Dumain.
King.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And then grace us in the disgrace of death note;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
Therefore, brave conquerors,—for so you are,
That war against your own affections
And the huge army of the world's desires,—
Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little Academe note,
Still and contemplative in living art.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with me
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My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That are recorded in this schedule note here:
Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names,
That his own hand may strike his honour down
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oaths note, and keep it too note.
Long.
I am resolved; 'tis but a three years' fast:
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine:
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite note the wits.
Dum.
My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
The grosser manner of these note world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp note, I pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.
Biron.
I can but say their protestation over;
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
That is, to live and study here three years.
But there are other strict observances;
As, not to see a woman in that term,
Which I hope well is not enrolled there;
And one day in a week to touch no food,
And but one meal on every day beside,
The which I hope is not enrolled there;
And then, to sleep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day,—
When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day,—
Which I hope well is not enrolled there:
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep,
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep!
King.
Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.
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Biron.
Let me say no, my liege, an if you please:
I only swore to study with your grace,
And stay here in your court for three years' space.
Long.
You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest.
Biron.
By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.
What is the end of study? let me know.
King.
Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
Biron.
Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
King.
Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.
Biron.
Come on, then; I will swear to study so,
To know the thing I am forbid to know:
As thus,—to study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid note;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping note oath,
Study to break it, and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus note, and this be so,
Study knows that which yet it doth not know:
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say no.
King.
These be the stops that hinder study quite,
And train our intellects to vain delight.
Biron.
Why note, all delights are vain; but note that most vain,
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look:
Light, seeking light, doth light of light note beguile:
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
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Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
And give him light that it was note blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks:
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base note authority from others' note books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know, is to know nought but fame note;
And every godfather can give a name.
King.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
Dum.
Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!
Long.
He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.
Biron.
The spring is near, when green geese are abreeding.
Dum.
How follows that?
Biron.
Fit in his place and time.
Dum.
In reason nothing.
Biron.
Something, then, in rhyme.
King.
Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
Biron.
Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast,
Before the birds have any note cause to sing?
Why should I joy in any abortive birth?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in note May's new-fangled note shows note;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
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So you, to study note note now it is too late,
Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate note.
King.
Well, sit note you out: go home, Biron: adieu.
Biron.
No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you:
And though I have for barbarism spoke more
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what note I have swore note,
And bide the penance of each three years' day.
Give me the paper; let me read the same;
And to the strict'st note decrees I'll write my name.
King.
How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!
Biron [reads].
‘Item, That no woman shall come within a
mile of my court,’—Hath this been proclaimed?
Long.
Four days ago.
Biron.
Let's see the penalty. [Reads] ‘on pain of
losing her tongue.’ Who devised this penalty? note
Long.
Marry, that did I.
Biron.
Sweet lord, and why?
Long.
To fright them hence with that dread penalty.
Biron note.
A dangerous law against gentility note!
[Reads]
‘Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within
the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest
of the court can possibly note devise.’
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For well you know here comes in embassy
The French king's daughter with yourself to speak,—
A maid of grace and complete majesty,—
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About surrender up of Aquitaine
To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid note father:
Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither note.
King.
What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.
Biron.
So study evermore is overshot:
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.
King.
We must of force dispense with this decree;
She note must lie here on mere necessity.
Biron.
Necessity will make us all note forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years' space;
For every man with his affects is born,
Not by might master'd, but by special grace:
If I break faith, this word shall speak note for me,
I am forsworn on ‘mere necessity.’
So to the laws at large I write my name:
[Subscribes. note
And he that breaks them in the least degree
Stands in attainder of eternal shame:
Suggestions are to other note as to me;
But I believe, although I seem so loth,
I am the last that will last note keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?
King.
Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted
With a refined note traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's note new fashion planted note,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain;
One whom note the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony;
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A man of complements, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,
For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
Biron.
Armado is a most illustrious wight,
A man of fire-new note words, fashion's own knight.
Long.
Costard the swain and he shall be our sport;
And, so to study, three years is note but short.
Enter Dull with a letter, and Costard note.
Dull.
Which is the Duke's note own person?
Biron.
This, fellow: what wouldst?
Dull.
I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his
Grace's tharborough note: but I would see his own person in
flesh and blood.
Biron.
This is he.
Dull.
Signior Arme—Arme—commends you. There's
villany abroad: this letter will tell you more.
Cost.
Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me.
King.
A letter from the magnificent Armado.
Biron.
How low soever the matter, I hope in God for
high words.
Long.
A high hope for a low heaven note: God grant us
patience!
Biron.
To hear? or forbear laughing note?
Long.
To hear meekly, sir, and note to laugh moderately;
or to forbear both.
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Biron.
Well, sir, be it as the style shall give as us cause
to climb note in the merriness.
Cost.
The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta.
The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner note.
Biron.
In what manner?
Cost.
In manner and form following, sir; all those
three: I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting with
her upon the form, and taken following her into the park;
which, put together, is in manner and form following. Now,
sir, for the manner,—it is note the manner of a man to speak to
a woman: for the form,—in some form.
Biron.
For the following, sir?
Cost.
As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend
the right!
King.
Will you hear this letter with attention?
Biron.
As we would hear an oracle.
Cost.
Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after
the flesh.
King [reads].
‘Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole
dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god, and body's fostering
patron.’—
Cost.
Not a word of Costard yet.
King [reads].
‘So it is,’—
Cost.
It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling
true, but so note.
King.
Peace!
Cost.
Be to me, and every man that dares not fight!
King.
No words!
Cost.
Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.
King [reads].
‘So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy,
I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most
wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman,
betook myself to walk. The time when. About the sixth hour; when
beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment
which is called supper: so much for the time when. Now for
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the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy
park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that
obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white
pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest,
surveyest, or seest: but to the place where,—it standeth north-north-east
and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden:
there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow note of thy
mirth,’—
Cost.
Me?
King [reads].
‘that unlettered small-knowing soul,’—
Cost.
Me?
King [reads].
‘that shallow vassal note,’—
Cost.
Still me? note
King [reads].
‘which, as I remember, hight Costard,’—
Cost.
O, me!
King [reads].
‘sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established
proclaimed edict and continent canon, which note with,—O, with—
but with this I passion to say wherewith,’—
Cost.
With a wench.
King [reads].
‘with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female;
or, for thy more sweet note understanding, a woman. Him I, as my ever-esteemed
duty pricks me on, have sent to thee, to receive the meed note
of punishment, by thy note sweet Grace's officer, Anthony Dull; a man of
good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.’
Dull.
Me, an't shall please you; I am Anthony Dull.
King [reads].
‘For Jaquenetta,—so is the weaker vessel called
which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,—I keep note her as a vessel note
of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her
to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat
of duty.
Don Adriano note de Armado.’
Biron.
This is not so well as I looked for, but the best
that ever I heard.
King.
Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what
say you to this?
Cost.
Sir, I confess the wench.
King.
Did you hear the proclamation?
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Cost.
I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of
the marking of it.
King.
It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be
taken with a wench.
Cost.
I was taken with none, sir: I note was taken with a
damsel note.
King.
Well, it was proclaimed damsel note.
Cost.
This was no damsel note neither, sir; she was a virgin.
King.
It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed virgin.
Cost.
If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with
a maid.
King.
This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
Cost.
This maid will serve my turn, sir.
King.
Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall
fast a week with bran and water.
Cost.
I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
King.
And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
My Lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er:
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.
[Exeunt note King, Longaville, and Dumain.
Biron.
I'll lay my head to any good man's hat note,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
note
Sirrah, come on.
Cost.
I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was
taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and,
therefore, welcome the sour cup of prosperity note! Affliction
may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee note down,
sorrow!
[Exeunt.
-- 107 --
note.
Scene II [Footnote:
The same. note
Enter Armado note and Moth.
Arm.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
grows melancholy?
Moth.
A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
Arm.
Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing,
dear imp.
Moth.
No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
Arm.
How canst thou part sadness and melancholy,
my tender juvenal?
Moth.
By a familiar demonstration of the working,
my tough senior note.
Arm.
Why tough senior note? why tough senior?
Moth.
Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
Arm.
I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton note
appertaining to thy young days, which we may
nominate tender.
Moth.
And I, tough senior note, as an appertinent title to
your old time, which we may name tough.
Arm.
Pretty and apt.
Moth.
How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying
apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm.
Thou pretty, because little.
Moth.
Little pretty note, because little. Wherefore apt?
Arm.
And therefore apt note, because quick.
Moth.
Speak you this in my praise, master?
Arm.
In thy condign praise.
Moth.
I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm.
What, that an eel is ingenious note?
Moth.
That an eel is quick.
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Arm.
I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest
my blood.
Moth.
I am answered, sir.
Arm.
I love not to be crossed.
Moth. [Aside note]
He speaks the mere contrary note; crosses
love not him.
Arm.
I have promised to study three years with the
Duke note.
Moth.
You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm.
Impossible.
Moth.
How many is one thrice told?
Arm.
I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth note the spirit of a
tapster.
Moth.
You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
Arm.
I confess both: they are both the varnish of a
complete man.
Moth.
Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross
sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm.
It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth.
Which the base vulgar do note call three.
Arm.
True.
Moth.
Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now
here is note three studied, ere ye'll note thrice wink: and how easy it
is note to put years to the word three, and study three years in
two words, the dancing horse will tell you.
Arm.
A most fine figure!
note
Moth.
To prove you a cipher.
Arm.
I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it
is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base
wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection
would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I
would take Desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French
courtier for a new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh:
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methinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort me, boy:
what great men have been in love?
Moth.
Hercules, master.
Arm.
Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear
boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of
good repute and carriage.
Moth.
Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage,
great carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his
back like a porter: and he was in love.
Arm.
O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I
do excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in
carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's
love, my dear Moth?
Moth.
A woman, master.
Arm.
Of what complexion?
Moth.
Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one
of the four.
Arm.
Tell me precisely of what complexion.
Moth.
Of the sea-water green, sir.
Arm.
Is that one of the four complexions?
Moth.
As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
Arm.
Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to
have a love of that colour, methinks Samson had small
reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.
Moth.
It was so, sir; for she had a green wit note.
Arm.
My note love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth.
Most maculate note thoughts, master, are masked
under such colours.
Arm.
Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist
me!
Arm.
Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
pathetical note!
Moth.
If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing note cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale white shown:
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Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white
and red.
Arm.
Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the
Beggar?
Moth.
The world was very guilty note of such a ballad
some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be
found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing
nor the tune.
Arm.
I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I
may example my digression by some mighty precedent.
Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the park
with the rational note hind Costard: she deserves well.
Moth. [Aside note]
To be whipped; and yet a better love
than my master note.
Arm.
Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love note.
Moth.
And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Arm.
I say, sing.
Moth.
Forbear till this company be past.
Enter note Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.
Dull.
Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard
safe: and you must suffer him to note take no delight nor no
penance; but a' note must fast three days a week. For this
damsel, I must keep her at the park: she is allowed for
notethe day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm.
I do betray myself with blushing. Maid.
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Jaq.
Man.
Arm.
I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq.
That's hereby.
Arm.
I know where it is situate.
Jaq.
Lord, how wise you are!
Arm.
I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq.
With that note face?
Arm.
I love thee.
Jaq.
So I heard you say.
Arm.
And so, farewell.
Jaq.
Fair weather after you!
Dull note.
Come, Jaquenetta, away!
[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta note.
Arm note.
Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou
be pardoned.
Cost.
Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a
full stomach.
Arm.
Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Cost.
I am more bound to you than your fellows, for
they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm.
Take away this villain; shut him up.
Moth.
Come, you transgressing slave; away!
Cost.
Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast note, being loose.
Moth.
No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to
prison.
Cost.
Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
that I have seen, some shall see.
Moth.
What shall some see?
Cost.
Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look
upon. It is not note for prisoners to be too note silent in their words note;
and therefore I will say nothing: I thank God I have as
little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and Costard.
-- 112 --
Arm.
I do affect the very ground, which is base, where
her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest,
doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument
of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love
which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is
a devil: there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson note
so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was
Solomon note so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's
butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club; and therefore too
much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second
cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not,
the duello note he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy;
but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier!
be still, drum! for your manager note is in love; yea, he loveth.
Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I
shall turn sonnet note. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for
whole volumes in folio.
[Exit note.
note
ACT II. [Footnote:
Scene I.
The same.
Enter note the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants.
Boyet.
Now, madam, summon up your dearest note spirits:
Consider who note the king your father sends;
To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
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Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As Nature was in making graces dear,
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin note.
Good Lord note Boyet, my beauty, though note but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise note of mine.
But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
You note are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall outwear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to's seemeth note it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes note personal conference with his Grace:
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visaged note suitors, his high will.
Boyet.
Proud of employment, willingly I go.
Prin.
All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
[Exit Boyet note.
-- 114 --
note
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
First Lord.
Lord Longaville note is one.
Prin.
Know you note the man?
Mar. note
I know note him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
In note Normandy note, saw I this Longaville:
A man of sovereign parts note he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts note, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
If virtue's gloss note will stain with any soil,
Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare note that come within his power.
Prin.
Some merry mocking note lord, belike; is't so?
Mar.
They say so most that most his humours know.
Prin.
Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest? note
Kath.
The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do most note harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace, though he note had no wit.
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I saw him at the Duke Alençon's note once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.
Ros.
Another of these note students at that time
Was there with him, if note I have heard a truth note.
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit note;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble note is his discourse.
Prin.
God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
First Lord note.
Here comes Boyet.
Re-enter Boyet.
Prin.
Now, what admittance, lord?
Boyet.
Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much note I have learnt:
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeeled note house.
note
Here comes Navarre.
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noteEnter King, note Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants note.
King.
Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.
Prin.
‘Fair’ I give you back again; and ‘welcome’ I
have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours;
and welcome to the wide note fields too base to be mine.
King.
You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.
Prin.
I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.
King.
Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
Prin.
Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
King.
Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.
Prin.
Why, will shall break it; will note, and nothing else.
King.
Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin.
Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
And sin note to break it.
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold note:
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
King.
Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin.
You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjured, if you make me stay.
Biron.
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ros note.
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron.
I know you did.
Ros. note
How needless was it, then, to ask the question!
Biron.
You must not be so quick. note
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Ros. note
'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.
Biron.
Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
Ros. note
Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron.
What time o' day?
Ros. note
The hour that fools should ask.
Biron.
Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. note
Fair fall the face it covers!
Biron.
And send you many lovers!
Ros. note
Amen, so you be none.
Biron.
Nay, then will I be gone.
King.
Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a note hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire sum
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say that he or we, as neither have,
Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which note,
One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
Although not valued to the money's worth.
If, then, the king your father will restore
But that one-half which is unsatisfied note,
We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
And hold fair friendship with his Majesty.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid note
A note hundred thousand crowns; and not demands note,
On note payment of a note hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitaine;
Which we much rather had depart withal,
And have the money by our father note lent,
Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is.
Dear princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast,
And go well satisfied to France again.
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Prin.
You do the king my father too much wrong,
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confess receipt
Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
King.
I do protest I never heard of it;
And if note you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitaine.
Prin.
We arrest your word.
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For such a sum from special officers
Of Charles his father.
King.
Satisfy me so.
Boyet.
So please your Grace, the packet is not come,
Where that and other specialties are bound:
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
King.
It shall suffice me: at which interview
All liberal reason I will note yield unto.
Meantime receive such welcome at my hand
As honour, without breach of honour, may
Make tender of to thy true worthiness:
You may not come, fair princess, in note my gates;
But here without you shall be so received
As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart,
Though so denied fair note harbour in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
To-morrow shall we note visit you again.
Prin.
Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace!
King.
Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
[Exit note.
Biron. note
Lady, I will commend you to mine own note heart.
Ros.
Pray note you, do my commendations; I would be
glad to see it.
Biron. note
I would you heard it groan.
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Ros.
Is the fool note sick?
Biron. note
Sick at the heart.
Ros.
Alack, let it blood.
Biron. note
Would that do it good?
Ros.
My physic says ‘ay’.
Biron.
Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros.
No point note, with my knife.
Biron. note
Now, God save thy life!
Ros.
And yours from long living!
Biron. note
I cannot stay thanksgiving. note
[Retiring. note
Dum.
Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?
Boyet.
The heir of Alençon, Katharine note her name.
note
Dum.
A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
[Exit.
Long.
I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
Boyet.
A woman sometimes note, an note you saw her in the light.
Long.
Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.
Boyet.
She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.
Long.
Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Boyet.
Her mother's, I have heard.
Long.
God's blessing on your note beard!
Boyet.
Good sir, be not offended. note
She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Long.
Nay, my choler is ended note.
She is a most sweet lady.
note
Boyet.
Not unlike, sir, that may be.
[Exit Long.
Biron.
What's her name in the cap?
Boyet.
Rosaline note, by good hap.
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Biron.
Is she wedded or no?
Boyet.
To her will, sir, or so.
Biron.
You note are welcome, sir: adieu.
Boyet.
Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.
[Exit Biron note.
Mar.
That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord:
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet.
And every jest but a word.
Prin.
It was well done of you to take him at his word.
Boyet.
I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.
Mar.
Two hot sheeps, marry.
Boyet.
And wherefore not ships? note
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
Mar.
You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
Boyet.
So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering note to kiss her.
Mar.
Not so, gentle beast:
My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet.
Belonging to whom?
Mar.
To my fortunes and me.
Prin.
Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree note:
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused note.
note
Boyet.
If my observation, which very seldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin.
With what?
Boyet.
With that which we lovers entitle affected.
Prin.
Your reason?
Boyet.
Why, all his behaviours did note make their note retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough note desire:
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His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only note looking on fairest of fair:
Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tendering their own worth from where note they were glass'd,
Did point you note to buy them, along as you pass'd:
His face's own margent did quote note such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
I'll give you Aquitaine, and note all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
Prin.
Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed. note
Boyet.
But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclosed.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. note
Ros.
Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilfully.
Mar.
He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.
Ros.
Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim.
Boyet.
Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar.
No.
Boyet.
What then, do you see?
Ros.
Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet.
You are too hard for me.
[Exeunt.
-- 122 --
note
ACT III. [Footnote:
note
Scene I. [Footnote:
The same.
Enter Armado and Moth. note
Arm.
Warble, child; make passionate my sense of
hearing.
Moth.
Concolinel.
[Singing.
Arm.
Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this
key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.
Moth.
Master note, will you win your love with a French
brawl?
Arm.
How meanest thou? brawling in French?
Moth.
No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
the tongue's end, canary to it with your note feet, humour it with
turning up your eyelids note, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime note
through the throat, as if note you swallowed love with singing
love, sometime note through the nose note, as if you snuffed up
love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the
shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly note
doublet note, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your
pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too
long in one tune, but a snip and away. These are complements note,
these are humours; these betray nice wenches, that
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would be betrayed without these; and make them men of
note—do you note me?—that note most are affected to these.
Arm.
How hast thou purchased this experience?
Moth.
By my penny note of observation.
Arm.
But O,—but O,—
Moth.
‘The hobby-horse is forgot.’
Arm.
Callest thou my love ‘hobby-horse’?
Moth.
No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and
your love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your
love?
Arm.
Almost I had.
Moth.
Negligent student! learn her by heart.
Arm.
By heart and in heart, boy.
Moth.
And out of heart, master: all those three I will
prove.
Arm.
What wilt thou prove?
Moth.
A man, if I live; and this, note by, in, and without note,
upon the instant: by heart you love her, because your heart
cannot come by her note; in heart you love her, because your
heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her,
being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.
Arm.
I am all these three.
Moth.
And three times as much more, and yet nothing
at all.
Arm. note
Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.
Moth.
A message note well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
for an ass.
Arm.
Ha, ha! what sayest thou?
Moth.
Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the
horse, for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.
Arm.
The way is but short: away!
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Moth.
As swift as lead, sir.
Arm.
The note meaning, pretty ingenious note?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?
Moth.
Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no.
Arm.
I say lead is slow.
Moth.
You are too swift, sir, to say so note:
Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?
Arm.
Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:
I shoot thee at the swain.
Moth.
Thump, then, and I flee note.
[Exit.
Arm.
A most acute juvenal; volable note and free note of grace!
By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face:
Most rude note melancholy, valour gives thee place.
My herald is return'd.
noteRe-enter Moth with Costard.
Moth.
A wonder, master! here's a Costard broken in a shin.
Arm.
Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy note l'envoy; begin note.
Cost.
No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the
mail note, sir: O, note sir, plantain, a plain note plantain! no l'envoy, no
l'envoy; no salve note, sir, but a plantain!
Arm.
By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs note provokes me
to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the
inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word note l'envoy
for a salve?
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Moth.
Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?
Arm.
No, page note: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain note.
I will example it:
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
There's the moral. Now the l'envoy.
Moth.
I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
Arm.
The fox, the ape, the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
Moth.
Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding note four note.
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my
l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
Arm. note
Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding note four.
Moth.
A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
desire more?
Cost.
The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat.
Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose:
Let me see; a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Arm.
Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin?
Moth.
By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin.
Then call'd you for the note l'envoy.
Cost.
True, and I for a plantain: thus came your argument in;
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought;
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And he ended the market.
Arm.
But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in
a shin?
Moth.
I will tell you sensibly.
Cost.
Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak
that l'envoy:
I Costard note, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm.
We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost.
Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm.
Sirrah Costard note, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost.
O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some
l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Arm.
By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at
liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured note, restrained,
captivated, bound.
Cost.
True, true; and now you will be my purgation,
and let me loose note note.
Arm.
I give thee thy liberty, set thee from note durance;
and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: bear
this significant [giving a letter] to the country maid Jaquenetta:
there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine
honour note is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.
[Exit.
Moth.
Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
Cost.
My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew note!
[Exit Moth.
Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O,
that's the latin word for three farthings: three farthings—
remuneration.—‘What's the price of this inkle note?’—‘One
penny note.’—‘No, I'll give you a remuneration:’ why, it carries
-- 127 --
it. Remuneration! note why, it is a fairer name than French note
crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
noteEnter Biron.
Biron.
O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.
Cost.
Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a
man buy for a remuneration?
Biron.
What note is a remuneration?
Cost.
Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.
Biron.
note
Why, then, three-farthing worth note of silk.
Cost.
I thank your worship: God be wi' you!
Biron.
Stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win note my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.
Cost.
When would you have it done, sir?
Biron.
This afternoon.
Cost.
Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well.
Biron.
Thou knowest not what it is.
Cost.
I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Biron.
Why, villain, thou must know note first.
Cost.
I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron.
It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it
is but this:
The princess note comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
[Giving him a shilling note.
Cost.
Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration
-- 128 --
a 'leven-pence note farthing better: most sweet gardon! I
will do it, sir, in print note. Gardon note! Remuneration!
[Exit.
Biron.
And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been
love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous note sigh;
A critic, nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy;
Than whom no mortal so note magnificent! note
This wimpled note, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior note, giant-dwarf note, Dan note Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting 'paritors:—O my little heart!—
And I to be a corporal of his field note,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What! I love! I sue! note I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock note,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright note, being a note watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
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And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A wightly note wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan note:
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.
[Exit.
note
ACT IV. [Footnote:
Scene I.
The same.
Enter note the Princess, and her train, a Forester, Boyet, Rosaline, Maria, and Katharine.
Prin.
Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising note of the hill?
Boyet note.
I know not; but I think it was not he.
Prin.
Whoe'er a' was, a' showed a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:
On note Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
For.
Hereby note, upon the edge of yonder coppice note;
A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin.
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
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For.
Pardon me, madam note, for I meant not so.
Prin.
What, what? first praise me, and again note say no?
O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
For.
Yes, madam, fair.
Prin.
Nay, never paint me now:
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For.
Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin.
See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
O heresy in fair note, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair note praise.
But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't note;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And, out of question, so it is sometimes,
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When, for fame's sake, for praise note, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer's note blood, that note my heart means no ill.
Boyet.
Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?
Prin.
Only for praise: and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a note lord note.
Boyet.
Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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Enter Costard.
Cost.
God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the
head lady?
Prin.
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that
have no heads.
Cost.
Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
Prin.
The thickest and the tallest.
Cost.
The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit note,
One o' these maids' girdles for your waist note should be fit.
Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.
Prin.
What's your will note, sir? what's your will?
Cost.
I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.
Prin.
O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.
Boyet.
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.
Prin.
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
Boyet. [reads].
By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible;
true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely. More
fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have
commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most
illustrate note king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate
beggar Zenelophon note; and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi,
vici; which to annothanize note in the vulgar,—O base and obscure vulgar!
—videlicet note, He came, saw note, and overcame: he came, one; saw note,
two; overcame note, three. Who came? the king: why did he come? to
see: why did he see? to overcome: to whom came he? to the beggar:
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what saw he? the beggar: who overcame he? note the beggar. The conclusion
is victory: on whose side? the king's note. The captive note is enriched:
on whose side? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial:
on whose side? the king's: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am
the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth
thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I
enforce thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I will. What
shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; for tittles? titles; for thyself?
me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my
eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine, in the
dearest design of industry,
Don Adriano note de Armado note.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.
Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play:
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
Prin.
What plume of feathers note is he that indited this letter?
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?
Boyet.
I am much deceived but I remember the style.
Prin.
Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.
Boyet.
This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;
A phantasime note, a Monarcho note, and one that makes sport
To the prince and his bookmates.
Prin.
Thou fellow, a word:
Who gave thee this letter?
Cost.
I told you; my lord.
Prin.
To whom shouldst thou give it?
Cost.
From my lord to my lady.
Prin.
From which lord to which lady?
Cost.
From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline.
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Prin.
Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords note, away.
[To Ros.]
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.
[Exeunt note Princess and train.
Boyet.
Who is the suitor? who is the suitor note?
Ros.
Shall I teach you to know?
Boyet.
Ay, my continent of beauty.
Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off!
Boyet.
My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on!
Ros.
Well, then, I am the shooter.
Boyet.
And who is your deer?
Ros.
If we choose by the note horns, yourself come not near.
Finely put on, indeed!
Mar.
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.
Boyet.
But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now?
Ros.
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that
was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as
touching the hit it?
Boyet.
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was
a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.
Ros.
Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
note
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
Boyet.
An note I cannot, cannot, cannot,
note
An I cannot, another can.
[Exeunt Ros. and Kath. note
Cost.
By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!
Mar.
A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it note.
-- 134 --
Boyet.
A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.
Mar.
Wide o' the bow-hand! i' faith, your hand is out.
Cost.
Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout.
Boyet.
An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
Cost.
Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin note.
Mar.
Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
Cost.
She's too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl.
Boyet.
I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
[Exeunt Boyet and Maria.
Cost.
By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown!
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down!
O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit!
When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.
Armado o' th' one note side,—O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan!
note
To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' will swear!
And his page o' t' other note side, that handful of wit note!
Ah, heavens, it is a most note pathetical nit!
Sola, sola! note
[Shout within. note
[Exit Costard, running.
-- 135 --
Scene II.
The same.
Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.
Nath.
Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the
testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. note
The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood note; ripe
as the note pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear
of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth
like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth.
Nath.
Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are
sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I assure
ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Hol.
Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Dull.
'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.
Hol.
Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation,
as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it
were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were,
his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated,
unpruned, untrained, or, rather, unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed
fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
Dull.
I said the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a
pricket.
Hol.
Twice-sod simplicity, bis coctus!
O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
Nath.
Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;
he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink:
his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal note, only
sensible in the duller parts:
note
And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be,
Which we of taste and feeling are, for those note parts that do note fructify in us more than he.
-- 136 --
For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet note, or a fool,
So were there a patch set on learning, to see note him in a school:
But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Dull.
You two are book-men: can you tell me note by your wit
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five weeks old as yet?
Hol.
Dictynna note, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.
Dull.
What is Dictynna note?
Nath.
A title note to Phœbe, to Luna, to the moon.
Hol.
The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,
And raught note not to five weeks when he came to five-score.
The allusion holds in the exchange.
Dull.
'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.
Hol.
God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion
holds in the exchange.
Dull.
And I say, the pollusion note holds in the exchange;
for the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside
that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed.
Hol.
Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph note
on the death of the deer? And, to humour the ignorant note,
call I note the deer the princess killed a note pricket.
Nath.
Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it
shall please you to abrogate scurrility note.
Hol.
I will something affect the letter, for it argues
facility.
-- 137 --
The preyful note princess pierced and prickd a pretty pleasing pricket;
Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell: put L note to sore, then sorel jumps note from thicket;
Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.
If sore be sore, then L note to sore makes fifty sores one sorel note.
Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L. note
Nath.
A rare talent!
Dull. [Aside]
If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
him with a talent.
Hol. note
This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish
extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects,
ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot
in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia
mater note, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But
the gift is good in those in whom note it is acute, and I am
thankful for it.
Nath.
Sir, I praise the Lord for you: and so may my note
parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and
their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a
good member of the commonwealth.
Hol.
Mehercle, if their sons be ingenuous note, they shall
want no instruction; if their daughters be capable, I will
put it to them: but vir sapit note qui pauca loquitur; a soul
feminine saluteth us.
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
Jaq.
God give you good morrow, master Parson note.
Hol.
Master Parson, quasi pers-on note. An if one
should be pierced, which is the one?
-- 138 --
Cost.
Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest note to
a hogshead.
Hol.
Piercing note a hogshead! a good lustre note of conceit in
a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a
swine: 'tis pretty; it is well. note
Jaq.
Good master Parson note, be so good as read me this
letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don
Armado: I beseech you, read it.
Hol.
Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne note sub
umbra Ruminat,—and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan!
I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice;
Venetia, Venetia,
Chi non ti vede non ti pretia note.
Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee not,
loves thee not note. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. Under pardon, sir,
what are the contents? or rather, as Horace says in his—
What, my soul, verses?
Nath.
Ay, sir, and very learned.
Hol.
Let me hear a staff, a stanze note, a verse; lege, domine.
Nath. [reads]
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
Ah note, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd!
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful note prove;
Those thoughts to me were note oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd.
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live that art would note comprehend:
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend;
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire:
-- 139 --
Thy eye Jove's lightning bears note, thy voice his dreadful thunder,
Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O, pardon love this note wrong,
That sings note heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue.
Hol.
You find not the apostrophas, and so miss the
accent: let me supervise the canzonet note. Here are only numbers
ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden
cadence of poesy, caret note. Ovidius Naso was the man: and
why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous
flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari note is nothing:
so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired note
horse his rider. But, damosella virgin, was this directed
to you note?
Jaq.
Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the
strange queen's lords note.
Hol.
I will overglance the superscript: ‘To the snow-white
hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline.’ I will look
again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of
the party writing note to the person written unto: ‘Your ladyship's
in note all desired employment, Biron note.’ Sir Nathaniel note, this
Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath
framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which
accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.
Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal note
hand of the king: it may concern much. Stay not thy
compliment; I forgive thy duty: adieu. note
Jaq.
Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!
-- 140 --
Cost.
Have with thee, my girl.
[Exeunt note Cost. and Jaq.
Nath.
Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very
religiously; and, as a certain father saith,—
Hol.
Sir, tell not me of the father; I do fear colourable
colours. But to return to the verses: did they please
you, Sir Nathaniel?
Nath.
Marvellous well for the pen.
Hol.
I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil
of mine; where, if, before note repast note, it shall please you to
gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I
have with the parents of the foresaid child or note pupil, undertake
your ben venuto note; where I will prove those verses to
be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor
invention: I beseech your society.
Nath.
And thank you too; for society, saith the text,
is the happiness of life.
Hol.
And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes
it. [To Dull] Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not say
me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at their game,
and we will to our recreation.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene III. [Footnote:
The same.
Enter Biron, with a paper.
Biron.
The king he note is hunting the deer; I am coursing
myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch note,—
pitch that defiles: defile! a foul word. Well, set note thee
down, sorrow! for so they say the fool said, and so say I,
and I the fool note: well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is
as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep note: well
-- 141 --
proved again o' my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me;
i' faith, I will not. O, but her eye,—by this light, but for
her eye, I would not love her note; yes, for her two eyes. Well,
I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By
heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to
be melancholy note; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my
melancholy note. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already: the
clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet
clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would
not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
[Stands aside. note
Enter the King, with a paper.
King.
Ay me!
Biron. [Aside]
Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid:
thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left
pap. In faith, secrets!
King. [reads].
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote note
The night of dew note that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt note keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far dost thou note excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper:—
-- 142 --
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
[Steps aside.
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.
Biron.
Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear!
Enter Longaville, with a paper.
Long.
Ay me, I am forsworn!
Biron.
Why, he comes in like a perjure note, wearing
papers.
King.
In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame!
Biron.
One drunkard loves another of the name.
Long.
Am I the first that have been perjured so?
Biron.
I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know:
Thou makest the triumviry note, the corner-cap of society,
The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
Long.
I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Biron.
O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose:
Disfigure not his slop note.
Long.
This same shall go.
[Reads.
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world cannot note hold argument,
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve note not punishment.
A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly note, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
Vows are but breath note, and breath a vapour is:
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost note shine,
-- 143 --
Exhalest note this vapour-vow; in thee it is:
If broken then, note it is no fault of mine:
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To lose note an oath to win a paradise?
Biron.
This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry note.
note
God amend us, God amend! note we are much out o' the way.
Long.
By whom shall I send this?—Company! stay.
[Steps aside.
Biron.
All hid, all hid, an old infant play.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,
And wretched fools' note secrets heedfully o'er-eye.
More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
Enter Dumain with a paper. note
Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish!
Dum.
O most divine Kate!
Biron.
O most profane coxcomb!
Dum.
By heaven, the wonder note in note a mortal eye!
Biron.
By earth, she is not, corporal note, there you lie.
Dum.
Her amber hairs note for foul hath note amber quoted note note.
Biron.
An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
Dum.
As upright as the cedar.
note
Biron.
Stoop, I say;
Her shoulder is with child.
Dum.
As fair as day.
Biron.
Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
Dum.
O that I had my wish!
Long.
And I had mine!
-- 144 --
King.
And I note mine too, good Lord!
Biron.
Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?
Dum.
I would forget her; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
Biron.
A fever in your blood! why, then incision
Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision!
Dum.
Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.
Biron.
Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.
Dum. [reads note]
On a day—alack the day!—
Love, whose month is note ever May note,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the note wind,
All unseen, can note passage find;
That the lover note, sick to death,
Wish note himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow note;
Air, note would I might triumph so!
But, alack note, my hand is note sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn note;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee note;
Thou note for whom Jove note would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
-- 145 --
This will I send and something else more plain,
That shall express my true love's fasting note pain.
O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
For none offend where all alike do dote.
Long. [advancing].
Dumain, thy love is far from charity,
That in love's grief desirest society:
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'erheard note and taken napping so.
King [advancing].
Come, sir, you blush; note as his your case is such;
You chide note at him, offending twice as much;
You do not love Maria; note Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush
And mark'd you both and for you both did blush:
I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion,
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
Ay note me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
One, her note hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes:
You would for paradise break faith and troth;
[To Long. note
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
To Dum. note
What will Biron say when that he shall hear
Faith note infringed, which such zeal note did swear?
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit!
How will he triumph, leap note and laugh at it!
For all the wealth that ever I note did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
-- 146 --
Biron.
Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
[Advancing. note
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!
Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove
These worms for loving, that art note most in love?
Your eyes do make no coaches; in note your tears
There is no certain princess that appears;
You'll not be perjured, 'tis a hateful thing;
Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!
But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,
All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?
You found his mote; the king your mote note did see;
But I a beam do find in each of three.
O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,
Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!
O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
To see a king transformed to a gnat note!
To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
And profound Solomon to tune note a jig,
And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys note!
Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain?
And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
And where my liege's? all about the breast:
A caudle note, ho!
King.
Too bitter is thy jest.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Biron.
Not you to me, but I betray'd by you note:
I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
To break the vow I am engaged in;
I am betray'd, by keeping company
With men like you, men of inconstancy note.
-- 147 --
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme?
Or groan for love note? or spend a minute's time
In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
A leg, a limb? note—
King.
Soft! whither away so fast?
A true man or a thief that gallops so?
Biron.
I post from love: good lover, let me go.
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
note
Jaq.
God bless the king!
King.
What present note hast thou there?
Cost.
Some certain treason.
King.
What makes treason here?
Cost.
Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
King.
If it mar nothing neither,
The treason and you go in peace away note together.
Jaq.
I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson note misdoubts it; 'twas note treason, he said.
King.
Biron, read it over.
[Giving him the paper. note
Where hadst thou it?
Jaq.
Of Costard.
King.
Where hadst thou it?
Cost.
Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
[Biron tears the letter. note
King.
How now! what is in note you? why dost thou tear it?
Biron.
A toy, my liege, a toy: your Grace needs not fear it.
-- 148 --
Long.
It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.
Dum.
It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
[Gathering note up the pieces.
Biron. [To Costard]
Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were born to do me shame.
Guilty, my lord note, guilty! I confess, I confess.
King.
What?
Biron.
That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess:
He, he, and you, and you note, my liege, and I,
Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
Dum.
Now the number is even.
Biron.
True, true; we are four.
Will these turtles be gone? note
King.
Hence, sirs; away!
Cost.
Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
[Exeunt note Costard and Jaquenetta.
Biron.
Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!
As true we are as flesh and blood can be:
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show note his face;
Young blood doth not obey an old decree:
We cannot cross the cause why we were note born;
Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn.
King.
What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?
Biron.
Did they, quoth you note? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,
That, like a rude and savage man of Inde,
At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Bows not his vassal head and strucken note blind
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
-- 149 --
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
That is not blinded by her majesty?
King.
What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now?
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon;
She an attending star, scarce seen a light.
Biron.
My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron:
O, but for my love, day would turn to night!
Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,—
Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not:
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs,
She passes praise; then note praise too short doth blot.
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy:
O, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine.
King.
By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.
Biron.
Is ebony like her? O wood note divine!
A wife of such wood were felicity.
O, who can give an oath? where is a book?
That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack,
If that she learn not of her eye to look:
No face is fair that is not full so black.
King.
O paradox! Black is note the badge of hell,
The hue of dungeons and the school note of night;
note
And beauty's crest note becomes the heavens well.
Biron.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
-- 150 --
O, if in black my lady's brows note be deck'd,
It mourns that painting and note usurping note hair
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
Her favour turns the fashion of the days note,
For native blood is counted painting now;
And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
Dum.
To look like her are chimney-sweepers black note.
Long.
And since her time are colliers counted bright.
King.
And Ethiopes of their sweet note complexion crack note.
Dum.
Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
Biron.
Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their note colours should be wash'd away.
King.
'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain,
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.
Biron.
I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here.
King.
No devil will fright thee then so much as she.
Dum.
I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
Long.
Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see.
Biron.
O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread!
Dum.
O vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies note
The street should see as she walk'd overhead.
King.
But what of this? are we not all in love?
Biron.
Nothing note so sure; and thereby all forsworn.
King.
Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.
Dum.
Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
Long.
O, some authority how to proceed;
Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
Dum.
Some salve for perjury.
-- 151 --
Biron.
'Tis note more than need.
Have at you, then, affection's men note at arms.
Consider what you first did swear unto,
To fast, to study, and to see no woman;
Flat treason 'gainst note the kingly state of youth.
Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young;
And abstinence engenders maladies.
And where that you have vow'd to study, lords,
In that each of you have note forsworn his book,
Can you still dream and pore and thereon look?
note
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?
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
They are the ground, the books, the academes
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
Why, universal plodding prisons note up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy note vigour of the traveller.
Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes
And study too, the causer of your vow;
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty note as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself
And where we are our learning likewise is
Then when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
Do note we not likewise see our learning there?
O, we have made a vow to study, lords,
And in that vow we have forsworn our books.
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,
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In leaden contemplation have found out
Such fiery numbers note as the prompting eyes
Of beauty's note tutors have enrich'd you with?
Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;
And therefore, finding barren practisers,
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil:
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head note of theft note is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus note gross in taste:
For valour note, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx note; as sweet and musical
note
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods note
Make note heaven note drowsy with the note harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs note;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
-- 153 --
And plant in tyrants mild humility note.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world:
Else none at all in ought proves excellent.
Then fools you were these women to forswear;
Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love;
Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men note;
Or for men's note sake, the authors note of these women note;
Or note women's note sake, by whom we men are men;
Let us note once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose note ourselves to keep our oaths.
It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfils the law,
And who can sever love from charity?
King.
Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field!
Biron.
Advance your standards note, and upon them, lords;
Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advised,
In conflict note that you get the sun of them.
Long.
Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by:
Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?
King.
And win them too: therefore let us devise
Some entertainment for them in their tents.
Biron.
First, from the park let us conduct them thither;
Then homeward every man attach the hand
Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon
We will with some strange pastime solace them,
Such as the shortness of the time can shape;
For revels, dances, masks and merry hours
-- 154 --
Forerun fair Love, strewing her note way with flowers.
King.
Away, away! no time shall be omitted
That will betime note, and may by us be fitted.
Biron.
Allons! allons note! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn;
And justice always whirls in equal measure:
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
[Exeunt.
note
ACT V. [Footnote:
Scene I.
The same.
Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.
Hol.
Satis quod note sufficit.
Nath.
I praise God for you, sir note: your reasons at dinner
have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility,
witty without affection note, audacious without impudency, learned
without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse
this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who
is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
Hol.
Novi hominem note tanquam note te: his humour is lofty,
his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious,
his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous,
and thrasonical. He is too picked note, too spruce, too affected,
too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.
Nath.
A most singular and choice epithet.
[Draws note out his table-book.
Hol.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer
than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical
phantasimes, such insociable and point-devise companions;
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such rackers of orthography note, as to speak dout, fine, when
he should say doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt,
—d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf;
neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is
abhominable,—which he note would call abbominable note: it insinuateth
me note of insanie note: ne note intelligis, domine? to make note
frantic, lunatic.
Nath.
Laus Deo, bene note intelligo.
Hol.
Bon, bon, fort bon, Priscian! note a little scratched note,
note'twill serve.
Nath.
Videsne quis venit?
Hol.
Video, et gaudeo.
Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Arm.
Chirrah!
[To Moth.
Hol.
Quare chirrah, not sirrah?
Arm.
Men of peace, well encountered.
Hol.
Most military sir, salutation.
Moth. [Aside to Costard]
They have been at a great
feast of languages, and stolen note the note scraps.
Cost.
O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of
words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a
word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus:
thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
Moth.
Peace! the peal begins.
Arm. [To Hol.]
Monsieur, are you not lettered?
Moth.
Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book.
What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?
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Hol.
Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
Moth.
Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his
learning.
Hol.
Quis, quis, thou consonant?
Moth.
The third note of the five vowels, if you repeat them;
or the fifth, if I.
Hol.
I will repeat them,—a, e, i,—
Moth.
The sheep: the other two concludes it,—o, u.
Arm.
Now, by the salt wave note of the Mediterraneum, a
sweet touch, a quick venue of wit,—snip, snap, quick and
home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!
Moth.
Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
Hol.
What is the figure? what is the figure?
Moth.
Horns.
Hol.
Thou disputest note like an infant: go, whip thy gig.
Moth.
Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip
about your infamy circum circa note,—a gig of a cuckold's horn.
Cost.
An I had but one penny in the world, thou
shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very
remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of
wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens
were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a
joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it
ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say.
Hol.
O, I smell false Latin; dunghill note for unguem.
Arm.
Arts-man, preambulate note, we will be singuled note
from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the
charge-house note on the top of the mountain?
Hol.
Or mons, the hill.
Arm.
At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.
Hol.
I do, sans question.
Arm.
Sir, it is the king's most note sweet pleasure and affection
-- 157 --
to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the
posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the
afternoon.
Hol.
The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is
liable, congruent and measurable for the afternoon: the
word is well culled, chose note, sweet and apt, I do assure you note,
sir, I do assure.
Arm.
Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar,
I do assure ye, very note good friend: for what is inward
between us, let it pass. I do beseech thee, remember note thy note
courtesy; I beseech thee, apparel thy head: and among
other important note and most serious designs, and of great import
indeed, too, but let that pass: for I must tell thee, it
will please his Grace, by the world, sometime to lean upon
my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus, dally with
my excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet heart, let
that pass. By the world, I recount no fable: some certain
special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado,
a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world;
but let that pass. The very all of all is,—but, sweet heart,
I do implore secrecy note,—that the king would have me present
the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation,
or show, or pageant, or antique, or firework. Now, understanding
that the curate and your sweet self are good at
such eruptions and sudden breaking out note of mirth, as it
were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave
your assistance.
Hol.
Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies.
Sir note, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show
in the posterior of this day, to be rendered note by our assistants note,
at note the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate,
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and learned gentleman note, before the princess; I say
none so fit as to present the Nine Worthies.
Nath.
Where will you find men worthy enough to present
them?
Hol.
Joshua, yourself; myself and note this gallant gentleman note,
Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because of his great limb
or joint, shall pass note Pompey the Great; the page note, Hercules,—
Arm.
Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough for
that Worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.
Hol.
Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules
in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake;
and I will have an apology for that purpose.
Moth.
An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
hiss, you may cry, “Well done, Hercules! now thou crushest
the snake!” that is the way to make an offence gracious,
though few have the grace to do note it.
Arm.
For the rest of the Worthies?—
Hol.
I will play three myself.
Moth.
Thrice-worthy gentleman!
Arm.
Shall I tell you a thing?
Hol.
We attend.
Arm.
We will have, if this fadge not, an antique. I
beseech you note, follow.
Hol.
Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word
all this while.
Dull.
Nor understood none neither, sir.
Hol.
Allons note! we will employ thee.
note
Dull.
I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will note play
On the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay.
Hol.
Most dull, honest Dull! To our sport, away!
[Exeunt.
-- 159 --
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
The same.
Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and Maria.
Prin.
Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings come thus plentifully in:
note
A lady note wall'd about with diamonds!
Look you what I have from the loving king.
Ros.
Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Prin.
Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
Writ o' note both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
Ros.
That was the way to make his godhead wax,
For he hath been five thousand years note a boy.
Kath.
Ay, and a shrewd note unhappy gallows too.
Ros.
You'll ne'er note be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister.
Kath.
He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' note been a grandam note ere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
Ros.
What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?
Kath.
A light condition in a beauty dark.
Ros.
We need more light to find your meaning out.
Kath.
You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros.
Look, what you do, you do it still i' th' dark.
Kath.
So do not you, for you are a light wench.
Ros.
Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.
Kath.
You weigh me not?—O, that's you care not for me.
Ros.
Great reason; for ‘past cure is still past care note.’
-- 160 --
Prin.
Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
But, Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
Ros.
I would you knew:
An if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron:
The numbers true; and, were the numbering too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
Prin.
Any thing like?
Ros.
Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.
Prin.
Beauteous as note ink; a good conclusion.
Kath.
Fair as a text B note in a copy-book.
Ros.
'Ware note pencils note, ho! note let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
O that your face were not so note full of O's!
Kath. note
A pox of that jest! and I note beshrew note all shrows.
Prin.
But, Katharine, note what was sent to you from fair note Dumain?
Kath.
Madam, this glove.
Prin.
Did he not send you twain?
Kath.
Yes, madam, and, moreover note,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
A huge translation of hypocrisy note,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.
Mar.
This and these pearls note to me sent Longaville:
The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin.
I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
The chain were longer and the letter short?
Mar.
Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
-- 161 --
Prin.
We are wise girls to mock our lovers so note note.
Ros.
They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Biron I'll torture ere I go:
O that I knew he were but in by the week!
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,
And shape his service wholly to my hests note,
And make him proud to make me proud that note jests note!
So perttaunt-like note would I o'ersway his state,
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
Prin.
None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
As wit turn'd fool: note folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school,
And wit's own note grace to grace a learned fool.
Ros.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity's revolt to wantonness note.
Mar.
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Since all the power thereof it doth apply
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
Prin.
Here comes Boyet, and mirth is note in his face.
Enter Boyet.
Boyet.
O, I am stabb'd note with laughter! Where's her Grace?
Prin.
Thy news, Boyet?
Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare!
Arm, wenches, arm! encounters note mounted are
-- 162 --
Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised:
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Prin.
Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
That charge their breath note against us? say, scout, say.
Boyet.
Under the cool shade of a sycamore note
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily note
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear;
That, by and by, disguised they note will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
Action and accent did they teach him there;
‘Thus must thou speak,’ and ‘thus thy body bear:’
And ever and anon they made a doubt
Presence majestical would put him out;
‘For,’ quoth the king, ‘an angel shalt note thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.’
The boy replied, ‘An angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil.’
With that, all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, ‘Via! we will do't, come what will come;’
The third he caper'd, and cried, ‘All goes well;’
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
-- 163 --
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion's solemn note tears.
Prin.
But what, but what, come they to visit us?
note
Boyet.
They do, they do; and are apparell'd thus,
Like Muscovites or Russians, as note I guess.
Their purpose is to parle, to note court and dance;
And every one his love-feat note will advance
Unto his several mistress, which they'll know
By favours several which they did bestow.
Prin.
And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
And then the king will court thee for his dear;
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
And change you note favours too note; so shall your loves
Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
Ros.
Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight.
Kath.
But in this changing what is your intent?
Prin.
The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
They do it but in mocking merriment note;
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk and greet.
Ros.
But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?
Prin.
No, to the death, we will not move a foot:
-- 164 --
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace;
But while 'tis spoke each turn away her note face.
Boyet.
Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's note heart,
And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin.
Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
The rest will ne'er note come in, if he be out.
There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown;
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own:
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
[Trumpets note sound within.
Boyet.
The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
[The Ladies mask.
Enter note Blackamoors with music; Moth; the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in Russian habits, and masked.
Moth.
All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!—
Boyet. note
Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.
Moth.
A holy parcel of the fairest dames
[The ladies note turn their backs to him.
That ever turn'd their—backs—to mortal views!
Biron [Aside to Moth]
Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth.
That ever note turn'd their eyes to mortal views!—
Out—
Boyet. note
True; out indeed.
Moth.
Out of your favours, heavenly spirits note, vouchsafe
Not to behold—
Biron. [Aside to Moth]
Once to behold, rogue.
Moth.
Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
—with your sun-beamed eyes—
Boyet. note
They will not answer to that epithet;
-- 165 --
You were best call it ‘daughter-beamed eyes.’
Moth.
They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
Biron.
Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!
[Exit Moth. note
Ros.
What would these strangers note? know their minds, Boyet:
If they note do speak our language, 'tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes:
Know what they would. note
Boyet.
What would you with the princess note?
Biron.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
Ros.
What would they, say they?
note
Boyet.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
Ros.
Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.
Boyet.
She says, you have it, and you may be gone.
King.
Say to her, we have measured many miles
To tread a measure with her on this note grass.
Boyet.
They say, that they have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this note grass.
Ros.
It is not so. Ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measured many,
The measure then of one is easily told.
Boyet.
If to come hither you have measured miles,
And many miles, the princess bids you tell
How many inches doth note fill up one mile.
Biron.
Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
Boyet.
She hears herself.
Ros.
How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
Biron.
We number nothing that we spend for you:
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
-- 166 --
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.
Ros.
My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
King.
Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.
Ros.
O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
Thou now request'st note but moonshine in the water.
King.
Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe note one change.
Thou bid'st me beg: this begging is not strange.
Ros.
Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
[Music plays.
Not yet! no dance! note Thus change I like the moon.
King.
Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
Ros.
You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.
King.
Yet still she is the moon, and I the man note note.
The music note plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.
Ros.
Our ears vouchsafe it.
King.
But your legs should do it.
Ros.
Since you are strangers, and come here by chance,
We'll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance.
King.
Why take we note hands, then?
Ros.
Only to part friends:
Curtsey, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
King.
More measure of this measure; be not nice.
Ros.
We can afford no more at such a price.
King.
Prize note you yourselves note: what buys your company?
Ros.
Your absence only.
King.
That can never be.
Ros.
Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;
Twice to your visor, and half once to you.
-- 167 --
King.
If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
Ros.
In private, then.
King.
I am best pleased with that.
[They converse apart. note
Biron.
White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
Prin.
Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
Biron.
Nay then, two treys, an note if you grow so nice,
Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice!
There's half-a-dozen sweets.
Prin.
Seventh sweet, adieu:
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron.
One word in secret.
Prin.
Let it not be sweet.
Biron.
Thou grievest my gall.
Prin.
Gall! bitter note.
Biron.
Therefore meet.
[They converse apart. note
Dum.
Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
Mar.
Name it.
Dum.
Fair lady,—
Mar.
Say you so? Fair lord,—
Take that note for your fair lady.
Dum.
Please it you,
As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
[They converse apart. note
Kath. note
What, was your vizard made without a tongue?
Long.
I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
Kath. note
O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.
Long.
You have a double tongue within your mask,
And would afford my speechless vizard half.
Kath. note
Veal note, quoth the Dutchman. Is not ‘veal’ a calf?
Long.
A calf, fair lady!
Kath. note
No, a fair lord calf.
Long.
Let's part the word.
Kath. note
No, I'll not be your half:
-- 168 --
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
Long.
Look, how you butt note yourself in these sharp mocks!
Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
Kath. note
Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
Long.
One word in private with you, ere I die.
Kath. note
Bleat softly, then; the butcher hears you cry.
[They converse apart.
Boyet.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible note,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;
Above the sense of sense; so sensible note
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings
Fleeter than arrows, bullets note, wind, thought, swifter things.
Ros.
Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off.
Biron.
By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure note scoff!
King.
Farewell note, mad wenches; you have simple wits.
Prin.
Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
[Exeunt note King, Lords, and Blackamoors.
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
Boyet.
Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out.
Ros.
Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.
Prin.
O poverty in wit, kingly-poor note flout!
Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?
Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces?
This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
Ros.
O note, they were all in lamentable cases!
The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.
Prin.
Biron did swear himself out of all suit note.
Mar.
Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
-- 169 --
Kath.
Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
And trow you what he call'd me?
Prin.
Qualm, perhaps.
Kath.
Yes, in good faith.
Prin.
Go, sickness as thou art!
Ros.
Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.
Prin.
And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
Kath.
And Longaville was for my service born.
Mar.
Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
Boyet.
Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes; for it can never be
They will digest note this harsh indignity.
Prin.
Will they return?
Boyet.
They will, they will, God knows,
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
Therefore change favours; and, when they repair,
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
Prin.
How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.
Boyet.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their note bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing note clouds, or roses blown note note.
Prin.
Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
If they return in their own shapes to woo?
Ros.
Good madam, if by me you'll be advised,
Let's mock them still, as well known as disguised:
Let us complain to them what fools were here,
Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
And wonder what they were and to what end
Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd,
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Should be presented at our tent note to us.
Boyet.
Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.
-- 170 --
Prin.
Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er note land.
[Exeunt Princess, Rosaline, Katharine, and Maria.
noteRe-enter note the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in their proper habits.
King.
Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess?
Boyet.
Gone to her tent. Please it your Majesty
Command me any service to her thither note?
King.
That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
Boyet.
I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.
[Exit.
Biron.
This fellow pecks note up wit as pigeons note pease,
And utters it again when God note doth please:
He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve;
A' note can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he
That kiss'd his hand away note in courtesy;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly note; and in ushering,
Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
This is the flower that note smiles on every one,
To show his teeth as white as whale's note bone;
And consciences, that will not note die in debt,
Pay him the due note of honey-tongued Boyet.
-- 171 --
King.
A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart,
That put Armado's page out of his part!
Biron.
See where it note comes! Behaviour, what wert thou
Till this madman note show'd thee? and what art thou now?
Re-enter the Princess, ushered by Boyet; Rosaline, Maria, and Katharine.
King.
All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
Prin.
‘Fair’ in ‘all hail’ is foul, as I conceive.
King.
Construe my speeches note better, if you may.
Prin.
Then wish me better; I will give you leave note.
note
King.
We came note to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.
Prin.
This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
Nor God, nor I, delights note in perjured men.
King.
Rebuke me not for that which you provoke:
The virtue of your eye must break note my oath.
Prin.
You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
For virtue's office never breaks men's note troth.
Now by my maiden honour yet as pure
As the unsullied note lily I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,
I would not yield to be your house's guest;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths note, vow'd with integrity.
King.
O, you have lived in desolation here,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Prin.
Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:
A mess of Russians left us but of late.
King.
How, madam! Russians!
Prin.
Ay, in truth, my lord;
-- 172 --
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Ros.
Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:
My lady, to the manner of the days note,
In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
We four indeed confronted were with four
In Russian note habit: here they stay'd an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
Biron.
This jest is dry to me. Fair note gentle sweet,
Your wit makes note wise things foolish: when we greet,
With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye,
By light we lose light: your capacity
Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
Ros.
This proves you wise and rich, for note in my eye,—
Biron.
I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros.
But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
Biron.
O, I am yours, and all that I possess!
Ros.
All the fool mine?
Biron.
I cannot give you less.
Ros.
Which of the vizards was it note that you wore?
Biron.
Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this?
Ros.
There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face.
King.
We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.
Dum. note
Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
Prin.
Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?
Ros.
Help, hold his brows! he'll swound note! Why look you pale?
-- 173 --
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Biron.
Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
Can any face of brass hold longer out?
Here stand I: lady, note dart thy skill at me;
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout;
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
O, never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue;
Nor never come in vizard note to my friend;
Nor woo in rhyme note, like a blind harper's song!
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation note,
Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation:
I do forswear them; and I here protest,
By this white glove,—how white the hand, God knows!—
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes:
And, to begin, wench,—so God help me, la!—
My love to thee is sound, sans note crack or flaw.
Ros.
Sans sans, I pray you.
Biron.
Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage:—bear with me, I am sick;
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
Write, ‘Lord have mercy on us’ on those three;
They are infected; in their hearts it lies;
They have the plague, and caught it note of your eyes;
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
Prin.
No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
Biron.
Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us.
-- 174 --
Ros.
It is not so; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
Biron.
Peace! for I will not have to do with you.
Ros.
Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Biron.
Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end.
King.
Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
Some fair excuse.
Prin.
The fairest is confession.
Were not you note here but even now disguised?
King.
Madam, I was.
Prin.
And were you well advised?
King.
I was, fair madam.
Prin.
When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
King.
That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin.
When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
King.
Upon mine note honour, no.
Prin.
Peace, peace! forbear:
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
King.
Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin.
I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Ros.
Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
As precious eyesight, and did value me
Above this world; adding thereto note, moreover,
That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
Prin.
God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Most honourably doth uphold his word.
King.
What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth,
I never swore this lady such an oath.
Ros.
By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,
You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.
King.
My faith and this the note princess I did give:
I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin.
Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.
What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
-- 175 --
Biron.
Neither of either; I remit both twain.
I see the trick on't: here was a consent,
Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany note,
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,
That smiles his note cheek in years note, and knows the trick
To make my lady laugh when she's disposed,
Told our intents before; which once disclosed,
The ladies did change favours; and then we,
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn, in will and error.
Much upon this it is note: and note might not you
[To Boyet. note
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Do not you note know my lady's foot by the squier note,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out: go, you are allow'd note;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet.
Full merrily note
Hath this brave manage note, this career, been run.
Biron.
Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.
Enter Costard.
Welcome, pure wit! thou part'st note a fair fray.
Cost.
O Lord, sir, they would know
Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
-- 176 --
Biron.
What, are there but three?
Cost.
No, sir; but it is vara note fine,
For every one pursents note three.
Biron.
And three times thrice is nine.
Cost.
Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is not so.
You cannot beg note us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know:
I hope, sir note, three times thrice, sir,—
Biron.
Is not nine.
Cost.
Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth
amount.
Biron.
By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Cost.
O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living
by reckoning, sir.
Biron.
How much is it?
Cost.
O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir,
will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine own part, I
am, as they note say, but to parfect note one man in note one poor man,
Pompion the Great, sir.
Biron.
Art thou one of the Worthies?
Cost.
It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion note
the Great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of
the Worthy, but I am to stand for him.
Biron.
Go, bid them prepare.
Cost.
We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take some care.
[Exit.
King.
Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach.
note
Biron.
We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis some policy
To have one show worse than the king's note and his company.
King.
I say they shall not come.
Prin.
Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
That sport best pleases that doth least note know how:
-- 177 --
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents note:
Their note form confounded makes most form in mirth,
When great things labouring perish in their birth.
Biron.
A right description of our sport, my lord.
Enter Armado.
Arm.
Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal
sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.
[Converses note apart with the King, and delivers him a paper.
Prin.
Doth this man serve God?
Biron.
Why ask you?
Prin.
He note speaks not like a man of God's note making.
Arm.
That is note all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch;
for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical;
too too vain, too too vain: but we will put it, as they say,
to fortuna de la guerra note. I wish you the peace of mind,
most royal couplement note!
[Exit.
King.
Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies.
He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great;
the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules;
the pedant, Judas Maccabæus:
note
And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive,
These four will change habits, and present the other five.
Biron.
There is five in the first show.
King.
You are deceived; 'tis not so.
Biron.
The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the
fool and the boy:—
-- 178 --
Abate note throw at novum note, and the whole world again
note
Cannot pick note out five such, take each one in his note vein.
note
King.
The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
Enter Costard, for Pompey.
note
Cost.
I Pompey am,—
Boyet note.
You lie, you are not he.
Cost.
I Pompey am,—
Boyet.
With libbard's head on knee.
Biron.
Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee.
Cost.
I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big,—
Dum.
The Great.
Cost.
It is, ‘Great,’ sir:—
Pompey surnamed the Great;
That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat:
And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
note
And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France.
If your ladyship would say, ‘Thanks, Pompey,’ I had done.
Prin. note
Great thanks, Great Pompey.
Cost.
'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect:
I made a little fault in ‘Great.’
Biron.
My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best
Worthy.
Enter Sir Nathaniel, for Alexander.
Nath.
When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander;
By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might:
My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,—
Boyet.
Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right.
Biron.
Your nose smells ‘no’ in this, note most tender-smelling knight.
-- 179 --
Prin.
The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander note.
Nath.
When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander,—
Boyet.
Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
Biron.
Pompey the Great,—
Cost.
Your servant, and Costard.
Biron.
Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.
Cost. [To Sir Nath.]
O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander
the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted
cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on
a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth
Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard note to speak! run away for
shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires. note] There, an't shall please
you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and
soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith note,
and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,—alas, you see
how 'tis, note—a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies acoming
notewill speak their mind in some other sort.
Prin. note
Stand aside, good Pompey.
Enter Holofernes, for Judas; and Moth, for Hercules.
Hol.
Great Hercules is note presented by this imp,
Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis note;
And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.
Quoniam he seemeth in minority,
Ergo I come with this apology.
Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
[Moth retires. note
Judas I am,—
Dum.
A Judas!
Hol.
Not Iscariot, sir.
Judas I am, ycliped Maccabæus.
-- 180 --
Dum.
Judas Maccabæus clipt is plain Judas.
Biron.
A kissing traitor. How art thou proved note Judas?
Hol.
Judas I am,—
Dum.
The more shame for you, Judas.
Hol.
What mean you, sir?
Boyet.
To make Judas hang himself.
Hol.
Begin, sir; you are my elder.
Biron.
Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder.
Hol.
I will not be put out of note countenance.
Biron.
Because thou hast no face.
Hol.
What is this?
Boyet.
A cittern-head.
Dum.
The head of a bodkin.
Biron.
A Death's face in a ring.
Long.
The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
Boyet.
The pommel of Cæsar's falchion note.
Dum.
The carved-bone face on a flask.
Biron.
Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.
Dum.
Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
Biron.
Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer.
And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance.
Hol.
You have put me out of countenance.
Biron.
False: we have given thee faces.
Hol.
But you have out-faced them all.
Biron.
An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
Boyet.
Therefore, as he is an ass, note let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?
Dum.
For the latter end of his name.
Biron.
For the ass to the Jude; give it him:—Jud-as, away!
Hol.
This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
Boyet.
A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble.
[Hol. retires.
Prin.
Alas, poor Maccabæus, how hath he note been baited!
-- 181 --
Enter Armado, for Hector.
Biron.
Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in
arms.
Dum.
Though my mocks come home by note me, I will now
be merry.
King.
Hector was but a Troyan note in respect of this.
Boyet.
But is this Hector?
King.
I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.
Long.
His leg is too big for Hector's note.
Dum.
More calf, certain.
Boyet.
No; he is best indued in note the small.
Biron.
This cannot be Hector.
Dum.
He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
Arm.
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift,—
Dum.
A gilt nutmeg note.
Biron.
A lemon.
Long.
Stuck with cloves.
Dum.
No, cloven.
Arm.
Peace! note—
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breathed, that certain he would fight; yea note
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower,—
Dum.
That mint note.
Long.
That columbine.
Arm.
Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Long.
I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against
Hector.
Dum.
Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm.
The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet
chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,
-- 182 --
he was a man note. But I will forward with my device. [To the
notePrincess] Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
Prin.
Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
Arm.
I do adore thy sweet Grace's slipper.
Boyet. [Aside to Dum.]
Loves her by the foot.
Dum. [Aside to Boyet]
He may not by the yard.
Arm.
This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,—
Cost.
The party is gone note, fellow Hector, she is gone;
she is two months on her way.
Arm.
What meanest thou?
Cost.
Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the
poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in
her belly already: 'tis yours.
Arm.
Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou
shalt die.
Cost.
Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that
is quick by him, and hanged for Pompey that is dead by him.
Dum.
Most rare Pompey!
Boyet.
Renowned Pompey!
Biron.
Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey!
Pompey the Huge!
Dum.
Hector trembles.
Biron.
Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir
them on! stir note them on!
Dum.
Hector will challenge him.
Biron.
Ay, if a' have no more man's blood in's belly
than will sup a flea.
Arm.
By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Cost.
I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man:
I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray note you, let me
borrow my arms again.
Dum.
Room for the incensed Worthies!
Cost.
I'll do it in my shirt.
note
Dum.
Most resolute Pompey!
note
Moth.
Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do
-- 183 --
you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What
mean you? You will lose your reputation.
Arm.
Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not
combat in my shirt.
Dum.
You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the
challenge.
Arm.
Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Biron.
What reason have you for't?
Arm.
The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go
woolward for penance.
Boyet. note
True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want
of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout
of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears note next his heart for a
favour.
Enter Marcade. note
Mar.
God save you, madam!
Prin.
Welcome, Marcade note;
But that thou interrupt'st note our merriment.
Mar.
I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Is heavy in note my tongue. The king your father— note
Prin.
Dead, for my life!
Mar.
Even so; my tale is told.
Biron.
Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.
Arm.
For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have
seen the day note of wrong note through the little hole of discretion,
and I will right myself like a soldier.
[Exeunt Worthies.
King.
How fares your majesty?
Prin.
Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.
King.
Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Prin.
Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, note
-- 184 --
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide,
The liberal opposition of our spirits,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the converse of breath: your gentleness
Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord!
A heavy heart bears not note a nimble note tongue:
Excuse me so, coming too short note of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
King.
The extreme parts of time extremely forms note
All causes to the purpose of his speed;
And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long process note could not arbitrate:
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
The holy suit which fain it would note convince;
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome-profitable note
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Prin.
I understand you not: my griefs are double note.
Biron.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear note of grief;
And by note these badges understand the king.
For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents:
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,—
-- 185 --
As love is full of unbefitting strains note;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Form'd by the eye, and therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange note shapes, of habits and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance:
Which parti-coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have note misbecomed note our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make note us both,—fair ladies, you:
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin note,
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Prin.
We have received your letters full of love;
Your favours, the note ambassadors of love;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
As bombast and as lining to the time:
But more devout than this in our note respects
Have we not been note; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum.
Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.
Long.
So did our looks.
Ros.
We did not quote them so.
King.
Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.
Prin.
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in.
-- 186 --
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:—
If for my love, as there is no such cause,
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the note annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by note these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
I will be thine; and till that instant note shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither intitled note in the other's heart.
King.
If this, or more than this, I would deny,
To flatter note up these powers of mine with rest,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
Hence ever note then my heart is in thy breast.
Biron.
And what to me, my love? and what to me?
Ros.
You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd note,
You are attaint with faults note and perjury:
Therefore if you my favour mean to get,
A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,
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But seek the weary beds of people sick. note
Dum.
But what to me, my love? but what to me?
A wife? note
Kath.
A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum.
O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Kath.
Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
Come when the king doth to my lady come;
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
Dum.
I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Kath.
Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.
Long.
What says Maria?
Mar.
At the twelvemonth's end
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
Long.
I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Mar.
The liker you; few taller are so young.
Biron.
Studies my lady? mistress, look on me;
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there:
Impose some service on me for thy note love.
Ros.
Oft have note I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
Which you on all estates note will execute note
That lie within the mercy of your wit.
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful note brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,
Without the which I am not to be won,
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit
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To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Biron.
To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros.
Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear note groans,
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then note,
And I will have you and that fault withal;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.
Biron.
A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,
I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
Prin. [To the King note]
Ay, sweet my Lord; and so I take my leave.
King.
No, madam; we will bring you on your way.
Biron.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
King.
Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
And then 'twill end.
Biron.
That's too long for a play.
Re-enter Armado.
Arm.
Sweet Majesty, vouchsafe me,—
Prin.
Was not note that Hector?
Dum.
The worthy knight of Troy.
Arm.
I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I
am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the
-- 189 --
plough for her sweet love three years note. But, most esteemed
greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned
men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it
should have followed in the end of our show.
King.
Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Arm.
Holla! approach.
Re-enter note Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and others.
This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; the one
maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver,
begin.
The Song.
Spring.
When daisies pied and violets blue
note
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds note of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight note,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Winter.
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
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When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul note,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who note, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Arm. note
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs
of Apollo note. You that way,—we this way. note
[Exeunt.
