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SCENE III - Another part of the same. Enter These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Biron, with a paper.
Biron. (Aside.) O, rhymes are guards on wanton
Cupid's hose : Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am
This same shall go.toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; detile!' a foul
(He reads the sonnet. word. Well, sct thee down, sorrow! for so, they Did not the hearenly rhetoric of thine eye say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool.
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad Persuade my heart to this fa':e perjury? as Ajas: it kills sheep ; it kills me, I a sheep:/ Voros, for thee broke, deserve noi punishment. Well proved again on my side! I will not love: il A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove, I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; My row was earihly, thon a heavenly love ; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the
Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me. world but lic, and lie in my throat. By heaven, 1 Vows are built breath, and breath a vapour is : do love: and it hath taught me to rhymne, and to
Then thou, fuir sun, which on my earth doth be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and shine, here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my Exhalost this vapour vow; in thee it is : sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it,
I broken then, it is no fault of mine ; and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a Yo lose an oath to win a paradise ? pin if the oiher three were in: Here comes one Biron. (Iside.). This is the liver vein, which with a paper; God give him grace to groan!
makes flesh a deity; [Gets up into a tree. A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. Enter the King, with a paper.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o King. Ah me!
Biron. (Aside. ] Shot, by heaven !-Proceea, Enter Dumain, with a paper. sweet Cupid ; thou hast'thumpa him with thy Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company! bird-bolt under the left pap:-I'laith secrets.
(Stepping aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun
Biron. (Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant gives not
play : To llose fresh morning drops upon the rose, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh, rays have smote And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.
The night of dew lhat on my checks down flows : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish : Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Dumain transform'd : four woodcocks in a dish!
Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum, O most divine Kate! As doth lny face through tears of mine give light; Biron. O most profane coxcomb! [Aside.
Thou shin'st in every lear that I do weep : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you So ridest thou triúmphing in my wo:
(Aside, Do bu behold the tears that swell in me,
Drum. Her amber hairs for soul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief will show :
coted. But do noi love thyself; then thou will keep
Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
(Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou ercel !
Dum. As upright as the cedar. No thought can think, nur tongue of mortal tell.- Biron.
Stoop, I say; How shall she know my grief ? I'll drop the paper; Her shoulder is with child.
(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? Dum.
As fair as day (Sleps aside.
Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must
shine. Enter Longaville, with a paper.
Dum. O that I had my wish! What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.
And I had mine! (Aside. Liron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool,
King. And I mine too, good Lord ! Aside, appear!
[ Aside! Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am sorsworn.
(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear
Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she ing papers.
[ Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incishame!
sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name? Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! (Aside.
(Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I havo Biron. (Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not
writ. by two, that I know :
Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of
Dum. On a day (alack the day!) The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim
Love, whose month is ever May, plicity.
Spied a blossom, passing fair, Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvet leaves the wind, O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick lo death, (1) Outstripped, surpassed.
Wish'd himself the heaven's breathe
Air, quoth he, thy checks may bloro ; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
Biron. Noi you by me, but I betray'd to you;
I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin
I am betrayed, by keeping company
With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? That I am forsvorn for thee :
Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's tiine
Will praise a hand, a fooi, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
A ler, a limbi
Soft; Whither away so fast? That shall express my true love's fusting pain. A true man, or a thief, that güllups so? O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Were lovers too! III, lo example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.
Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain, (advancing.) thy love is far from King.
What present hast thou there? charity,
Cosi. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir'st society:
What makes treason here? You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
If it mar nothing neither, King. Come, sir, (advancing.) you blush ; as The treason, and you, go in peace away together. his your case is such;
Jag. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; You chide at him, offending twice as much: Our parson inisdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. You do not love Maria ; Longaville
King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the leller. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
Where hadst thou it? Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
Juq. Or Costard. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
King. Whicre hadst thou it? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Cost. Or Din Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. king. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ;
thou tear it? Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace necds Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries ;
not fear it. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradise break faith and troth;
let's hear it.
[To Long. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[Picks up the pieces. (To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson löggerhead, (To Cose What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
tard.) you were born to do me shame. A faith infring’d, which such a zcal did swear ? Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? King. What? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Birún. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For all the wealth that ever I did see,
make up the mess : I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my liege, and I,
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to dic. Ah, good my liege, I pray thre pardon me: 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
[Descends from the tree. Dum. Now the number is even. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron.
Trus, true; we are four :These worms for loving, that art most in love? Will thesc turtles be gone ? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King.
Hence, sirs, away. There is no certain princess that appears :
Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai. You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing;
(Erennt Cost. ad Jaq. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.
Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us cmBut are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,
brace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?
As true we are, as nesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king vour mote did see; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; But I a bcam do find in each of three.
Young blood will not obey an old decree: 0, what a scene of foolery I have scen,
We cannot cross the cause why we were born; of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen ! Therefore, of all hands must ve he forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
King. What, did these rent lincs show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!
love of thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
Biron. Did thev, quroth you? Who sees the And profound Solomon to tune a jigs,
heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, That, like a rude and sava ve man of Inde, And critic? Timon laugh at idle toys!
At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? And where my liege's ? all about the breast :- What peremptory cagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho!
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.
That is not blinded by her majesty ?
King. What zeal," what fury hath inspir'd thes (1) Grier. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself.
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Long. O, some authority how to proceed;
She, an attending star, scurce seen a light. Some tricks, some quillets,' how to cheat the devil. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Dum. Some salve for perjury. O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Biron.
0, 'lis more than need !Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Have at you then, affection's men at arnis :
Do meet, as at a sair, in her fair cheek; Consider, what you first did swear unto ;Where several worthies make one dignity; To fast,—to study,-and to see no woman ;Where nothing wunis, that want itself doth Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. seck.
Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,- And abstinence engenders maladies.
Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it'not: And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; In that each of you hath forsworn his book : She passes praise; then praise too short doth Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? blot.
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Have found the ground of study's excellence,
Might shake off filty, looking in her eye: Without the beauty of a woman's face? Beauty doth varnish are, as if new-born, From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
And gives the cruich the cradle's infancy. They are the ground, the books, the académes, 0, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Why, universal plodding prisons up Birim. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! The nimble spirits in the arteries ; A wife of such wood were felicity.
As motion, and long-during action, tires 0, who can give an oath? where is a book? The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, Ir that she learn not of her eye to look :
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night ; Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ?
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Should ravish doters with a salse aspect;
And in that vow we have forsworn our books; And iherofore is she born to make black sair. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Her favour turns the fashion of the days; In leaden contemplation, have found out
For native blood is counted painting now; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?
Paints itself black, to iinitate her brow. Other slow aris entirely keep the brain ; Dum. To look like her, arc chimney-sweepers And therefore finding barren practisers, black.
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, bright.
Lives not alone immured in the brain ; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But with the motion of all clements, crack.
Courses as switt as thought in every power ; Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is And gives to every power a double power, light.
Above their functions and their offices. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, It adds a precious seeing to the eye ;
For fear their colours should be wash'd away! A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; King. 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, you plain,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-dav. Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooins-day Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; here.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: King. No devil will fright thee then so much as For valour, is not love a Hercules, she.
Sill climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Drem. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her As bricht Apollo's lute, strúng with his hair ; face see.
[Showing his shoe. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thinc Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. eyes,
Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Her feet ivere much too dainty for such tread! Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Drum. O vile! then as she goes, whai upward o, then his lines would ravish savage ears, lies
And plant in tyrants mild humility, The street should see as she walk'd over From women's eves this doctrine I derive: head.
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? They are the books, the arts, the académes, Biron. O, nothing so sure ; and thereby all for- That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent : King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, Then fools you were these women to forswear; now 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. Av, marry, there ;--some flattery for this eril.
(1) Law chicane.
Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men ; Hol. Bone ? — bone, for benè : Priscian a little
Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Nath. Videsne quis venil ? It is religion to be thus forsworn :
Hol. Video, et gaudeo. For charity itself fulfils the law;
(To Moth. And who can sever love from charity ?
Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the
Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. field !
Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Moth. They have been at a great feast of lanta lords ;
guages, and stolen the scraps. (To Costard aside. Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket In conflict that you get the sun of them.
of words! I'marvel, thy master hath not eaten Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by : thee for a wore!; for thou art not so long by the Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
head as honorificabilitudinilalibus : thou art easier King. And win them too: therefore let us devise swallowed than a flap-dragon. Some entertainment for them in their tents.
Moth. Peace; the pcal begins. Biron, First, from the park let us conduct them Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? thither;
Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook: Then, homeward every man attach the hand
What is a, b, spelt backward, with a horn on his Of his fair mistress : in the afternoon
head ? We will with some strange pastime solace them, Hol. Ba, puerilia, with a horn added. Such as the shortness of the time can shape ; Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-You For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, hear his learning. Fore-run fair love, strewing her way with flowers. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?
King: Away, away! no time shall be omitted, Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you re. That will be lime, and may by us be fitted. peat them; or the fish, if I. Biron. Allons ! Allons !-Sow'd cockle reap'd Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.no corn;
Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes its And justice always whirls in equal measure:
0, u. Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
Irm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterra If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
neum, a sweet touch,' a quick venew of wit : snip, (Exeunt.
snap, quick and hoine ; it rejoiceth my intelleci: true wit
Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which ACT V.
Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ? SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant : go, whip
thy gig. Hol. Satis quod sufficit.
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons will whip about your infamy circùin circà ; A gig at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea- of a cuckold's horn! sant without scurrility, witty without affection,*| Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, audacious without impudency, learned without thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, opinion, and strange without heresy. I did con- there is the very remuneration I had of thy nraster, verse this quondam day with a companion of the thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don discretion. o, in the heavens were so pleased, that Adriano de Armado.
thou wert but my bastard ! what a joyful father Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour would'st thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue fled, dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his gene- Hol. Ó, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for un. ral behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical."
guem. He is too picked,“ too spruce, too affected, too odd, Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be sing d as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. from the barbarous. Do you n-teducate youth at Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?
[Takes out his table-hook. Hol, Or, mons, the hill. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity
Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain, finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Hol. I do, sans question. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-de- 29.m. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure vise' companions; such rackers of orthography, as and affection, to congratulate the princess at heç to speak, dout, fine, when he should say doubt; pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t;rude multitude call the afternoon. not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; hall, 'hauf Ilol. The posterior of the day, most generous neighbour, vocatur, nebour ; neigh, abbreviated, sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the ne: This is abhominable (which he would call afternoon: the word is well cull'd, chose ; sweet abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. Intelligis dominc ? to make frantic, lunatic. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.
my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :(1) Discourses. (2) Affectation.
(6), A small inflammable substance, swallowed (3) Boastful.
(4) Over-dressed, in a glass of wine. 5) Finical exactness.
(7) A hit. (8) Free-school.
For what is inward' between us, let it pass :—I do Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-1 beseech rhyme thee, apparel thy head; and among other importu- As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Date and most serious designs,—and of great im- Writ on hoth sides the leaf, margent and all; pori, indeed, too ;-—but let that pass :-for I must That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) Ros. That was the way to make his god-head some time to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with wax;' his royal finger, thus, dålly with my excrement, 2 For he hath been five thousand years a boy. with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that pass. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart your sister. to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and beavy ; seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all or And so she died : had she been light, like you, all is,-but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,- of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, that the king would have me present the princess, She might have been a grandam ere she died : sweet chuck,' with some delightful ostentation, or And so may you; for a light heart lives long. show, or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, Ros. Whai's your dark meaning, mouse,' of this understanding that the curate and your sweet selli, light word ? are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you Ros. We need more light to find your meaning withal, to the end to crave your assistance.
out. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;' worthies. -Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of Ros, Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. this day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. and learned gentleman,-before the princess; Í Kath. You weigh me not,-_0, that's, you care not sar, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.'
for me. Nuth, Where will you tind men worthy cnough
Ros, Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. to present them?
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. Blol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant But Rosaline, you have a favour too: fentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because Who sent it? and what is it? of his great limb or join, shall pass Pompey the
I would, you knew. great; the page, Hercules.
An if my face were but as fair as yours, Arin. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity My favour were as great; be witness this. touch for that worthy's thumb ; he is not so big Nay, I have verses too, I'thank Birón : as the end of his club.
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present 4 were the fairest goddess on the ground; Hercules in minority; his enter and eril shall be I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for 0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! tha: purpose.
Prin. Any thing like ? Moth.' An excellent device! so, if any of the Ros, Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise, andience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules ! Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion, now thou crusheth the snake! that is the way to Kath. Fair as text B in a copy book. make an offence gracious ; though sew have the Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How ? let me not dic your grace to do it.
debtor, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?
My red dominical, my golden letter : Hol. I will play three myself.
0, that your face were not so full of O's! Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!
A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows ! Arin. Shall I tell you a thing ?
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du Mol. The attend.
main? Arm. We will have, if this fadgenot, an antic. Kath. Madam, this glove. I beseech you, follow.
Did he not send you twain ? Hol. Vía,' good man Dull! thou has spoken no Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover, word all this while.
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover ;
Vilely compil?d, profound simplicity. Dul, I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longa. play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them ville; dance the hay.
The letter is too long by half a mile, Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in
(Exeunt. heart, SCENE II. Another part of the snme. Before Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never
The chain were longer, and the letter short? the Princess's Parilion. Enter the Princess, part. Katharine, Rosaline, and Maria.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. If fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady walled about with diamonds !
0, that I knew he were but in by the weck! Look you, what I have from the loving king.
How would I make him fawn, and beg, and seek, Ros. Madam, came nothing elsc along with that? And wait the scason, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; (1) Confidential. (2) Beard. (3) Chick. (4) Suit. (5) Courage.
(6) Grow. (7) Formerly a term of endearment. (8) In anger.