If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, Biron [aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way. Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this?-Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron [aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play : Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! [Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you lie. [Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted.' Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long. [Aside. And I had mine! [Aside. [Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord! Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? [Aside. Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. [Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom even Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.— This will I send : and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Long. Dumain, [advancing,] thy love is far from That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. Come, sir, [advancing,] you blush; as his You chide at him, offending twice as much: [To LONG. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To DUMAIN. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that ever I did see, [Descends from the tree. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, King. Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betray'd, by keeping company With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? King. Soft; Whither away so fast? A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Jaq. God bless the king! King. What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason. ·King. Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. King. If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason he said. King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it? What makes treason here? Jaq. Of Costard. King. Where hadst thou it ? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picks up the pieces. 4 In trimming myself. |