but moonshine in the water.

King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple King. Then, in our measure do but vochsafe

wils. (Ex unt king, Lords, Moru, one change;

Music, and Attendants. Thou bid'st me bes; this begging is not strange.

Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.Ros. Play, music, then: nay, you must do it Are these breed of wits so wonder'd at ?

Music plays.

Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Not yet ;--no dance :--thus change I like the moon. puild out. King. Will you hot dance? How come you thus

Ros. Well-liking wits they have : gross, gross; estrany d !

fat, tat. Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's

Prin. () poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! chany d.

Will they not, think you, hang themselves tv-night? King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces! The music plays; voucheate some motion to it.

This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. Ros. Our ears vouchsate it.

Ros. ( ! they were all in lamentable cases ! King. But your legs should do it.

Falsify dice, lie.



The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Prin. Biron did swear himselt out of all suit. To lead you tv vur court : vouchsate it then.

Mur. Dumain was at my service, and his sword. Prin. This field shall bold me : aut so hold your No point, a quoth l; my servant straight was mute.

kuth. Lord Longaville said, I came oer his heart; Nor God, nor I, delight in perjurd men. And trow you, what he call d me?

King Rebuke me not for that which you provoke; Prin.

Qualm, perhaps. The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Kath. Yes, in good faith.

Prin. You mch-naine vitue : vice you should Prin. Go, sichness as thou art !

have spoke; Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute- For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. caps.

Now by my maiden honor, yet as pure B it will you hear ? the king is my love sworn.

As the unsullied ly, I protest, Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me. A world of torments though I should endure, kuth. And Longaville was for my service born. I would not yield to be your house's guest : Mur. Dunain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. So much I hate a breaking-cause to be

Buyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear : Ot heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Immediately they will again be here

king. 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, In their own shapes; for it can never be,

Unseen, un visited, much to our shame. They will digest ihis harsh indignity.

Prin. Xot so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ; Prin. Will they return?

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; Brnyet. They will, they will, God knows; A mess of Russians let us but of late. And leap for joy, though they are laine with blows: king. How, madam ? Russians ? Therefore, change favors;s and when they repair,


Ay, in truth, my lord; Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Print. How blow ? how blow? speak to be un- Ros. Madain, speak true:--Ti is not so, my lord; derstood.

My lady, (to the manner of the days,') Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, We four, indeed, confronted here with four Are angels vuiling clouds, or roses blown.

In Russian babit : bere they stay'd an hour.
Prin. A vaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, And talk dapace; and in that hour, my lord,
If they return in their own shapes to woo ? They did not bless us with one happy wurd.

Rus. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis d, I dare not call them tools; but this I think,
Lets moch them still, as well known, as disguis'd; When they are thirsty, tools would tam have drink.
Let us complain to them what fools were here, Birun. This jest is dry to mt--Fair, gentle, sweet,
Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;

Your wit makes wise tuings toolish ; when we greet
And wonder what they were ; and to what end With eyes best seeing heaven's tiery eye,
Their shallow shows, and prologne vilely penn'd, By light we lose light: Your capacity
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

Is of that nature, that to your huge store Should be presented at our tent to us.

W ise things seem toolish, and rich thmes but poor Buyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. Ros. This proves you wise and rich : 1or m my Prin. Whip to our tents, as rocs run over land.


Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. (Exeunt PRINCESS, Ros., KATH., and MARIA. Rus. But that you take what dot to you belong, Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Du- It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. Mais, in their proper habits.

Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the Ros. All the tool mine! princess?


I cannot give you less, Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, Ros. Which of the visors was it that you wore ? Command me any service to her thither !

Biron. Where ! when ? what visor ! why deking. That she vouchsafe me audience for one mand you this ! word.

Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. That hid the worse, and show the better face.

(Exit. king. We are descried : they'll mock us now Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigons peas; downright. And utters it again when God doth please :

Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares

Prin. Amaz'd, my lord! Why looks your highAt wakes and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs ;

ness sad ? And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Ros. Help, hold his brows ! he'll swoon! Why Have not the grace to yrace it with such show.

look you pale ? This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Sea-sick, I think, coming from Moscovy. Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve :

Birun. Thus pour une stars down plagues for He can carve too, and lisp.:. Why, this is he,

perjury, That kisy'd away his hand in courtesy ;

Can any face of brass hold longer out ?This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,

Here stand 1, lady ; dart thy skill at me; That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice

Bruise me with scorn, contound me with a In honorable terms; nay, he can sing.

tlout; A mean' most meanly; and, in ushering,

Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Mend hiin who can : the ladies call him, sweet ;

Cut me to peices with thy keen conceit; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: And I will wish thee never inore to dance, This is the flower that smiles on every one,

Nor never more in Russian habuit wait. To show his teeth as white as whales bone : 0! never will I trust to speeches penn d, And consciences, that will not die in debt,

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

Nor never come in visor to my friend ; King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song; heart,

Tatleta phrases, silken terins precise, That put Armado's page out of his part !

Three-pii'd hyperboles, spruce allectation, Enter the Princess, ushered by Borer Rosas Figures pedantical ; these summer-flies

Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Line, MARIA, KATHARINE, and, Attendants.

I do forswear them: and I here protest, Biron. See where it comes !-Behavior, what By this white glove, (how white the hand, wert thou,

God knows!) Till this man show'u thee? and what art thou now? Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressid king. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :
Prir. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. And, to begin, wenchi,—so God heip me, la !
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or ilaw.
Prin. Then wish me beuer, I will give you leave. Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.
a A quibble on the French adverb of negation.


Yet I have a trick • Better wits may be found among citizens,

Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; • Features, countenances. • Rustic merry meetings.

9 After the fashion of the times. The tenor in music. • Tbe tooth of the horse-whale.

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