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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 feign : -“ And every godfather can give a name.”

King. How well he's read, to reason again reading!
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding.
Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's

grow

the
weeding
Biron. The spring is near when green geese are a-

breeding.
Dum. How follows that ?
Biron. Fit in his place and time.
Dum. In reason nothing.
Biron. Something then in rhime.
Long. 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 cause to sing?
Why should I joy in an abortive birth ?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows :
But like of each thing that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,
Climb o'er the house t’unlock the little

gate.
King. Well, fit you out-Go home, Biron: adieu !
Biron. No, my good Lord, I've sworn to stay with

you. And though I have for barbarism spoke more,

Than for that angel knowledge you can fay; Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And 'bide the penance of each three years' day. Give me the paper, let me read the same; And to the striat'st decrees I'll write my name. King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

Mame ! Biron. Item. That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.

[reading. Hath this been proclaimed ?

Long. Four days ago.

Biron. Let's see the penalty. On pain of losing her tongue.

[reading. VOL. II.

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Who

Who devis'd this penalty ?

Long. Marry, that did I.
Biron. Sweet Lord, and why?
Long. To fright them hence with that dread pe-

nalty.
Biron. A dangerous law against gentility !.

Item. [reading.) 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 poffibly 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 compleat majesty, About surrender up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, fick, and bed-rid father :
Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes th' admired Princess hither.
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, fo loft.

King. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; She must lie here on mere necessity. Biron. Neceflity will make us all forsworn Three thoufand 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 for me :
I am forsworn on mere necessity.--
So to the laws at large I write my name,

And he that breaks them in the leait degree,
Stands in attainder of eternal shame.

Suggestions are to others, as to me;
But I believe, although I feem fo loth,
I am the last that wilì last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted ?

King. Ay, that there is; our court; you know, is

haunted With a refined traveller of Spain, A man in all the world's new fashion planted,

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : " One whom the music of his own vain tongue

“ Doth ravish, like inchanting harmony: “ A man of compliments, whom right and wrong

“ Have chofe as umpire of their muntiny. " 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 lye ;
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Biron. Armado is a moft illustrious wight,
A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.

Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our sport; And, fo to study, three years are but short. SCENE II. Enter Dull and Costard with a letter.

Dull. Which is the King's own person?
Biron. This, fellow; what would's ?

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his Grace's Tharborough: 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.

Cofi. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching

me.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armádo.

Biron. How low foever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. 1 high hope for a low having; God grant us patience !

Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing ?

Long. To hear meekly, Sir, to laugh moderately, or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the style shall give usắcause to climb in the merriness.

Coft.

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Coft. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken in the manner.

Biron. In what manner ?

Coft. In manner and form, following, Sir; all those three. I was seen with her in the manor-house, fitting 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 the manner of a man to speak to a woman : for the form, in some form.

Biron. For the following, Sir ?

Coft. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear the letter with attention ?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Cost. Such is the fimplicity 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. So it is
Coft. It may be fo; but if he say it is so, he is, in
telling true, but so, fo.

King. Peace
Coft. Be to me, and every man that dares not fight!
King. No words
Coft. Of other mens secrets, I beseech you..

King. So it is, besieged with fable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humour to the most wholesome phyfic 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 call'd Supper : so much for the time, when. Now for the ground, which? which, I mean, I walk'd 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-colour'd in, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or feeft. But to the place, where it sandeth north-north-east and

by

by east from the west corner of thy curious knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited Awain, that base minow of thy mirth, (Coft. Me?), that unletter'd fmall. knowing foul, (Cost. Me?), that allow vajal, (Cost. Still me?), which, as I remember, bight Coliard, ( Cöft. O me!), sorted and conforted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edilt and continent canon, with, with, with, - but with this I passion to say wherewith :

Coft. With a wench.

King. With a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or for thy more understanding, a woman ; him, I ( as my ever-esteem'd duty pricks me on bave sent to thee, to receive the need of punishment, by thy fweet 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. For Jaquenetta, ( fo is the weaker vesel called), which I apprehended with the aforesaid sain, I keep her as a vasal of thy law's fury, and shall at the least of thy fweet notice bring her to trial. Thine in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armado.

Biron. This is not so well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay; the best for the worst. But, firrah, what say you to this?

Coft. Sir I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Coff. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.

Coft. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damosel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damofel.

Coft. This was no damofel neitlier, Sir, she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied too, for it was proclaim'd virgin.

Copt.

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