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FERDINAND King of Navarre.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
SCENE I.-Navarre, A Park, with a Palace in it.
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,
Long. I am resolvid: 'tis but a three years' fast; The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates: and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank’rout quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; With all these living in philosophy.
Biron. I can but say their protestation over, So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, To live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances : As, not to see a woman in that term; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : And, one day in a week to touch no food; And but one meal on every day beside; The which, I hope, is not enrolled there: And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, And not to be seen to wink of all the day; (When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there: O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep ; Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from
these. Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please;
I only swore, to study with your grace,
Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest
jest. What is the end of study ? let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we should
not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from
common sense? King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so,
When. I to feast expressly am forbid;
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight. Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most
vain, Which, with pain.purchas'd, doth inherit pain : As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek, the light of truth: while truth the while Doth falsely 1 blind the eyesight of his look:
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
1 Dishonestly, treacherously,