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And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task foredone.
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide ;
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire.
Hop as light as bird from brier;
T'ita. First, rehearse this song by rote.
SONG AND DANCE.
And the blots of nature's hand
Make no stay;
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
Princess of France.
Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess.
LOVE'S LABOR’S LOST.
That hoke' us het conquerown affectios desires...
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Navarite edict hom
SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it.
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. King. LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant, devouring time, The endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors ! — for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires, Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; That his own hand may strike his honor down, That violates the smallest branch herein. If you are armed to do, as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.
Long. I am resolved. 'Tis but a three years' fast; The mind shall banquet, though the body pine. Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Makc 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.