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Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse : Away; the gentles are at their game, and we Lege, domine.

will to our recreation.

Exeunt. Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?

SCENE III. Another part of the same. Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty

Enter Biron, with a Paper. vowed! Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faith-coursing myself : they have pitch'd a toil: I am

Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am ful prove;, Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like foul word." Well, set thee down, sorrow! for

osiers bowed. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book so, they say, the fool said, and so say 1, and I thine eyes ;

the fool. Well proved, wit! by the lord, this Where all those pleasures live that art would love is as mad as Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills


I comprehend :

a sheep: Well proved again on my side If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall will not. 0, but her eye-by this light, ba

I will not love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, suffice; Well learned is that tongue, that well can two eyes. 'Well, I do nothing in the world but

for her eye, I would not love her ; yes, for her thee commend : All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and 10

lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do wonder; (Which is to me some praise, that 1 thy and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one

be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, parts admire :) Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown,

o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is musick and would not care a pin if the other three were in:

sweeter foól, sweetest lady! By the world, 1 sweet fire. Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this

Here comes one with a paper; God give him

grace to groan ! (Gets up into a Tree wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly Enter the King, with a Paper. tongue !

King. Ah me! Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent; let me supervise ihe canzonet. sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy

Biron. [Aside.) Shot, by heaven !--Proceed, Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the birdbolt under the left pap :-\' faith, secrets. elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, King. [Reads. [ So sweet a kiss the golden sun indeed, Naso; but for smelling out the odo gives not riferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention ?

To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Imitari, is nothing: so doth the hound his mas- | As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have ter, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. emote But, damosella virgin, was this directed to you?

The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows. Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright

Horan wil overslance" the superscript. To Asdottehy sacenim mouen learn of minder the snow-white hand of the most beauteous lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep : the letter, for the nomination of the party writing No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, to the person written unto:

So ridest thou triumphing in my wo;

Do but behold the tears that swell in me, Your ladyship's in all desired employment, And they thy glory through my grief will show :

BIRON. But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. with the king, and here he hath framed a letter o queen of queens, how far dost thou ercel ! to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, ac- No thoughi can think, nar tongue of mortal cidentally, or by the way of progression, hath

tell. miscarried. - Trip and go my sweet ; deliver How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the this paper into the royal hand of the king; it paper ; may concern much : Stay not thy compliment; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes I forgive thy duty; adieu.


(Steps aside. Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God

Enter Longaville, with a Paper. save your life! Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear. '(Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of appear!

[Aside. God, very religiously; and, as a certain father Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Baith

Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear wearing papers.

| Aside colourable colours. But to return to the verses; King. In love, 'I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ?


[Aside. Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Biron. One drunkard loves another of the Hol. I do dine to-slay at the father's of a cer-name.

[Aside. tain pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it Long. Am I the first that have been perjurid shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, so ? I will, on my privilege I have with the parents Biron. (Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your not by two, that I know : ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-oap of be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, society, wit, nor invention : I beseecb your society. The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sinaNath. And thank you too ; for society, (saith

plicity. the text,) is the happiness of life.

Long I fear, these stubborn lines lack power Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly to move; concludes it.--Sir, (To Dull.) I do invite you O sweet Maria, empress of my love! too; you shall not sav me, nay: pauca verba. These numbers will I tear, and write in prose

mine give


Biron [Aside.) O, rhymes are guards on Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ; wanton Cupid's hose :

Youth so apl to pluck a sweet.
Disfigure not his slop.

Do not call it sin in me,
This same shall go.-

That I am forsworn for thee, (He reads the Sonnet. Thee-for whom Jove would swear, Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye

Juno but an Ethiop were ; ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argu And deny hi mself for Jove, ment,)

Turning mortal for thy love.
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. This will I send : and something else more plain
A woman I forswore; but, I will prove, That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
Thou being a goddess, Iforswore not thee: 0, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ; Were lovers too! , to example ill,
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note ;
in me.

For none offend, where all alike do doat.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : Long: Dumain, (advancing. ) thy love is far
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost from charity,

That in love's grief desir'st society;
Exhalet this vapour von ; in thee it is : You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,

If broken then, it is no fault of mine; To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
I by me broke. What fool is not so wise, King. Come, sir, (advancing. ) you blush ; as
To lose an oath, to win a paradise ?

his your case is such; Biron. [Aside.) This is the liver vein, which You chide at him, oftending twice as much : makes flesh a deity;

You do not love Maria ; Longaville
A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
God amend ns, God amend ! we are much out Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
o' the way.

His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
Enter Dumain, with a Paper.

I have been closely slırouded in this bush,

And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Çompany! I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your stay. [Stepping, aside.

fashion ; Biron. (Aside. ) All hid, all hid, an old infant Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your pasplay:

sion : Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,

Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove ! the other cries; And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes: More sacks to the mill ! O heavens, 1 have my You would for paradise break faith and troth; wish;

[To Long Damain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Drum. O most divine Kate !

[To Dumain. Biron. O most profane coxcomb! What will Biron say, when that he shall hear

(Aside. Faith infringed, which such a zeal did swear? Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! How will he scorn ? how will he spend his wit ? Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it ? lie.

(Aside. For all the wealth that ever I did see, Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber I would not have him know so much by me. coted.

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.-Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me : noted.


Descends from the Tree. Dum. As upright as the cedar.

Good heart, what gruce hast thou, thus to reBiron.

Stoop, I say; prove Her shoulder is with child.

[ Aside. These worms for loving, that art most in love? Dim.

As fair as day. Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun There is no certain princess that appears : must shine.

[Aside. You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing ; Dum. O that I had my wish!

Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. Long.

And I had mine! But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

[ Aside. All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ? King. And I mine too, good Lord ! Aside. You found his mote; the king your mote did see : Biron. Amen, so I had mine : ls not that a But I a beam do find in each of three. good word ?

(Aside. o, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. O me, with what strict patience have I sat, Biron. A fever in your blood, why, thea inci-To see a king transformed into a gnat! sion

Tu see great Hercules whipping a gigs, Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,

(Aside. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, Dum. Once more I'U read the ode that I have and critick Timon laugh at idle toys ? writ.

Where lies thy grief, 0 tell me, good Dumain ? Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ? wit.

(Aside. And where my liege's 1 all about the breast :Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)

A caudle, ho !
Love, whose month is ever May, King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Spied a blossom passing fair, Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
Playing in the wanton air :

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
Through the velvet leaves the wind, 1 that am honest : 1, that hold it sin
All unseen 'gan passage find; To break the vow I am engaged in;
That the lover, sick to death,

I am betray'd, by keeping company
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath, With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
Air, quoth he, thy checks may blow; When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme 3
Air, would I might triumph so ! Or groan for Joan ? or spend a minute's time
Bui alack, my hand is sworn,

In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, au eye,


A ga't, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn
A leg, a imb-

Might shake oft fifty, looking in her eve. King.

Soft; Whither away so fast 7 Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, A true man, or a thief,' that gallops so ?

And gives the cruich the cradle's infaney. Biron. I post from love, good lover, let me go. To, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine!

king. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.

Biron. Is ebony like her? U wood divine! Jaq. God bless the king !

A wife of such wood were felicity. king.

What present hast thou there? O, who can give an oath? where is a book? Cost. Some certain treason.

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, King.

What makes treason here? If that she learn not of her eye to look : Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

No face is fair, that is not full so black. King.

If it mar nothing neither, King: 0 paradox! Black is the badge of hell, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night Jaq. I beseech' your grace, let this letter be And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. read;

Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirito Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason he said. of light. King. Biron, read it over.

O, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, [Giving him the letter. It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair Where hadst thou it?

Should ravish doters with a false aspect : Jag. Of Costard.

And therefore is she born to maxe black fair. King. Where had'st thou it?

Her favour turns the fashion of the days; Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. For native blood is counted painting now; King. How now! what is in you ? why dost And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, thou tear it?

Paints itself black, to imitate her hiom. Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace

Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweeper needs not fear it.

black Long. It did move him to passion, and there- Long. And since her time are colliers counted fore let's hear it.

bright. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion

[Picks up the pieces. crack Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, [To Dum Dark needs no candles wow, for dark Costard. you were born to do me shame.

is light. Guilty, my lord, guilty ; 1 confess, 1 confess.

Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in King. Wbat?

rain, Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For fear their colours should ho warned away. make up the mess;

King. 'Twere good, yours did; fox.sir, to tell He, he, and you, my liege, and I,

yon plain, Are pick purses in love, and we deserve to die. I'll find à fairer face not wash' } to-day. 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk will doonsmore.

day here. Dum. Now the number is even.

King. No devil will fright thee then so much Biron.

True, true; we are four : as she. Will these turtles be gone?

Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. King.

Hence, sirs; away. Long: Look, here's thy love: my foot and her Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the face see.

[Showing his shoe. traitor's stay. (Ereunt Cost. and Jaq. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us

eyes, embrace !

Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: Dum ( vile ! then as she goes, what upward The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his lies face;

The street should see as she walk'd overhead. Young blood will not obey an old decree: King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Biron. 0, nothing so sure; and thereby all Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn.

forsworn. King: What, did these rent lines show some King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, love of thine ?

now prove Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the Our loving lawsul, and our faith not torn. beavenly Rosaline,

Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-some fiattery for That ilke a rude and savage man of Inde,

this evil. At the first opening of the gorgeous cast, Long. O, some authority how to proceed ; Bowa not his vassal head; and, stricken blind, Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ?

devil What peremptory eagle-sighted eye

Dum. Some salve for perjury. Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,


0, 'tis more than need! That is not blinded by her majesty ?

Have at you then, affection's men at arms : King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee Consider what you first did swear unto ;now ?

To last,--to study,--and to see no woman ;My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.

Śhe an attending star, scarce scen a light. Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor 1 Biron : And abstinence engenders maladies.

o, but for my love, day would turn to night! And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, Of all complexious the cull'd sovereignty In that each of you hath forsworn his book :

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Can yon still dream, and pore, and thereon Where several worthies make one dignity;

look? Where nothing wants; that want itself doth For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, seek.

Have found the ground of study's excellence, Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, - Without the beauty of a woman's face?

Fie, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not : From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; They are the ground, the books, the academies,

She passes praise : then praise too short doth From whence doth spring the true Promethean blöt.


Why, universal plodding prisons up

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, The nimble spirits in the arteries;

That will be time, and may by us be fitted. As motion, and long during action, tires Biron. Allons! Allons /-Sow'd cockle reap'd The sinewy vigour of the traveller

no corn; Now, for not looking on a woman's face, And justice always whirls in equal measure : You have in that forsworn the use of eyes; Light wenches may prove plagues to men for And study too, the causer of your vow:

sworn; For where is any author in the world,

If so, our copper buys no better treasure. Teaches such beanty as a woman's eye ?

(Eseunt Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are, our learning likewise is.

Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
Do we not likewise see our learning there?

SCENE I. Another part of the same.
0, we have made a vow to study, lords: Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.
And in that vow we have forsworn our books; Hol. Satis quod sufficit.
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Nath. 1 praise God for you, sir : your reasons
In leaden contemplation, have found out at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea-
Such fiery numbeis, as the prompting eyes sant without scurrility, witty without affection,
Of beauteous lutors have enrich'd you with ? audacious without impudency, learned without
Other slow arts entirely keep the brain

opinion, and strange without heresy. I did conAnd therefore finding barren practisers, verse this quondam day with a companion of the Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,

Don Adriano de Armado. Lives not alone immured in the brain; Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His hnmour But, with the motion of all elements,

is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue Conrses as swift as thought in every power; filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and And gives to every power a double power, his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and Above their functions and their offices.

thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too It adds a precious seeing to the eye :

affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind I may call it.


Maih. A most singular and choice epithet, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd;

[Takes out his table-book. Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verThan are the tender horns of cockled snails; bosity finer than the staple of his argument. I Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in abhor such fantastical phantasms, such insocitaste :

able and point-devise companions, such rackers For valour, is not love a Hercules,

of orthography, as to speak donbt, fine, when Sull clinbing trees in the Hesperides ?

he should say, doubt; det, when he should proSubtle as sphinx ; as sweet,and musical, nounce, debt: d, e, b, t; not d, e, t: he clepeth As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; a calf, caut'; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods nebour, neigh, abbreviated, ne? This is abhomiMakes heaven drowsy with the harmony. nable (which he would call abominable,) it inNever durst poet touch a pen to write,

sinuateth me of insanie; Ne intelligis, domine ? Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; to make frantic, lunatick. 0, then his lines would ravish savage ears, Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo. And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Hol. Bone bone, for Bene : Priscian &
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: little scratch'd ; 'twill serve.
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,

Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Nath. Videsne quis venit ?
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent : Hol. Video, et gaudeo.
Then fools you were these women to forswear; Arm. Chirra!

[To Moth
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah ?
For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd.
Or for love's sake, a word that loves all inen; Hol. Most military sir, salutation.
Or for men's sake, the authors of these women; Moth. They have been at a great feast of lan-
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men; guages, and stolen the scraps.
Let is once lose our oaths to find ourselves,

[To Costard aside. Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths : Cost. 0, they have lived long in the alms-basIt is religion to be thus forsworn :

ket of words! I marvel, thy master hath not For charity itself fulfils the law;

eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long And who can sever love from charity ?

by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. field!

Moth. Peace; the peal begins. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon Arm. Monsieur, (To Hol.) are you not letthem, lords ;

ter'd ? Pell-inell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book : In conflict that you get the sun of them. What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on Long: Now to plain-dealing ; lay these glozes his head ?

Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horp added. Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :King. And win them too: therefore let us devise You hear his learning. Bome entertainment for them in their tents. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant! Biron. First, from the park let us conduct Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you ne them thither;

peat them; or the fifth, if I. Then, homeward, every man attach the hand Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i. of his fair mistress ; in the afternoon

Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; We will with come strange pastime solace them, 0, n. Such as the shortness of the time can shape ; Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediter For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, raneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit : Forerun fair L ve, strewing her way with snip, snap, quick and 'home; it rejoiceth my flowers.

intellect : true wit.

Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which, audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hler. is wit-old.

cules / nou thou crushest the snake! that is the HOL. What is the figure? what is the figure ? way to make an offence gracious; though few Moth. Horns.

have the grace to do it.
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go whip Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?-
thy gig

Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and Moth. Thrice worthy gentleman !
1 will whip about your infamy circum circa ; Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?
A gig of a cuckold's horn!

Hol. We attend. Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an an thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread : hold, tick, I beseech you, follow. there is the very remuneration I had of thy mas. Hol. Via, goodman Dullt thou hast spoken ter, thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon- no word all this while. egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a Hol. Allons! we will employ thee. joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; Dull. l'll make one in a dance, or so; or 1 thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let they say.

them dance the hay. Hol. Ó, I smell false Latin; dunghill for Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to onr sport, guem.


(Ereund Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be sin SCENE II. Another part of the same gled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the

Before the Princess's Pavilion. mountain ?

Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and Hol. Or, mons, the hill.

Maria, Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we Hol. I do, sans question.

depart, Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure if fairings thus come plentifully in : and affection, to congratulate the princess at A lady wall'd about with diamouris !her pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which Look you, what I have from the loving king. the rude multitude call, the afternoon.

Ros. Madan, came nothing else atong with Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous that? sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in afternoon: the word is well cull'd, chose ; sweet rhyme, and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend : That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. -For what is inward between us, let it pass Ros. That was the way to make his godhead I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I

wax: beseech thee, apparel thy head ;--and among For he hath been five thousand years a boy. other importunate and most serious desigus, Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. and of great import indeed, too ; but let that Rus. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he pass :- for I must tell thee, it will please his

kill'd your sister. grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and poor shoulder; and with his royal finger, thus,

heavy ; daily with my excrement, with my mustachio: And so she died: had she been light, like you, but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, I recount no fable; some certain special honours She might bave been a grandam ere she died : it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, And so may you ; for a light heart lives long. a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of world.: but let that pass: The very all of all this light word ? is-but sweet heart, I do implore secrecy ,-that Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. the king would have me preseni the princess, Ro8. We need more light to find your meansweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, iug ont. or show, or pageant, or antick, or firework Kath. Yon'll mar the light, by taking it in Now, understanding that the curate and your snuft'; sweet self, are good at such eruptions, and sud- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. den breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have

Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your dark. assistance.

Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore worthies. -Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some light. entertainment of time, some show in the pos- Kath. You weigh me not, -0, that's you care terior of this day, to be rendered by our assist not for me. ance, -the king's command, and this most gal. Ros. Great reason ; fg Past cure is still past lant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, none so fit as to present the Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well nine worthies.

play'd. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough But Rosaline, you have a favour too : to present them?

Who sent it? and what is it? Hol. Joshua, yourself ; myself, or this gallant Ros.

I would, yon knew : gentleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, be- And if my face were but as fair as yours, cause of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pom- My favour were as great: be witness this. pey the great; the page, Hercules.

Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron : Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity The numbers true ; and, were the numb'ring enough for that worthy's thumb : he is not so

too, big as the end of his club.

I were the fairest goddess on the ground: Hol. Shall I have audience ? He shall present i am compared to twenty thousand fairs. Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be o, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! strangling a snake ; and I will have an apology Prin. Anything like? for that purpose.

Ros. Much, in the letters ; nothing in the Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the praise.


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