From what it purpos'd : fince, to wail friends loft,
Is not by much fo wholesome, profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prir. I understand you not, my griefs are double.

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;
And by these badges understand the King,
For your fair fakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths : your beauty, Ladies,
Hath much deform’d us, fashioning our humours
Even to th’opposed end of our intents ;
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains,
All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,
Form'd by the eye, and therefore like the eye,
Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth rowl,
To every varied object in his glance ;
Which party.coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heav'nly eyes,
Have misbecom'd our oaths and grayities;
Those heav'nly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested us to make them : therefore, Ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours. We to ourselves prove false,
By being once false, for ever to be true
To those that make us both : fair Ladies, you :
And even that falfhood, in itself a sin,
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love,
Your favours, the embassadors of love :
And in our maiden council rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy ;
As bombast, and as lining to the time:
But more devout, than these are our respects,
Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.

Dum. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more than jeft.
Long. So did our looks.
Roja. We did not coat them fo.
King. Now at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.



Prin. A time methinks, too short,
To make a world-without-end bargain in ;
No, no, my Lord, your Grace is perjur'd much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore, this-
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
You will do ought, this shall you do for me :
Your oath I will not truft; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There fay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about their annual reckoning.
If this austere in sociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If froits, and fafts, 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 me; challenge me, by these deserts ;
And by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
I will be thine, and 'till that instant shut
My woeful felf 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 intitled in the ocher's heart.
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,
To flatter


powers of mine with reft; The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!

Hence, ever then, my heart is in thy breast. Biron. (54) [And what to me, my love and what to me?

Rofa. (54) Biron. [And wbat to me, my love ? and wbat to me 8 Rosa. You must be purged too : pour fins

are rank :
You are attaint with fault and perjury.
Tberefore if you my favour mean to get,
A tweluemontb shall you spend, and never reft,

But seek the weary beds of people fick.] These fix verses both Dr. Tbirlby and Mr. Warburion concur to think Thould be expung’d; and therefore I have put them between crotchets : not that they were an interpolation, says theDo&or, but as the author's first draught, which he afterwards rejected; and executed the same thought a little lower with much more spirit and clegance, Mr. War


Roja. You must be purged too, your fins are rank,
You are attaint with fault and perjury;
Therefore if you my favour mean to get,
A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest,
But seek the weary beds of people fick.]

Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me?

Cath, (55) 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?

Cath. Not so, my Lord; a twelve-month and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say..
Come, when the King doth to my Lady come;
Then if I have much love, I'll give you some.
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Cath. Yet swear not, left ye be forsworn again,
Long. What says Maria?

Mar. At the twelve-month's end,
Il change my black gown for a faithful friend.

Long. I'll stay with patience ; but the time is long.
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.

Birdn. Studies my Ladyt mistress, Icok on me,
Behold the window of my

heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there ;
Impose some service on me for thy love.

Rosa. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I saw you ; and the world's large tongue

you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;
burton conjectures, that Shakespeare is not to answer for the present ab-
furd repetition, but his actor editors; who, thinking Rosalind3 speech
too long in the second plan, had abridg'd it to the lines above quoted :
but, in publishing the play, stupidly printed both the original speech
of Shakespeare, and their own abridgment of it.
(55) A wife, a beard, fair health, and honesty;

With threefold love I give you all these three. Thus our sagacious modern editors. But if they had but the reckoning of a tapfier, as our author says, they might have been able to distinguish four from tbree. I have, by the direction of the old impressions, reform’d the painting; and made Catharine say what the intended. See. ing Dumaine, so very young, approach her with his addresses, “ You 5 shall have a wife, indeed! Jays fae; no, no, I'll wish you three “ things you have more need of, a beard, a sound conftitution, and « bonefly enough to preserve it such."


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your wit :

Which you on all estates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of
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 ;
You shall this twelve-month-term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
T'enforce the pained impotent to smile.

Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death ?
It cannot be, it is impoflible :
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Rofa. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fcols: A jelt's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if fickly ears, Deaft 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 ; And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation.

Biron. A twelve-month? well; befal, what will befal, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my Lord, and lo 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 ; Jack hath not Jill; these Ladies courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.

King. Come, Sir, it wants a iwelve-month and a day, And then 'twill end. Biron. (56) That's too long for a play.

Enter (56) That's too long for a play.] Besides the exact regularity to the rules of art, which the author has happen'd to preserve in fome few of his pieces; this is demonstration, I think, that tho' he has more frequently transgress’d the unity of time, by cramming years into the

compass compass of a play, yet he knew the absurdity of fo doing, and was not unacquainted with the rule to the contrary, (57) Wben daizjes py'd, and violets blue,

Enter Armado.
Arm. Sweet Majesty, vouchsafe me
Prin. Was not that Hector ?
Dun. That worthy knight of Troy.

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 years. But, moftesteem'd 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.

King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Arm. Holla! approach.

Enter all,
This side is Hiems, winter.
This Ver, the spring; the one maintain’d by the owl,
The other by the cuckow.
Ver, begin.

The SON G.

(57) When daizies pied, and violets blue,

And Lady-smocks all silver white,
And cuckow-buds, of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows with delight;
The cuckow then on every tree
Mocks married men ; for thus fings he,
Cuckow !

Cuckow ! cuckow ! O word of fear,

Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmens clocks :
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws;
And maidens bleach their summer smocks ;


And cuckow-buds of yellow bue

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