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Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore, this,If for my love (as there is no such cause) You will do aught, this shall you do for me : Your oath I will not trust: but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world ; There stay, until the twelve celestial signs Have brought about their annual reckoning: 980 If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood; If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, But that it bear this trial, and last love; Then, at the expiration of the year, Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine, I will be thine s and, 'till that instant, shut My woeful self up in a mourning house ; Raining the tears of lamentation, For the remembrance of my father's death. If this thou do deny, let our hands part ; Neither entitled in the other's heart. King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye !
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love, and what to me
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with fault and perjury :
1001 Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,
A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest,
Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me?
Kath. A wife!-a beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully 'till then.
Mar. At the twelve-month's end,
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long, Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, 1021 What humble suit attends thy answer there; Impose some service on me for thy love.
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Proclaims
you for a inan replete with mocks; Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts; Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit : 1029 To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain ; And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,
(Without the which I am not to be won)
1040 Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear. Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, And I will have you, and that fault withal ; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, 1050 And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation. Biron. A twelve-month? well, befall what will
befall, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
[To the King. King. No, madam ; we will bring you on your
way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Kij
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy
1060 And then 'twill end.
Biron. That's too long for a play.
Armado. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I am a votary ; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three year. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckow? it should have follow'd in the end of our show.
1078 King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach.
Enter all, for the Song.
This side is Hiems; winter.
S O N G.
S P R I N G
When daizies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer-smocks,
W I N T E R.
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,