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Long. It did move him to pallion, and therefore let's

hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.

[T. Costard. Guilty, my Lord, guilty : I confess, I confefs.

King. What?
Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make

up the mess.
He, he, and you ; and you, 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

? King. Hence, Sirs, away. Coff. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.

[Exeunt Coft, and Jaquen. Biron. Sweet Lords, sweet lovers, 0, let us embrace:

As true we are as flesh and blood can be. The fea will ebb and flow, heaven will shew his face :

Young blood doth not obey an old decree. We cannot cross the cause why we were born, Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines shew some love of

thine ? Biron. Did they, quoth you? who sees the heavenly

Rosaline,
That (like a rude and savage man of Inde,

At the first opening of the gorgeous eaft)
Bows not his vassal head, and, ftrucken blind,

Killus the base ground with obedient breast ? What peremptory eagle-lighted eye

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her Majeity ?

King. What zeal, what fury, hath inspir'd thee now? My love (her mistress) is a gracious moon; She an attending ftar) {carce feen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron,

O, but for my love, day would turn to night, Cf all complexions the culld sovereignty

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;

Where several worthics make one dignity;

Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seck. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongucs;

Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she necds it not : To things of fale a seller's praise belongs:

She passes praise; the praise, too short, doth blot. A wither'd hermit, fivescore 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 in.fancy;
O, 'tis the fun that maketh all things Mine.

King. By heav'n, thy love is black as ebony.
Biron. Is ebony like her? 0 wood 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 pot of her cyc to look ?

No face is fair, that is not full so black King. O paradox, black is the badge of hell:

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; And beauty's crete becomes the heavens well. Biron. Devils fooneft tempt, resen.bling spirits of

light: O, if in black my Lady's brow be deckt,

It mourns, that painting and usurping hair Should ravish doaters with a false aspect :

And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns he fashion of the days,

For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid difpraise,

Paints itself black to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her are chinney-sweepers black. Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Dun. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresies dare never come in rain,

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. King. 'Twere good, your's did : for, Sir, to tell you

plain, I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Biron. l'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day here.

King. No devil will fright thee then so much as

she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff fo dear. Long. Look, here's thy love; my foot and her face

see. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thinc

eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. Dum. O vile ! then as she goes, what upward lies

The street should fee as the walk'd over-head. King. But what of this, are we not all in love? Biron. Nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworn.

King. Then leave this chat ; and, good Biron, now Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. [prove

Dum. Ay, marry, there ; fome Aattery for this

Long. O, some authority how to proceed ; [evil. Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.

Dum. Some salve for perjury.

Biron. O, 'tis more than need.
Have at you then, Affection's men at arms;
Consider what you first did swear unto :
To fast, to study, and to see no woman ;
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth,
Say, can you faft? your stomachs are too young:
And abstinence ingenders maladies.
And where that you have vow'd to study, (Lords),
In that each of you hath forsworn his book,
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ?
For when would you, my Lord, or you, or you,
Have found the ground of study's excellence,
Without the beauty of a woman's face?
Why, univerfal plodding prisons up
The nimble fpirits in the arteries ;
As motion and long-during action tires
The finewy vigour of the traveller.
Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
You have in that forfworn the use of eyes ?
And study too, the causer of your vow.
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such duty 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 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,
In leaden contemplation have found out
Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes
Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd

you

with ? Other flow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore finding barren practisers, Scarce fhew 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 found, " When the suspicious head of theft is stopt. • Love's feeling is more soft and sensible, · Than are the tender horns of cockled snails. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste; For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair: And when Love speaks the voice of all the gods, Mark, heaven drowsy with the harmony ! Never durft poct touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs ; O then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.---From womens' eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle itill the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academies, That Thew, contain, and nourish all the world ; Else none at all in aught proves excellent. Then fools you were these women to forswear : Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools, For Wisdom's fake, (a word ti at all men love) ;

Or for Love's fake, (a word all women love);
Or for mens' sake, (the author of these women);
Or womens' sake, (by whom we men are men):
Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves;
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfils the law :
And who can fever love from charity ?

King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, foldiers, to the field !

Birox. Advance your standards, and upon them, Lords;
Pell-mell, down with them ; but be first advis’d,
In conflict that you get the fun 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 thi-
Then homeward every man attach the hand [ther;
Of his fair mistress; in the afternoon
We will with some strange paftime solace them,
Such as the shortness of the time can shape :
For revels, dances, maiks, and merry hours,
Forerun fair love, strewing her way with flowers.

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
That will be time, and may by us be fitted.

Biron. Allons ! allons ! sown cockle reap'd no corn;

And justice always whirls in equal measure;
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forfworn;

If fo, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt.

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The street.
Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull.
Hol. Atis, quod fufficit.
Nath. I God

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