To tread a measure with her on this grass. Boyet. They say, that they have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this 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. 190 Boyet. If to come hither you have measured miles, And many miles, the princess bids you tell Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Boyet. She hears herself. Our duty is so rich, so infinite, Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded Twice to your visor, and half once to you. 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. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. 230 Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. Biron. Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice! Seventh sweet, adieu : Let it not be sweet. Biron. Thou grievest my gall. Prin. Biron. Therefore meer. Gall bitter. [They converse apart. Dum, Will you vouchsafe with me to change Mar. Dum. a word? Name it. Fair lady, Say you so? Fair lord, Mar. Take that for your fair lady. Dum. Please it you, 240 As much in private, and I'll bid adieu, [They converse apart. Kath. What, was your vizard made without a tongue ? Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. [long. Kath. O for your reason! quickly, sir; Long. You have a double tongue within your mask, And would afford my speechless vizard half. Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf ? Long. A calf, fair lady! Kath. No, a fair lord calf. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits. [Exeunt 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. Bos. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross: fat, fat. Pria. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! Will they not, think you, hang themselves toLight ? 270 Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces ? This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. Ros 0, they were all in lamentable cases! The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword: No point, quoth I; my servant straight was Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land. [Exeunt Princess, Rosaline, Katharine, and Maria. Re-enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits. King, Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess? 310 Boyet. Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty Command me any service to her thither? King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. [Exit. Buron. This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease, And utters it again when God doth please : And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, That put Armado's page out of his part! Baron. See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou Till this madman 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! 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 in perjured men. King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke : The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Prin. You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke; 351 For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. A world of torments though I should endure, King. O, you have lived in desolation here, 360 A mess of Russians left us but of late. My lady, to the manner of the days, Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale? 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, dart thy skill at me; Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; [rance; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignoCut me to pieces with thy keen conceit ; And I will wish thee never more to dance, 400 Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O, never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Nor to the motion of a schoolb. s tongue, Nor never come in vizard to my friend, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! Taffeta plirases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot estentation: I do forswear them; and I here protest, 410 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 crack or flaw. Ros. Sans sans, I pray yon. 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; 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. swear. 440 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 Most bonorably doth uphold his word. King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath. 450 zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's disposed, Told our intents before; which once disclosed. The ladies did change favors: and then we, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, 470 We are again forsworn, in will and error. Much upon this it is: and might not you [To Boyet You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye 481 Boyet. Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done. Enter CoSTARD. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know: I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,- 490 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 say, but to parfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir. Biron. Art thou one of the Worthies ? Cost. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion 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. 510 Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take some care. [Exit. King. Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis some policy To have one show worse than the king's 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 know how: Where zeal strives to content, and the con 560 Prin. 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, most tender-smelling knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander. 570 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 to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbor, faith, and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,-alas, you see how 'tis, -a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Enter HOLOFERNES, for Judas; and MOTH, for Hercules. 590 Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothdrawer. And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance. Hol. You have put me out of countenance. |