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Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one Ros. Shall I teach you to linow?
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
Wby, she that bears the bow. friend of mine :
Finely put off! Stand aside, good bearer.- Boyet, you can carre; Boyet. My lady goes to kill horus, but, if thou Break up this capon.
I am bound to serve.- Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
And who is your deer! Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Ros. If we choose hy the borns, yourself : come
Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous ; truth Finely put on, indeed! itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she beautiful than beauteous ; truer than truth itself, have
strikes at the brow. commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The mag- Boyet. But she herself is hit lower : Have I bit nanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye
her now? upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelo- Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, phon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a vidi, vici ; which to anatomise in the vulgar, (O base little boy, as touching the hit it? and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, erereame: he came, one ; saw, two ; overcame, three. that was a woman when Queen Guinever of Britain Who came ? the king ; Why did he come? to see; was a little wench, as touching the bit it. Why did he see? to overcome : To whom came he? Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. (Singing. to the beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who over
Thou canst not hit it, my good man. came he? the beggar : The conclusion is victory; On Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, those side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd ; On
An I cannot, another can. whuse side? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a nup
[Exeunt Ros. and Kath. tial: On whise side? The king's ?-no, on both in Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the
fit it! comparison: thou the beggar ; for so witnesseth thy Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they lowliness. Shall I command thy love ? I may: Shail
both did bit it. I enforce thy love? I rould: Shall I entreat thy love ? Boyet. A mark! 0, mark but that mark; A mark. I till. What shalt thou exchange for rags ? robes ; says my lady! For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus expecting Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it tky reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on. thy pieture, and my heart on thy every part.
Mar. Wido o' the bow hand ! l'faith your hand Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
is out. Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot pearer, or be'll ne'er
hit the clout. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey;
hand is in. Submissive fall his princely feet before,
Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving And he from forage will incline to play: But if ihou strive, poor soul, wbat art thou then ? Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips Food for lis rage, repasture for his den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; cbal. this letter?
lenge her to bowl. What rane ? what weather-cock ? did you ever hear Boyet. I fear too much. rubbing ; Good night, my better?
good owl. [ Exeunt Boyer and MARIA. Boyet. I am much drceived, but I remember the
Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! style.
Lord, lord ! how the ladies and I bave put him Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it
O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar Buyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps
wit! here in court;
When it comes so smootbly off, so obscenely, as it A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
were, so fit. To the prince, aud his book-mates.
Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! Prin.
Tbou, fellow, a word : To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! W'bo gave thee this letter?
To see bim kiss his hand ! and bow most sweetly a' Cost. I told you; my lord.
will swear!Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?
And his page o' t' other side, that bandful of wit ! Cost.
From my lord to my lady. Ab, Heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Prin. From which lord, to wbicb lady?
[Shouting within. Cost. From my Lord Biron, a good master of
[Exit CoSTARD, running. mine;
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull. away. llere, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in day.
(Exit Princess and train. the testimony of a good conscience. Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ? Hol. The deer was, as you know, in songuis,
blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people full a a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the welkin, the
hooting. heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of If sore be sore, than L to sore makes fifty sores ; 0 terra,- the soil, the land, the earth.
sore L! Nath. Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are of one sore I an hundred make, by adding out miu sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : but, sir,
more L. I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Nath. A rare talent ! Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricket. Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of him with a talent. insinuation, as it were in via, in way, of explica- Hol. Tbis is a gift that I bave, simple, simple ; lion; facere, as it wero, replication, or, raiber, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,--after shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, rehis undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, volutions : these are begot in the ventricle of meuntrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, un mory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and confirm'd fasbion,-to insert again my haud credo deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the for a deer.
gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas thanksul for it. a pricket.
Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you ; and so may Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !~0 thou my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor’d by monster ignorance, how deformed dost tbou look ! you, and their daughters profit very greatly under
Nath. Šir, he hath never fed of the dainties that you : you are a good member of the commonwealth. are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they were ; be hath not drunk ink : his inti llect is not shall want no instruction : if their daughters be replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in capable, I will put it to them : But, vir sapit, qui the duller parts;
pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be
Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that do fructify in us more than he.
Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. For as it wculd ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, should be pierced, which is the one ?
Hol. Master person,- quasi pers-un. And if one or a fool, So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him
Cost. Marry master schoolmaster, he that is in a school :
likest to a bogshead. But, omne bene, say I ; being of an old father's mind, conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a fint,
Hol. Of piercing a hogshead ? a good lustre of Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Düll. You two are book-men : Can you tell by pearl enough for a swine : 'uis pretty; it is well. your wit,
Jaq. Good master parsun, be so good as read me What was a muath old at Cain's birth, that's not this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent five weeks old as vet?
me from Don Arinatbo: I beseech you, read it. Hol. Dictynna, g od man Dull; Dictynna, good
Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne man Dull.
sub umbra Dull. What is Dictynna ?
Ruminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan ! Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the moon.
I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice : Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam
Vinegia, Vinegia, was no more ;
Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia. And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fivescore.
Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who anderstandetb The allusion holds in the exchange.
thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.-Dull. 'Tis true indeed ; the collusion holds in the Under pardon, sir, wbat are the contents ? or, rather, exchange.
as Horace says in his—What, my soul, verses ? Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say,
the allu- Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. sion holds in the exchange.
Hol. Let me bear a staff, a stanza, a verse ; Lege, Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the ex. domine. change; for the moon is never but a month old : Nath. If love make me forsworn, how sball I and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prio
swear to love? cess kill'd.
Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal
vowed ! epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to bumour Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess
prove; kill'd, a pricket.
Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like Nath. Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge ; so
osiers bowed. it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine Hol. I will 'something affect the letter; for it
eyes; argues faciliiy.
Where all those pleasures live, that art would
comprehend; The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall pleasing pricket ;
suffice; Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till now made Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee sore with shooting.
commend : The dogs did yell ; put i to sore, then sorel jumps All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without from thicket ;
(Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts Well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad admire ;)
as Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sboep : Iby eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice bis Well proved again on my side! I will not love : if dreadful thunder,
I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but ber Wbich, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet eye-by this light, but for ber eye, I would not fire.
love her; yes, for ber two eyes. Well, I do noCelestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this thing in the world buit lie, and lie in my throat. By wrong,
| b-aveu, I do love: and it hath sht me to rhyme, Tbat sings heaven's praise with such an earthly and to be melancholy; and here is part of my tongue !
rhyme, akd here my melancholy. Well, she bath Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss one o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the the accent : let me supervise the canzonet. Here fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, are only numbers ratified; but for the elegancy, sweeter lool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi- not care a pin if the other three were in : Here dius Naso was the man : and why, indeed, Naso; comes one with a paper ; God give him grace to but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of groan.
[Gets up into a tree. fancy, the jeshs of invention? Imitari, is nothing : so dotb the bound his master, the ape bis keeper,
Enter the King, with a puper. the tired horse his rider. But damosella virgin,
King. Ab me ! was this directed to you? Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of
Biron. [Aside.) Sbot by heaven !-Proceed, the strange queen's lore's.
sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy birdHol. I will overglance the soperscript. To the
bolt under the left pap :—l'faith secrets.snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. king. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden s'in I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for
gives not the nomination of the party writing to the person
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, written unto :
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smole Your Ladyship's in all desired employment, Biron. The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright the king; and bere he hath framed a letter to 8 Re- Through the transparent bosom of the deep, quent of the stranger queen's, wbich, accidentally, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light : or by the way of progression, l'ath miscaried. Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep; Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, royal hand of the king; it may concern much: So ridest thou triumphing in my woe : Stay not the compliment; I forgive thy duty; Do but behold the tears that swell in me, adieu.
And they thy glory through my grief will show : Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save but do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep your life!
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. Cost. Have with thee, my girl.
O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! [Exeunt Cost. and Jagf No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear or How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the paper; God, very religiously; and, as a certain fathe. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes bere? saitbHol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear co
(Steps aside, lourable colours. But, to return to the verses ;
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper.
What, Longaville ! and reading ! listen, ear. Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appupil of mine; wbere if, before repast, it shall
(Aside. please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, Long. Ab me! I am forsworn. on my privilege I have with the parents of the Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing foresaid cbild or pupil, undertake your benvenuto;
[ Aside. wbere I will prove those verses to be very un- King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in learned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor in
[Aside. Fention: I beseecb your society.
Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name. Nath. And thank you 100: for society (saith the
[ Aside. text) is the happiness of life.
Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ? Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly con- Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; Aut cludes it.- Sir, (to Dull.] I do invite you too;
by two, that I know : you shall not say me, nay : paucu verba. Away; Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner cap of the gentles are at their game, and we will to our
[Exeunt. The shape of Lore's Tyburn that hangs up sim
plicity. SCENE III.- Another part of the same.
Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to Enter BIRON, with a paper.
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear and write in prose. Biron. The king be is bunting the deer; I am Biron. [Aside.] 0, rhymes are guards on wanton coursing myself: they bave pitch'd a toil; I am
Cupid's hose : toiling in a pitch ; pitch that defiles; defile ! a foul Disfigure not his slop. word. Well, Set bee down, sorrow ! (or so they Long.
This same sball go.tay, the tool said, and so say I, and I the fool.
[He re. ds the sonnet
Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye
But alack, my hand is sworn, ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,)
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ; Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment.
Youth so apt to pluck a sueet. A woman I foreswore ; but, I will prove,
Do not call it sin in me, T'hou being a goddess, I foreswore not thee ·
That I am forsworn for thee : My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ;
Thou for whom even Jove would swear, Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Juno but an Ethiop were ; Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is :
And deny himself for Jove, Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
Turning mortal for thy love.Exhal'st this vapour vow ; in thee it is :
This will I send ; and something else more plain, If broken then, it is no fault of mine ;
That shall express my truelove's fasting pain. If by me broke. What fool is not so wise,
0, would the King, Birou, and Longaville, To lose an oath to win a paradise?
Were lovers 100! 111, to example ill, Biron. (Aside.] This is the liver vein, which would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; makes Aesh a deity :
For none offend wbere all alike do dote.
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'er heard, and taken napping so.
King. Come, sir, [advancing) you blush ; as his Long. By whom shall I send this ?--Company!
your case is such; stay,
[Stepping aside. You chide at him offending twice as much : Biron. [Aside.] All bid, all hid, an old infant You do not love Maria ; Longaville play:
Did never sonnet for her sake compile; Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,
Nor never lay his wreathed arms atlıwart And wretcbed fools' secreis boedfully o'er eye. His loviny bosom, to keep down bis beart. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my I have been closely shrouded in this bush, wish;
And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Dumain transform'd : four wood-cocks in a dish! I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; Dum. O most divine Kate !
Saw sighs rerk from you, noted well your passion : Biron.
O most profane coxcomb! Ah me! says one; 0 Jove! the other cries;
(Aside. One, ber hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye ! You would for paradise break faith and troth; Biron. By earth she is but corporal : there you
[To Long. lie.
[Aside. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber
[To DUMAIN. coted.
What will Birón say, when that he shall hear Biron. An amber-coloured raven was well noted. A faith infring d, wbicb such a zeal did swear?
(Aside. How will he scorn ? how will he spend his wit ? Dum. As upright as the cedar.
How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Biron.
Stoop, I say; For all the wealth that ever I did see, Her shoulder is with child.
(Aside. I would not have him know so much by me. Dum. As fair as day.
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no son must | Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: shine. [Aside.
[Descends from the tree. Dum. O that I had my wish!
Good heart, wbat grace bast thou, thus to reprove Long.
And I had mine! These worms for loving, that art most in love ?
[ Aside. Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King. And I mine too, good lord ! Aside. There is no certain princess that appears : Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good You'll not be perjured, 'tis a hateful thing; word ?
(Aside. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not, Reigns in my blood, and will remembered be. All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?
Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision You found his mote; the king your mote did see ; Would let her out in saucers ; Sweet misprison ! But I a beam do find in each of three.
[ Aside. 0, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! writ.
O me, with wbat strict patience have I sat, Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary To see a king transformed to a gnat! wit.
(Aside. To see great Hercules whipping a gigg, Drim. On a day, (alack the day!)
And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,
And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys !
Where lies thy grief, o tell me, good Dumain ?
And where my liege's? all about the breast :-
A candle, ho !
King Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you :
1. that am honest; 1 that hold it sin
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; To break the vow I am engaged in;
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. I am betray'd, by keeping company
Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron : With moon-like med, of strange inconstancy. 0, but for my love, day would turn to night! When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty Or groan for Joan ? or spend a minute's time,
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Where several worthies make one dignity; Will praise a hand, a foot, a fuce, an eye,
Where nothing wants, that want itself dotb A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
seek. A leg, a limb?
Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,King.
Soft; Wbither away so fast ? Fye, painted rhetoric ! 0, she needs it not : A true man, or a thief, that gallops so?
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. She passes praise : then praise too short doth
blot. Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD.
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Jag. God bless the king!
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye : King
What present hast thou there ? Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, Cost. Some certain treason.
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy, King.
What makes treason bere ? 0, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine! Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
King. By Heaven, thy love is black as ebony, King.
If it mar nothing neither, Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine !
Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; 0, who can give an oath? where is a book?
King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the letter. If that she learn not of her eye to look :
No face is fair, that is not full so black.
King. () paradox! Black is the badge of hell, King. Where badst thou it ?
The bue of dungeons, and the scowl of night, Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. King. How now! what is in you ? why dost thou Biron. Derils soonest tempt, resembling spirit tear it?
of light. Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy ; your grace needs O, if in black my lady's brows be deckt. not iear it.
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore should ravish doters with a false aspéct ; let's hear it.
And therefore is she boro to make black fair. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and bere is his name. Her favour turns the fashion of the days ;
[Picks up the pieces. For native blood is counted painting now ; Birun. Ab, you whoreson loggerhead [to Cos. And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
TARD), you wore born to do me sbame.- Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers King. What?
black, Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted make up the mess ;
bright. He, be, and you, my liege, and I,
King. And Fthiops of their sweet complexion Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
crack. 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is Dum. Now the number is even.
True, true; we are four:- Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, Will these turtles be gone ?
For fear their colours should be wash®d away. King.
Hence, sirs : away.
King. 'Twere good, yours did ; for, sir, to tell Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors
you plain, stay. (Ereunt Cost. und JAQUENETTA. I'll find a fairer face not wasb’d to-duy. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us em- Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday brace !
bere. As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : King. No devil will fright thee then so much as The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face ;
she. Young blood will not obey an old decree : Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn.
(Showing his shoe. King. Wbat, did these rent lines show some love Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine of thine ?
eyes, Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the hea. Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! venly Rosaline,
Dum. O vile ! then as she goes, what upward lies That, like a rude and savage man of Inde,
The street should see as she walk'd over bead. At the first opening of the gorgeous east, King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? Bows not bis vassal bead; and, s!rucken blind, Biron. O, nothing so sure ; and thereby all for
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ! What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
now prove That is not blinded by her majesty ?
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. king. What zeal, what fury bath inspir'd thee Dum. Ay, marry, there ;--some dattery for ebis DOW!