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Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure I do forswear them: and I here protest,
By this white glove, (how white the hand, A world of torments though I should endure,
God knows !) I would not yield to be your house's guest: Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd So much I hate a breaking-cause to be
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: Of heavenly oaths, vow'd
with integrity. And, to begin wench,- ---so God help me, la !King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you. Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Biron. Yet I have a trick We have had pastimes here, and pleasant of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; game;
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;A mess of Russians left us but of late.
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; King. How, madam ? Russians ?
They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord;
They have the plague, and caught it of your Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
eyes: Ros. Madam, speak true : It is not so, my These lords are visited; you are not free, My lady, (to the manner of the days,*) [lord; For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these We four, indeed, confronted here with four
tokens to us. In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to unAnd talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, I dare not call them fools; but this I think, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with drink.
you. Biron. This jest is dry to me--Fair, gentle Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. sweet,
(greet Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we
end. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our ride By light we lose light: Your capacity
transgression Is of that nature, that to your huge store Some fair excuse. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Prin. The fairest is confession. poor.
Were you not here, but even now disguis'd ? Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in King. Madam, I was. my eye,
Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
spect her. Ros. All the fool mine?
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you Biron. I cannot give you less.
will reject her. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you King. Upon mine honour, no. wore?
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear; (swear. Biron. Where? when? what visor? why de- | Your oath once broke, you force not to formand you this?
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-RosaThat hid the worse, and show'd the better face.
line, King. We are descried : they'll mock us now What did the Russian whisper in your ear? downright.
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
dear Prin. Amaz’d, my lord? Why looks your As precious eye-sight; and did value me highness sad?
Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Ros. Help, hold brows! he'll swoon! | That he would w me, or else die my lover. Why look you pale ?
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Most honourably doth uphold his word. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for King. What mean you, madam? by my life, perjury.
my troth, Can any face of brass hold longer out?- I never swore this lady such an oath, Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it Bruise me with scorn, confound me with
plain, a flout;
(rance; You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my igno- King. My faith, and this, the princess I did Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
give; And I will wish thee never more to dance, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
wear; Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear : Nor never come in visor to my friend ;! What; will you have me, or your pearl again?
Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind' harper's Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, (song: I see the trick on't ;--Here was a consentet
Three-pild'hyperboles, sprnce affeciation, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) Figures pedantical ; these summer-flies To dash it like a Christmas comedy: (zany,
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight After the fashion of the times. + Mistress.
* Make no difficulty. + Conspiracy. Button
179 Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, Biron. A right description of our sport, my some Dick,
lord. That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d,
Enter ARMADO. Told our intents before : which once disclos’d, Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expende The ladies did change favours; and then we, of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. of words. Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
[ARMADO conrerses with the King, and delivers We are again forsworn; in will, and error.
him a paper.] Much upon this it is :- And might not you, Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron. Why ask you? Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, **
making: And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey And stand between her back, Sir, and the fire, monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd ; vain : But we will put it, as they say, to for. Die when you will, a smock shall be your tuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of shrowd.
mind, most royal couplement! (E.rit ARMADO. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, King. Here is like to be a good presence of Wounds like a leaden sword.
worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Boyet. Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run, Alexander ; Armado's page, Hercules; the pe
swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate, Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I dant, Judas Machabæus. have done.
And if these four worthies in their first show Enter COSTARD.
These four will change habits, and present the Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
other five. Cost. O Lord, Sir, they would know, . (no. Biron. There is five in the first show. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. What, are there but three?
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgeCost. No, Sir; but it is vara fine, For every one pursents three.
priest, the fool, and the boy :Biron. And three times thrice is nine.
Abate a throw at novum ;* and the whole world Cost. Not so, Sir; under correction, Sir; I Cannot prickt out five such, take each one in
again, hope, it is not so:
his vein. You cannot beg us, Sir, I can assure you, Sir;
King. The ship is under sail, and here slie we know what we know :
comes amain. I hope, Sir, three times thrice, Sir,
[Seats brought for the King, Princess, 80. Biron. Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, Sir, we know where
Pageant of the Nine Worthics. until it doth amount.
Enter COSTARD arm'd, for Porvey. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Cost. I Pompey an, Cost. O Lord, Sir, it were pity you should Boyet. You lie, you are not he. get your living by reckoning, Sir.
Cost. I Pompey am, Biron. How much is it?
Boyet. With libbard's head on kneo Cost. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves,
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must wras the actors, Sir, will show whereuntil it doth
be friends with thee. amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, Cost. I Pompey am, Pompeysurnam'd the big, but to parfect one man,-e'en one poor man;
Dum. The great. Pompion the great, Sir.
Cost. It is great, Sir;-Pompey surnam'd the Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?
great ; Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That aft in field, with targe and shield, did make Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know
my foe to sweat: not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand And, travelling along this coast, I here am come for him.
by chance ; Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir; we will
of France. take some care. (Éxit COSTARD. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not
had done. approach.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; bui, I hope, I 'tis some policy
was perfect: I made a little fault in, great. To have one show worse than the king's and Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves his company,
the best worthy. King. I say they shall not come.
Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for Alexander. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now;
[how : Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the That sport best pleases, that doth least know
world's commander; Where zeal strives to content, and the contents By east, west, north, and south, I spread my Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
conquering might: Their form confounded makes most form in My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. mirth;
[birth. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for When great things labouring perish in their it stands too right. Rule. * A game with dice.
7. Pick out
Birent. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Dum. For the latter end of his name.
Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him:
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not Nath. When in the world I li'd, I was the
humble, world's commander,
Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas; it grows Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so,
dark, he may stumble. Alisander.
Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he
Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector.
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes thrown Alisander the conqueror ! You will be Hector in arms, scraped out of the painted cloth for this : Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a I will now be merry. close-stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard
this. speak! run away for shame, Alisander. (Nath. Boyet. But is this Hector ? retires.] There, an't shall please you ; a fool
Dum. I think, Hector was not so cleanish mild man; an honest man, look you, and timber’d. soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neigh- Long. His leg is too big for Hector. bour, insooth; and a very good bowler: but,
Dum. More calf, certain. for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a lit- Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. tle o’erparted :-But there are worthies a com
Biron. This cannot be Hector. ing will speak their mind in some other sort.
Dum. He's a god or a painter for he niakes Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
faces. Enter HOLOFERNES armcd, for Judas, and
Arm. The urmipotent Mars, os lances* the ato Moth armed, for Hercules.
Gave Hector a gift,
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : Arm. Peace. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
The armipotent Murs, of lances the almighty, Ergo, I come with this apology.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of lion; Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yer [Exit Moth.
From morn till night, out of his pavilion, Hol. Judas I am,
I am that flower, Dum. A Judas !
Dum. That mint. Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir.
Long. That columbine. Judas I am, ycleped Machabeus.
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou
runs against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Hol, Judas I am,
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotDum. The more shame for you, Judas. Hol. What mean you, Sir ?
ten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the
buried : when he breath'd, he was a man-But Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, Hol. Begin, Sir; you are my elder. Biron. Well follow'd : Judas was hang’d on hearing.
[to the PRINCESS.] bestow on me the sense of
[BIRON whispers CostaRD. an elder.
Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much Hol:' I will not be put out of countenance.
delighted. Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Hol. What is this?
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.
Dum. He may not by the yard.
Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal, Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce is gone; she is two months on her way.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she seen.
Arm. What meanest thou ?
Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest ?'roBiron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.t the child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours.
jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among po. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth
tentates? thou shalt die. drawer :
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Ja. And now, forward ; for we have put thee in quenetta that is quick by him; and hang’d,
countenance. Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
for Pompey that is dead by him.
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great
Biron. Pompey is mov'd:—More Ates,* more stay ?
Ates; stir them on! stir them on! * A soldier's powder-horn. + An ornamental buckle for fastening hat-bands, &c.
* Lance-men. + Até was the goddess of discord
Duin. Hector will enallenge him.
Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood
ladies, b's belly than will sup a flea,
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Cost, I will not fight with a pole, like a nor- And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,thern man;* I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:- As love is full of unbefitting strains; I pray you let me borrow my arms again. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Dum Room for the inceased worthies. Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Cost I'll do it in my shirt.
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole To every varied object in his glance : lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing Which party-coated presence of loose love for the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, your reputation,
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, I will not combat in my shirt.
Suggested* us to make: Therefore, ladies, Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Our love being yours, the error that love makes made the challenge.
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. By being once false for ever to be true Biron. What reason have you for't?
To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you : Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no And even that falsehood, in itself a sin shirt; I go woolwardt for penance.
Thus purities itself, and turns to grace. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn,
love; he wore done, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; Your favours, the ambassadors of love; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour. And, in our maiden council, rated them Enter MERCADE.
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast, and as lining to the time: Mer. God save you, madam!
But more devout than this, in our respects, Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Have we not been; and therefore met your But that thou interrupt’st our merriment. In their own fashion, like a merriment. [loves Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much bring,
more than jest. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- Long. So did our looks. Prin. Dead, for my life.
Ros. We did not quotet them so. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hons Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Grant us your loves. cloud.
Prin. A time, methinks, too short Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free To make a world-without-end bargain in : breath: I have seen the day of wrong through No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, the little hole of discretion, and I will right Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this, myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. If for my love (as there is no such cause) King. How fares your majesty ?
You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious Remote from all the pleasures of the world; lords,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, Have brought about their annual reckouing: Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe If this austere insociable life In your rich wisdon, to excuse, or hide, Change not your offer made in heat of blood : The liberalt opposition of our spirits :
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
weeds, In the converse of breath, your gentleness Nip not the gaudy blossoms of our love, Was guilty of it.- Farewell, worthy lord ! But that it bear this trial, and last love; A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Then, at the expiration of the year, Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
And, by this virgin palın, now kissing thine, king. The extreme parts of time extremely I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut All causes to the purpose of his speed; [form My woeful selt'up in a mourning house; And often, at his very loose, decides
Raining the tears of lamentation, That which long process could not arbitrate : For the remembrance of my father's death. And though the mourning brow of progeny If this thou do deny, let our hands part; Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Neither entitled in the other's heart. The boly suit which fain it would convince; King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it [lost, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye From what it purpos’d; since, to wail friends Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, Biron. And what to me, my love? and what As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
to me? Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are double.
rank; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the You are attaint with faults and perjury; ear of grief;
Therefore if you my favour mean lo get, And by these badges understand the king. A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, But seek the weary beds of people sick.
† Clothed in cool, without linen.
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what
Enter ARMADO. to me? Kuth. A wife!--A beard, fair health, and
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,
Prin. Was not that Hector? honesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle leave: I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaque
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take wife? Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a (welvemonth and netta to hold the plough for her sweet love three a day [say: years. But, most esteemed greatness, will
you Pll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers hear the dialogue that the two learned men have Come when the king doth to my lady come,
compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
it should have followed in the end of our show. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Arm. Holla! approach. then. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, Long. What says Maria ?
COSTARD, and others. Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. spring; the one maintained by the owl, the Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
long. Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.
SONG. Biron. Studies my lady? mistress look on me, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, What humble suit attends thy answer there;
And lady-smocks all silver-white, Impose some service on me for thy love.
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón,
Do paint the meadows with delight, Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue
The cuckoo then, on erery tree, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Full of comparisons and wounding flouts;
Cuckoo ; Which you on all estates will execute,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear?
II. (Without the which I am not to be won,)
When shepherds pipe on oaten straus, You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
And merry larks ure ploughmen's clocks, Visit the speechless sick, and stilt converse
When turtles treud, and rooks, and dars, With groaning wretches; and your task shall
And maidens bleach their summer smocks, With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, [be, The cuckoo then, on every tree, To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of
Unpleasing to a married ear!
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, of him that bears it, never in the tongue
And Tom bears logs into the hall, Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
And milk comes frozen home in pail, Deafʼd with the clamour of their own deart
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring oul, groans,
To-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel* the pot. And I shall find you empty of that fault,
When all aloud the wind doth blow, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. [befal,
And coughing drowns the parson's sate, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my
And birds sits brooding in the snou, leave. [To the KING.
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, King. No, madam: we will bring you on
When roasted crabst hiss in the boul, your way.
Then nightly sings the staring oul, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old
To-ulit, to-who, a merry note, Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy
While greasy Jóan doth keel the pot. Might well have made our sport a comedy."
King. Come, Sir, it wants a twelvemonth and Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after And then 'twill end.
(a day, the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this Biron. That's too long for a play.
+ Wild apples.