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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 :- 'faith secrets. –

Biron. O most profane coxcomb!

[ Aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives Num. 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 well noted. Norshines 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? Reigos 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 outin saucers ;sweet misprision![ Aside. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, car!

Dum. Once morel'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! I am 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.


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.

All unseen, '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 topluck 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 ant to pluck a sweet. O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

Do not call it sin in me, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

That I am forsworn for thee: Biron. (Aside.) o, rhymes are guards on wanton

Thou, for whom eren 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! II, to example ill,
A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,

Wonld from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Thou being a goddess, Iforswore not thee: For none oll'end, where allalike do dote.
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;

Long. Damain, (advancing.) thy love is far from
Thy grace, being gain'd, cures all 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,
Lrhaľst this vapour vow; in thee it is:

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

King. Come, sir, [adrancing.) you blush; as his It 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, oflending 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!

I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Enter Dunain, with a paper.

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: Ahme! 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 :

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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 at it?

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 Cosi. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors
There is no certain princess that appears ;


[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:
You 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.
O, 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!

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 caudle, ho!

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir’d thee now?
King. Too bitter is thy 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 cull’d 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 seck.
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!

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 beanty lack,
Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

If that she learn not of her eye to look:
King. Ifit 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,
Jag. 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?

Jaq. Of Costard.

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

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair,
Cost. Of Dau 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.
tear it?

Her favour 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.


Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd; 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 yow, 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, strung 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. Nodevil 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 pared with thine eyes, And plant in tyrants inild humility.
Her feet were much too dainty for such 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 pourish all the world;
Biron. 0, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. Else, none at all in anght proves excellent;
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, now Then fools you were these women to forswear;

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. 0, some authority how to proceed;

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

Let ils 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 apon them, lords; And abstinence engenders maladies.

Pell-mell, down with them! but be hrst advis'd,
And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, In conflict that you get the sun of them.
In that each of you liath forsworu liis book:

Long. Now to plain-dcaling; 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;

They are the ground, the books, the academes, Then, homeward, every man attach the hand
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. ofhis fáir mistress: in the afternoon
Why, aniversal 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-run fair 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 100, the causer of your vow:

Biron. Allons ! Allons! – Sow'd cockle reap'd 10
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 plagnes 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 iv ladies' eyes,
Do we you likewise see our learning there?
O, we have made a vow to study, lords;

And in that vow we have forsworn our

ir books ;

SCENE I. - Another part of the same.
For when would yon, my liege, or you, or you,

Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dell.
In learleu contemplation, have found out
Such fery numbers, as the prompting eyes

Hol. Satis quod sufficit.
Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ? Nath. 1 praise God for you, sir: your reasons at din-
Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;

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

scurrility, witty without affection, audacious 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 functions and their oflices.

ambitious, hisgait majestical, It adds a precious seeing to the eye;

viour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is 100 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,

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Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. is liable, congruent, and measurableforthe afternoon:

[Takes out his table-book. the word is well cull’d, chuse; sweet and apt, I do Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer assure you, sir, I do assare. than the stable of his argument. I abhor such fanatical Arm. Sír, the king is a noble gentleman; and my faphantasms, such insociable and point-devise compa- miliar, I do assure you, very good friend. - For what vions ; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout, is inward between us, let it pass :- I do beseech thee, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should remember thy courtesy;-I beseech thee, apparel thy pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not, d, e, t: he clepeth head ;--and among other importunate and most seria calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur, nebour; ous designs,—and of great importindeed, too ;-but neigh, abbreviated, ne: this is abhominable, (which let that pass:--for I must tell thee, it will please his he would call abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie; grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor Ne intelligis domine? to make frantic, lunatic. shoulder; and with his royal finger , thus, dally with Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

my excrement, with my mustachio: but, sweet heart, Hol. Bone ?---bone, for bené: Priscian a little let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some scratch'd ; 'twill serve.

certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to im

part to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Enter ARMADO, Moth, and COSTARD. seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of all is,Nath. Videsne quis venit?

but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that the king Hol. Video, et gaudeo.

would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with Arm. Chirra!

[To Moth. some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?

antic, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the Arm. Men of peace, wellenconnter'd!

curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions, Hol. Most military sir, salutation !

and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assisand stolen the scraps..

[To Costard aside. tance. Cost. 0, they have lived long in the alms-basket of Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worwords ! Í marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a thies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainword; for thou art not solong by the head as honorifi- ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, cabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed than to be rendered by our assistance,—the king's coma flap-dragon.

mand, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned Moth. Peace! the peal begins.

gentleman, - before the princess; I say, none so fit as
Arm, Monsieur, (To Ilol.) are you not letter'd ? to present the nine worthies.
Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook: Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to
What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his head? present them?
Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself,or this gallant gentleMoth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-you hear man, Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his his learning.

great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; the Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

page, Hercules. Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough them; or the fifth, ifl.

for that worthy's thumb: he is actso big as the end of Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i,

his club. Moth. The sheep : the other two concludes it; o, u. lol. Shall I have audience? he shall present HerenArm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a les in minority: his enier and exit shall be strangling sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip, snap, quick a snake; and I will have an apology or that purpose. and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit.

Moth. An excellent device!so, it'any of the audience Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is hiss, you may cry, -well done, Ilercules! now thou wit-old.

crushest the snake! that is the way to make an offence
Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? gracious ; though few have the grace to do it.
Moth, Horns.

Arm. For the rest ofthe worthies? -
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant:go, whip thy gig. Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will Moth. Thrice-worthy gentlem .n!
whip about your infamy circum circà; a gig of a Arm. ShallI tell you a thing?
cuckold's horn!

Hol. We attend.
Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thon Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antic. I
shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the beseech you, follow.
very remineration I had of thy master, thou half Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word
penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, all this while.
an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my Dull, Nor understood none neither, sir.
bastard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
thou hast itad dunghill, at thy fingers' ends, Dull, I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play

on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance Hol. o, İsmell false Latin ; dunghill for unguem, the hay. Arm. Arts-man, praeambula ; we will be singled Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away! from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the

[Exeunt. charge-house op the top of the mountain ? Hol. Or, mons, the hill.

SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Before the
Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.

Princess's pavilion.
Hol, I do, sans question.

Enter the Princess, KATHARINE, ROSALINE and MARIA.
Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, If fairings come thus plentifully in :
in the posteriors of this day; which the rude multi-A lady wall’d about with diamonds !--
tude call, the afternoon.

Look you, what I have from the loving king,
Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir,l Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?

Go to;
as they say,

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Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in rhyme,) Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, As would be cramın'd up in a sheet of paper,

As gravity's revolt to wantonness. Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all;

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax; Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd your

Enter Boyer. sister,

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; Boyet, O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her And so she died: had she been light, like you,

grace? Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,

Prin. Thy news, Boyet? She might have been a grandam ere she died :

Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare! And so may you; for a light heart lives long, Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis’d, word ?

Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris’d: Kath. A light condition in a beanty dark.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are they, Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.

That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it stilli'the dark. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
Kath. You weigh me not,-0, that's you care not Toward that shade I might behold addrest
for me.

The king and his companions: warily
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. And overheard what you shalloverhear;
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:

That, by and by, disguis’d they will be here.
Who sent it? and what is it?

Their her:-!d is a pretty knavish page, Ros. I would, you knew:

That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Anif my face were but as fair as yours,

Action, and accent, did they teach him there; My favourwere as great; be witness this.

Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear: Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón:

And ever and anon they made a doubt, The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Presence majestical would put him out; I were the fairest goddess on the ground:

For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. 0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!

The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil; Prin. Any thing like?

I should have fear'd her had she been a devil. Ros. Much, in theletters; nothing in the praise. With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.

shoulder; Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book.

Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Ros.'Ware pencils! How? let menot die your debtor, One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and feer'd, and swore,

} My red dominical, my golden letter: A better speech was never spoke before:

1 0, that your face were not so full of O's!

Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come:
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain? The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well:
Kach. Madam, this glove,

The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
Prin. Did he not send you twain?

With that, they all did tumble on the ground, Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,

With such a zealous laughter, so profound, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover;

That in this spleen ridiculous appears, A huge trauslation of hypocrisy,

To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,-
The letter is too long by half a mile.

Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess,
Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart, Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance:
The chain were longer, and the letter short?

And every one his love-feat will advance
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Uuto his several mistress ; which they'll know
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. By favours several, which they did bestow.
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be task'd:
That same Birúa I'll torture ere I go.

For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;
O, that I knew he were but in by the week!

And not a man ofthem shall have the grace,
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; Despite of suit, to sce a lady's face.-
And wait the season, and observethetimes,

Hold, Rosaline, this favour thon shalt wear;
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And then the king will court thee for his dear:
And shape his service wholly to my behests; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine;
Aud muke him proud to make me proud that jests! So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.
So portent-like would I o'ersway his state,

And change you favours too; so shall your loves
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.

Woo contrary,deceived by these removes.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight.

Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
As wit turn’d fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Prin. The effect of myintentis, to cross theirs :
Hath wisilom's warrant, and the help of school; They do it but in mocking merriment;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

And mock for mock is only my intent,

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