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And he from forage will incline to play:

O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar wit! But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

were, so fit. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited this Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! letter?

To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! What vane? what weather-cock? did yon ever hear To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly aʼ will better?

swear! Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style. And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit! Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o’crit erewhile. Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! [Shouting Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here within.] Sola, sola! [Exit Costard, running. in court;

SCENE II.-The same. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. To the prince, and his book-mates.

Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the Prin. Thou fellow, a word:

testimony of a good conscience. Who gave thee this letter?

Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,-blood; Cost. I told you; my lord.

ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in Prin. To whom should'st thou give it?

the ear of coelo,—the sky, the welkin, the heaven; Cost. From my lord to my lady.

and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra,—the Prin. From which lord, to which lady?

soil, the land, the earth. Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter.—Come, lords, assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. away.

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Here, sweet, put ap this; 'twill be thine another day. Dull

. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.

(Exeunt. Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insiBoyet. Who is the suitor? who is the snitor? nuation, as it were, in via, in way of explication ; faRos. Shall I teach you to know?

cere, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, Ros. Why, she that bears the bow.

upolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather Finely put off!

unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, -to Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou insert again my haud credo for a deer. marry,

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. pricket. Finely put on!

Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !--Othon monRos. Well then, I am the shooter.

ster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. And who is your deer?

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come near. bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he Finely put on, indeed !

hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; strikes at the brow.

And such barren plants are set before us, that we thank Boyet.But she herselfis hit lower: have I hit her now? ful should be Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts, was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, that do fructify in us more than he. as touching the hit it?

For, as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was

a fool, a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a litte So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a wench, as touching the hit it.

school : Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing. But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Thou canst not hit, my good man.

Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Boyet. An I cannot, cannut, cannot,

Dull. You two are book-men: can you tell by your An I cannot, another can.

wit (Exeunt Ros. and Kath. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! weeks old as yet? Mar. Á mark marvellous well shot; for they both Hol. Dictynna,good man Dull; Dictynna, good man did hit it.

Dall. Boyet. A mark! O, mark bat that mark; a mark, Dull. What is Dictynna ? says my lady!

Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was no Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith your hand is out. Cost. Indeed, a' mast shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er And raught not to five weeks, when he came to five

hit the clout. Boyet. Anif my hand be out, then, belike your hand The allusion holds in the exchange. is in,

Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the exchange. pin.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allasion Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow holds in the exchange. foul.

Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge for the moon is never but a month old : and I say beher to bowl.

side, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epiowl.

[Ereunt Boyet and Maria. taph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! ignorant, I have call’d the deer the princess kill? > Lord lord! how the ladies and I have put him down ! pricket.

more;

score.

your life!

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it | Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

thunder, Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. facility.

Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue! pleasing prichet;

Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore accent: let me supervise the canzonet! Here are only with shooting

numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and The dogs did yell; put lto sore, then sorel jumps from golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidious Naso was thicket;

the man: and why indeed, Naso; but for smelling ont Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invenhooting.

tion? Imitari,is nothing: 80 doth the hound his master, If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But, dasore L!

mosella virgin, was this directed to you? of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the more L

strange queen's lords. Nath. A rare talent!

Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the snowDull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline.—I with a talent.

will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foo- nomination of the party written unto. Your Ladylish, extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, ship's in all desired employment,

BIRON. objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of in the womb of pia mater; and deliver’d upon the mel- the stranger queen’s, which, accidentally, or by the lowing of occasion: bat the gift is good in those in way of progression, hath miscarried.— Trip and go, whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may king; it may concern much: stay not thy compliment; my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor’d by you, I forgive thy duty : adieu ! and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you Jaq. Good Costard, go with me! Sir, God save are a good member of the commonwealth.

Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall Cost. Have with thee, my girl! want no instruction: if their daughters be capable,

(Exeunt Cost, and Jaq. I will put it to them. But, vir sapit, qui pauca loqui Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, tur: a soul feminine saluteth us.

very religiously; and, as a certain father saith-Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD.

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colourable Jag. God give you good morrow, master person.

colours. But, to return to the verses; did they please Hol. Master person, - quasi pers-on. And if one you, sir Nathaniel ? should be pierced, which is the one?

Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil to a hogshead.

of mine; where if, before repast, it shall please you to Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of con- gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege ceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, enough for a swine: 'tis pretty, it is well.

undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poeletter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from try, wit, nor invention : I beseech your society. Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it.

Nath. And thank you foo: for society, (saith the Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub text,) is the happiness of life. umbra

Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes Ruminat, -and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! it.—Sir, (To Dull.] I do invite you too; you shall not I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice: say me, nay: pauca verba.-Away; the gentles are at Vinegia, Vinegia,

game, and we will to our recreation. Chi non te vede, einon te pregia.

SCENE III. Old Mantuan ! old Mantuau! Who understandeth

Another part of the same. thee not, loves thee not! - Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.

Enter Bilox, with a paper. -Under pardon, sir, what are the contents ? or, ra Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursther, as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ? ing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am toiling in a Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

pitch ; pitch, that defiles; defile! a foul word. Well, Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, do- set thee wn, sorrow! for so, they say, the fool said, mine.

and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By the Nath. (reads) If love make me forsworn, how shall I lord, this love is as mad, as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills swear to love?

me, I a sheep. Well proved again on my side! I will Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed ! not love: if I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not; o, but Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; her eye, -by this light, but for her eye, I would not Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well

, I do nothing bowed.

in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes; I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be Where all those pleasures live, that art would com- melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here prehend:

my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the Well learned is that tongue, that well can the com-| lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! mend:

By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three All ignorant that son), that sees thee without wonder; were in. Here comes one with a paper; God give him (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire ;) grace to groan!

(Gets up into a tree.

not

Enter the King, with a paper.

And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. King. Ah me!

More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Biron. (Aside.] Shot, by heaven!- Proceed, sweet Dumain transform’d: four woodcocks in a dish! Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt un Dum. O most divine Kate! der the left pap :- l'faith secrets.

Biron. O most profane coxcomb!

[Aside. King. [Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye!

Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you lie. To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,

Aside. As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright

[Aside. Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum. As upright as the cedar. As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Biron. Stoop, I say, Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:

Her shoulder is with child.

[Aside. No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

Dum. As fair as day. So ridest thou triumphing in my woe;

Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

[Aside. And they thy glory through my grief will show: Dum. O that I had my wish! But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep

Long. And I had mine!

[ Aside. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep:

King. And I mine too, good Lord!

[ Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel!

Biron. Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word ? No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.

[ Aside. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Sweet leaves, shade folly! Who is he comes here? Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.

(Steps aside. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision Enter Longaville, with a paper.

Would let her out in saucers ;sweet misprision! [Aside. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear!

Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! Biron. Once more I'll mark, how love can vary wit. Aside.

[Aside. Long. Ah me! Jum forsworn.

Dum. On a day, (alack the day :) Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing pa

Love, whose month is ever May, pers.

[ Aside.

Spied a blossom, passing fair, King. In love, I hope; sweet fellowship in shame!

Playing in the wanton air : (Aside.

Through the velvet leaves the wind, Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name.

Allunseen, 'gan passage find; [ Aside.

That the lover, sick to death, Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?

Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Biron. [ Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by

Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; two, that I know:

Air, would I might triumph so! Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner-cap of

But alack, my hand is sworn, society,

Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.

Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to move:

Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet. O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

No not call it sin in me, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

That I am forsworn for thee: Biron. [ Aside.] 0, rhymes are guards on wanton

Thou, for whom even Jove would swear, Cupid's hose:

Juno but an Ethiop were; Disfigure not his slop !

And deny himself for Jove, Long. This same shall go.- (He reads the sonnet.

Turning mortal

for thy love.Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye

This will I send ; and something else more plain, ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) That shall express my true love's fasting pain. Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. Were lovers too! ml, to example ill,
A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,

Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee :

For none offend, where allalike do dote. My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;

Long. Dumain, [advancing.) thy love is far from
Thy grace, being gain'd, cures ali disgrace in me. charity,
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: That in love's grief desir'st society:

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
Exhalst this vapour vow; in thee it is :

To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
Il broken then, it is no fault of mine ;

King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush; as his If by me broke, what fool is not so wise,

your case is such ; To lose an oath to win a paradise?

You chide at him, offending twice as much:
Biron. (Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes You do not love Maria; Longaville
flesh a deity;

Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry! Nor neverlay his wreathed arms athwart
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the His loving bosom, to keep down his heart!
way.

I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Enter Dumain, with a
apaper.

And mark'd you both, and for you both did blash. Long. By whom I shall send this? Company; stay! I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion;

(Stepping aside. Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: Biron. (Aside.) All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Ah me! says one; o Jove! the other cries; Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,

One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes :

You would for paradise break faith and troth; Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [To Long

[Picks up the pieces.. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, (To Costard.]

[To Dumain. you were born to do me shame.What will Birón say, when that he shall hear Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. A faith infring?d, which such a zeal did swear? King. What? How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make How will he triumph, leap, and laugh atit?

up the mess: For all the wealth that ever I did see,

He, he, and you, my liege, and I, I would not have him know so much by me.

Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. o, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!

Dum. Now the number is even.

[Descends from the tree. Biron. True, true; we are four : Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Will these turtles be gone? These worms for loving, that art most in love? King. Hence, sirs; away! Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors There is no certain princess that appears;

stay.

[Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta. You'll not be perjur’d, 'tis a hateful thing;

Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, o let us embrace! Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: But are you not asham’d? nay, are you not,

The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?

Young blood will not obey an old decree:
Yon found his mote; the king your mote did see; We cannot cross the cause, why we were born;
But I a beam do find in each of three.

Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. 0, what a scene of foolery I have seen,

King. What, did these rent lines show some love of Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!

thine? O me, with what strict patience have I sat,

Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly To see a king transformed to a gnat!

Rosaline, To see great Hercules whipping a gig,

That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And profound Solomon to tune a jig,

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,

Bows not his vassal head, and, strucken blind,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys !

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain ? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
And where my liege's? all about the breast : That is not blinded by her majesty ?
A candle, ho!

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir’d thee now? King. Too bitteristhy jest.

My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?

She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin

0, but for my love, day would turn to night! To break the vow I am engaged in;

Of all complexions the call's sovereignty I am betray'd, by keeping company

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. Where several worthies make one dignity; When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues In pruning me? When shall you hear, that I Fye, painted rhetoric ! o, she needs it not: Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,

To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ; A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,

She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. Aleg, a limb ?

A wither'd hermit,five-score winters worn, King. Soft; whither away so fast?

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: A true man, or a thief, that gallops so?

Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go! And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy.

0,'tis the sun that maketh all things shine! Enter JAQUENETTA and Costand.

King. By heaven, thy love is black, as ebony. Jaq. God bless the king !

Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! King. What present hast thou there?

A wife of such wood were felicity. Cost. Some certain treason.

0, who can give an oath? where is a book? King. What makes treason here?

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

If that she learn not of her eye to look: King. If it mar nothing neither,

No face is fair, that is not full so black. The treason, and you, go in peace away together. King. 0, paradox! black is the badge of hell, Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. King. Biron, read it over.- (Giving him the letter. Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of Where hadst thou it?

light. Jaq. Of Costard.

O, ifin black my lady's brows be deckt, King. Where hadst thou it?

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Cost. Of Duu Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. Should ravish doters with a false aspect; King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou And therefore is she born to make black fair. tearit?

Her favoar turns the fashion of the days ; Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not For native blood is counted painting now; fear it.

And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's Paints itself black, to imitate her brow: hear it.

Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black.

[graphic]

see.

Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted When the suspicious head of theft is stoppid; bright.

Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, For valour, is not love a Hercules,

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? King. 'Twere good yours did ; for,sir, to tell you plain, Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical,

I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. As bright Apollo's lute, string with his hair ; Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;

{Showing his shoe. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Her feet were much too dainty for suck tread! From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;

The street should see, as she walk'd over head. They are the books, the arts, the academes,
King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Biron. 0, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. Else, none at all in aught proves excellent;
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, now Then fools you were these women to forswear;
prove

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Dum. Ay, marry, there;--some flattery for this evil. Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; Long. O, some authority how to proceed;

Or for men's sake, the authors of these women; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil! Or women's sake, by whom we men are men ; Dun. Some salve for perjury!

Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves, Biron, 0, 'tis more than need !

Or else we lose ourselves, to keep our oaths : Have at you then, affection's men at arms:

It is religion to be thus forsworn: Consider, what you first did swear unto;

For charity itselffulfils the law; To fast,--to study,--and to see no woman;

And who can sever love from charity? Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth! King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them,lords; And abstinence engenders maladies.

Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, In conNict that you get the sun of them. In that each of you hath forsworn his book:

Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by: Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,

King. And win them too; therefore let us devise Have found the ground of study's excellence, Some entertainment for them in their tents ! Without the beauty of a woman's face?

Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;

thither;
They are the ground, the books, the academes, Then, homeward, every man attach the hand
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon
Why, universal plodding prisons up

We will with some strange pastime solace them,
The nimble spirits in the arteries ;

Such as the shortness of the time can shape; As motion, and long-during action, tires

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

Fore-runfair Love, strewing her way with flowers. Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, You have in that forsworn the use of eyes ;

That will be time, and may by us be fitted. And study too, the causer of your vow:

Biron. Allons!. Allons ! — Sow'd cockle reap'd no For where is any anthor in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

And justice always whirls in equal measure : Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,

Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; And where we are, our learning likewise is.

If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt. Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, Do we not likewise see our learning there? 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ;

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And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

SCENE I. - Another part of the same.
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,
In leaden contemplation, have found out

Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes

Hol. Satis quod sufficit. Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?

Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons at dinOther slow arts entirely keep the brain;

ner have been sharp and sententions; pleasant without And therefore finding barren practisers,

scurrility, witty without affection, audacions without Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil:

impudency, learned without opinion, and strange But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,

without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with Lives not alone immured in the brain;

a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, But with the motion of all elements,

or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Courses as swift as thought in every power;

Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, And gives to every power a double power,

his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye Above their funetions and their offices,

ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaIt adds a precious seeing to the eye ;

viour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;

picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,

too perigrinate, as I may call it.

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