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gar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) vide. Finely put on!
licet, he came, saw, and overcame: cume, Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
one; saw, two; overcamé, three. Who Boyet.

And who is your deer? came? the king ; Why did he come? to see; Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself : Why did he see? to overcome : To whom come he? to the beggar: What saw he ? Finely put on, indeed !the beggar ; Whoovercame he ? the beggar: Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, The conclusion is victory ; On whose side ? and she strikes at the brow. the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I whose side? the beggar's ; The catastrophe

hit her now? is a nuptial; On whose side? the king's?-- Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the saying, that was a man when king Pepin of king; for so stands the comparison : thou France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? the biggur; for so witnesseth thy lowli. Biron. So I may answer thee with one as

Shall I command thy love? I may: old, that was a woman when queen Guinever Shall I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I of Britain was a little wench, as touching the entreat thy love? I will. That shalt thou hit it. exchange for rags? robes; For tittles, ti- Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, tles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting

(Singing thy reply, I projane my lips on thy foot,

Thou canst not hit it, my good inan. my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cunnot, thy every part.

An I cannot, another can. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,

(Exeunt Ros, and KATH. Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO.

Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how

both did fit it! Thus dost thon hear the Nemean lion roar Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as they both did hit it.

Boyet. A mark! 0, mark but that mark; Submissive fall his princely feet before,

A mark, says my lady! And be from forage will incline to play: Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou it may be.

{hand is out. then ?

Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! i'faith your Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that ne'er hit the clout.

[your hand is in. indited this letter?

Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike What vane? what weather-cock? did you Cost. Then will she get the upshot by ever hear better?

cleaving the pin. Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remem- Mar. Come, ceme, you talk greasily, your ! ber the style.

[it erewhile * lips grow foul. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that sir; challenge her to bowl. keeps here in court;

[sport Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes night, my good owl. To the prince, and his book-mates.

(Exeunt Boyer and Maria. Prin.

Thou, fellow, a word : Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple Who gave thee this letter?

clown! Cost.

I told yon; my lord. Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put Prin. To whom shoulust thou give it? ('my troth, most sweet jests! most incony Cost.

From my lord to my lady. vulgar wit! Prin. From which lord, to which lady? When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, Cost. From my lord Biron, å good master as it were, so fit. of mine,

Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty To a lady of France, that he call’d Rosaline.

man! Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, To see him walk before a lady, and to bear lords, away.

To see him kiss his hand! and low most Here, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine ano- sweetly a' will swear!-

ther day. (Exit Princess and Train. And his page o' t' other side, that handful of Boyet. Whois the suitor ? who is the suitor? Ah, heavens, it is a n:ost pathetical nit! Ros. Shall I teach you to know? Sola, sola!

(Shouting within Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty,

[Exit COSTARD, running. Ros. Why, she that bears the bow.

SCENE II. The same.
Finely put off!
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if

Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, thou marry,

and DULL. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year mis. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and carry

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Hol. The deer was, as you know, in san- | and, to humour the ignorant, I have call'd the guis, -blood; ripe as a pomewater, who deer the princess kill'd, a pricket. now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo, Nath. * Perge, good master Holofernes, -the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon perge; so it shall please you to abrogate falleth like a crab, on the face of terra, -the scurrility. soil, the land, the earth.

Hol, I will something affect the letter; for Nath. Truly, inaster Holofernes, the epi- it argues facility. thets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'l least : But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of a pretty pleasing pricket ; the first head.

Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

made sore with shooting. Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel pricket.

jumps from thicket; Hol. Most barbarous intiination! yet a Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, fall a hooting. of explication; facere, as it were, replication, If sore be sore, then I to sore makes fifty or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, sores; O sore L! his inclination,-after his undressed, unpo- of one sore I an hundred make, by adding lished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or but one more L. rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirined Nath. A rare talent ! fashion,-to insert again my huud credo for Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he a deer.

claws him with a talent. Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud cre. Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simdo; 'twas a prieket.

ple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !- figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, Othou monster ignorance, how deforined motions, revolutions: these are begot in the dost thou look!

ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dain. of pia mater; and deliver'd upon the mel. ties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat lowing of occasion : But the gift is good in paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink : those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful his intellect is not replenis ed; he is only an for it. animal, only sensible in the duller parts; Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and And such barren plants are set before us, that so may my parisbioners; for their sons are we thankful should be

well tutor d by you, and their daughters pro(Which we of taste and feeling are) for those fit very greatly under yon : you are a good

parts that do fructify in us inore than he. member of the commonwealth. For as it would ill become me to be vain, in- Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, discreet, or a fool,

they shall want no instruction: if their daughSo, were there a patch + set on learning, to ters be capable, I will pnt it to them : But, vir see him in a school:

supit, qui pauca loquitur: a soul feminine But, omne bene, say I; being of an old fa- saluteth us. ther's mind,

(the wind, Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Many can brook the weather, that love not Jaq. God give you good morrow, master Dull. You two are book-men: Can you person. tell by your wit,

Hol. Master person,-quasi pers-on. And What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's if one should be pierced, which is the one ? not five weeks old as yet?

Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that Hol. Dictyona, good man Dull; Dictynna, is likest to a hogshead. good man Dull.

Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre Dull. What is Dictynna ?

of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a Nath. A title to Phæbe, 'to Luna, to the fint, pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty; it

(Adam was no more; is well. Hol. The moon was a month old, when Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as And ranght I not 10 five weeks, when he came read me this letter; it was given me by Cos to fivescore.

tard, and sent me from Don Armatho : I be. The allusion holds in the exchange.

seech you, read it. Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus in the exchange.

omne sub umbrâ Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the Ruminat, -and so forth. Ab, good old Manallusion holds in the exchange.

tuan !

(nice: Dull. And I say the pollution bolds in the I may speak of thee as the travellerdoth of Ve. exchange ; for the moon is never but a inonth

Vinegiu, Vinegia, old: and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia. that the princess kill'd.

Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who underHol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an ex. standeth thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, temporal epitaph on the death of the deer? Ilu, mi, fa. Under pardon, sir, what are the * A species of apple.

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contents ? or, rather, as Horace says in his- Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. What, my soul, verses ?

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

certain pupil of mine; where if, before repast, Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; it shall please you to gratify the table with a Lege, domine.

grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the Nath. If love make me forsworn, how parents of the foresaid child or pupil, andershall I swear to love?

take your ben venuto; where Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty those verses to be very unlearned, neither vowed !

[prove; savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention : 1 Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful beseech your society. Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee Nuth. And thank you too: for society, like osiers bowed.

(saith the text,) is the happiness of life. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book Hol. And, certes t, the text most infallibly thine eyes :

(would comprehend : concludes it.-Sir, (To Dull.] I do invite Where all those pleasures live, that art you too; you shall not say me, nay: pauca If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall verba. Away; the gentles are at their game, suffice;

(thee commend : and we will to our recreation. [Ereunt. Well learned is that tongue, that well can All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without

SCENE III. Another part of the same. wonder ; (parts admire;)

Enter Biron, with a paper. (Which is to me some praise, that I thy Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice

Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I his dreadful thunder,

am coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; Which, not to anger bent, is music, and I am toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; sweet fire.

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defiel a foal word. Well, Set thee down, Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this sorrow! for su, they say, the fool said, and so That sings heaven's' praise with such an say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By earthly tongue!

the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax : it kills Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved miss the accent: let me supervise the canzo- again on my side! I will not love : if I do, net. Here are only nun rs ratified ; but, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence -by this light, but for her eye, I would not of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man :

love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do and why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doth the taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy ; hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired and here is part of my rhyme, and here my horse* his rider. But damosella virgiu, was melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonthis directed to you?

nets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter of the strange queen's lords.

fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would Hob. I will overglance the superscript. To not care a pin if the other three were in; the snow-white hand of the maist beauteous Here comes one with a paper; God give him Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the grace to groan ! [Gets up into a tree. intellect of the letter, for the nomination of Enter the King, with a paper. the party writing to the person written unto : King. Ah me!

Your Ladyship's in all desired employ- Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven! - Pro. ment, Biron. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is ceed, sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him one of the votaries with the king; and here with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:--I'faith he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the secrets.stranger queen’s, which, accidentally, or by the King. (Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden way of progression, hath miscarried.-- Trip sun gives not and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, royal hand of the king; it may concern much : As thy eye-beams; when their fresh rays Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty;

have smote

[flows : adieu.

The night of dew that on my cheeks down Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.--Sir, God Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright save your life!

Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

As doth thy face through tears of mine give [Ereunt Coșr. and JAQ.

light; Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: of God, very religiously; and, as a certain No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, father. saith

So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do Do but behold the tears that swell in me, fear colourable colours. But, to return to the And they thy glory through thy grief will verses; Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ?

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But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my My tears for glasses, and still make me

wish;

(dish!

Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a 0

queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! Dum. O most divine Kate! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal Biron. O most profane coxcomb! (Aside. tell.

[ paper; Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes

(Aside. here?

[Steps aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for fool have amber Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper.

coted . What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, noted.

(Aside. appear!

[Aside. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.

Biron.

Stoop, I say; Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, Her shoulder is with child. (Aside. wearing papers. [Aside. Dum.

As fair as day.
King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun
in shame!

(Aside.
must shine.

[Aside.
Biron. One drunkard loves another of the Dum. O that I had my wish!
name:

[Aside. Long.

And I had mine! [Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been per. King. And I mine too, good Lord! (Aside. jur'd so?

Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that Biron. [Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; a good word ?

[Aside. not by two, that I know :

Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner cap of Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. society,

[plicity. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim

incision

[sion. (A site. Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack Would let hier ont in saucers; Sweet mispri. power to move :

Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

have writ. These numbers will I tear, and write in prose, Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can Biron. (Aside.] 0, rhymes are guards on

[Aside. wanton Cupid's hose:

Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)
Disfigure not his slop.

Love, whose month is ever May,
Long
This same shall go.

Spied a blossom, passing fair, [He reads the sonnet. Playing in the wanton air: Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye Through the velvet leaves the wind, ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold ar- All unseen, 'gan passage find; gument,)

That the lover, sick to death, Persuade

my heart to this false perjury? Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Vows, for thee broke, deserre not punish- Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; ment.

Air, would I might triumph so!
A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove, But alack, my hand is sworn,

Thou being a goddess, I forstvore not thee: Neer to pluck thee from thy thorn :
My vow was earthly, thou a hearenly love; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ;
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all dis- Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
grace in me.

Do not call it sin in me,
Vores are but breath, and breath a vapour is: That I am for sworn for thee :
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth Thou for whom even Jove would swear,
dost shine,

Juno but an Ethiop were;..
Exhab'st this vapour vow ; in thee it is: And deny himself for Jove,

If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; Turning mortal for thy love.
If by me broke, What fooi is not so wise, This will I send; and something else more plain,
To lose an oath to win a paradise ? That'shall express my true love's fasting pain.
Biron. [Aside.) This is the liver vein, which o, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
makes flesh a deity;

Were lovers too ! Ill, to example ill,
A green goose, a goddess pure, pure idolatry. Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
God amend us, God amend! we are much oat For none offend, where all alike do dote.
o the way.

Long. Domain, [advancing ] thy love is far
Enter DUMAIN, with a paper.

from charity,
Long. By whom shall I send this?-Com. That in love's grief desir'st society :

pany! stay. Stepping aside. You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
Biron. [Aside.) All bid, all hid, an old infant To be v'erheard, and taken napping so.
play:

King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush ; Like a demi-god here sit I' in the sky,

as his your case is such ;

1. And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. You chide at him, offending twice as much : . Outstripped, surpassed.

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name.

You do not love Maria; Longaville

Enter JAQUENETTA and CostaRD. Did never sonnet for her sake compile; Jaq. God bless the king! Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart ! King. What present hæst thou there? His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. Cost. Some certain treason. I have been closely shronded in this bush, King.

What makes treason here! And mark'd you both, and for you both did Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. blush. (fashion; King.

If it mar nothing neither, I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your The treason, and you, go in peace away toge Saw sighs freek from you, noted well your ther.

(read; passion:

Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be Ah me! says one'; O Jove! the other cries; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's King. Biron, read it over. eyes : 1,

[Giving him the letter. You would for paradise break faith and troth; Where hadst thou it?

[TO LONG. Jaq. Of Costard. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an King. Where hadst thou it? oath.

(To DUMAIN. Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear King. How now! what is in you? why A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? dost thou tear it?

(needs not fear it. How will he scorn? how will he spend his Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace wit?

Long. It did move him to passion, and How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it?

therefore let's hear it. For all the wealth that ever I did see,

Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his I would not have him know so much by me.

(Picks up the pieces. Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.-- Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhearl, [T Ah, govd my liege, I pray thee pardon ine: Cost.) you were born to do me shame.

[Descends from the tree. Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to re- King. What? [to make up the mess : prove

Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool These worms for loving, that art most in love? He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, Are pick-purses in and we deserve to die. There is no certain princess that appears : O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you You'll not be perjur’d, 'tis a hateful thing ; Dum. Now the number is even. (more. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. Biron.

True, true; we are four:But are you not asham’d ? nay, are you not, Will these turtles be gone? All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? King.

Hence, sirs; away. You found his mote; the king your mote did Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the But I a beam do find in each of three. (see; traitors stay. (Exeunt Cost. & JAQ. 0, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen *!

embrace! O me, with wbat strict patience have I sat, As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: To see a king transformed to a gnat!

The sea will ebb and flow,heavey show bis face; To see great Hercules whipping a gig,

Young blood will not obey an old decree : And profound Solomon to tune a jig, We cannot cross the cause why we were boru; And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. And critic + 'l'imon laugh at idle toys !

King. What, did these rent lines show some Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain? love of thine ?

[heavenly Rosaline, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? Biron. Did they, qaoth you? Who sees the And where my liege's? all about the breast :- That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, A caudle, ho!

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, King

Too bitter is thy jest. Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to What peremptory eagle sighted eye I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin ' [you ; Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, To break the vow I am engaged in;

That is not blinded by her majesty? (now? I am betray'd, by keeping company

King. What zeal, whatfury hath inspird thee With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. My love, her mistress, is a gracious inoon; When shall you see nie write a thing in rhyme ? She, an attending star, scarce seen a light, Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor 1 In pruningf me? When shall you hear that I Birón: Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, O, but for my love, day would turn to night! A gait, a state, a brow; a breast, a waist, Of all complexions the culld sovereignty A leg, a limbi

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; King Soft; Whither away. so fast ? Where several worthies make one dignity; A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? [go. Where nothing tvants, that want itself doth Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me l.. 1 sek. Grief. .bt-Cypic.

In trimming myself.

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