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Prin. Beanteous as ink; a good conclusion. Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the My red dominical, my golden letter:
shoulder; 0, that your face were not so full of O's! Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Kath. A pox of that jest ! and beshrew all One rubb'd his elbow, thus ; and fileerd, and shrows!
swore, Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du- A better speech was never spoke before : main ?
Another, with his finger and his thumb, Kath. Madam, this glove.
Cry'd Via ! we will do't, come what will come: Prin.
Did he not send you twain. The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well: Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Some thousand verses of a faithful lover: With that they all did tumble on the ground, A huge translation of hypocrisy,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound, Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
That in this spleen ridiculous appears, Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Lon- To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.
gaville; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit
us ? Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd heart,
thus, The chain were longer, and the letter short? Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never The purpose is to parle, to court, and dance: part.
And every one his love feat will advance Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Unto his several mistress; which they'll know Ros. They are worse fools to parchase mock- By favours several, which they did bestow. ing so.
Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
task'd : O, that I knew he were but in by the week! For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd; How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; And not a man of them shall have the grace, And wait the season, and observe the times, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.and spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; And shape his service wholly to my behests; And then the king will court thee for his dear; And make him proud to make me proud that Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me jests!
thine; So potent-like would I o'ersway his state, So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. That he should be my fool, and I his fate. And change you favours too; so shall your loves Prin None are so surely caught, when they Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. are catch'd,
Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in As wit turn'd fool': folly, in wisdom hatch'd, sight. Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Kath. But, in this changing, what is your inAnd wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
tent?' Ros. The blood of youth burns rot with such Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : exeess,
They do it but in mocking merriment; As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
And mock for mock is only my intent.
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; face.
But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. 0, 1 am stabb'd with laughter! Where's Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speakher grace ?
er's heart, Prin. Thy news, Boyet ?
And quite divorce his memory from his part. Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare !
-Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, Arra, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Against your peace: Love doth approach dis- There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erguised,
thrown; Armed in argument; you'll be surprisid; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Muster your wits: stand in your own defence : So shall we stay, mocking intended gume; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are
(Trumpets sound within. they,
Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the : That charge their breath against us ? say, scout, maskers come. [The ladies mask.
say. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and DuI thought to close mine eyes some half an hour:
main, in Russian habits, and' masked; When lo! to interrupt my purpos’d rest,
Moth, Musicians and Attendants. Toward that shade might behold addrest Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the The king and his companions : warily
earth! I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Boyet. Beanties no richer than rich taffata. And overheard what you shall overhear; Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.
[1'he ladies turn their backs to him. Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
That ever turn'd their-backs--to mortal viends! That well by heart hath conn'd'his embassage : Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Action, and accent, did they teach him there : Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear; views! Out And ever and anon they made a doubt,
Boyet. True ; out, indeed. Presence majestical would put him out'; Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirita, For quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; vouchsafe
Please it you,
Not to behold
King. Prize you yourselves What buys your Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
company ? Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed Ros. Your absence only. eyes, with your sun-beamed eyes
That can never be. Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet; Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu ; You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. Twice to your visor, and half once to you! Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more me out.
chat. Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you
Ros. In private then. rogue.
I am best pleas'd with that. Ros. What would these strangers ? know their
(They converse apart. minds, Boyet:
Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
with thee. That some plain man recount their purposes :
Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar: there is
Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run
dice! Ros. Why, that they have ; and bid them so There's half a dozen sweets.
Seventh sweet, adieu ! Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. One word in secret. gone.
Prin. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many
Let it not be sweet. miles,
Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. To tread a measure with her on this grass.
Gall? bitter. Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many
Therefore meet. a mile,
[They converse apart To tread a measure with you on this grass. Dum. Will Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches
na Word you vouchsafe with me to change Is in one mile : If they have measur'd many, Mar. Name it. The measure then of one is easily told.
Fair lady,Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'a Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord,-
Take that for your fair lady.
As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
[They conderse apart. steps.
Kath. What, was your visor made without a
Long. You have a double iongue within your
And would afford my speechless visor half. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman; Is not veal That we may do it still without accompt.
a call? Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, Long. A calf, fair lady? That we, like savages, may worship it.
No, a fair lord calf.
No, I'll not be your half. do!
Take all, and wean it; it may prove anox. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to Long. Look, how you buti yourself in these shine
sharp mocks! (Those clouds remov'd) upon our wat'ry eyne. Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Ros. O vain petitioner I beg a greater matter, Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns dc Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
grow. King. Then, in our measure vouchsafe but one Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. change:
Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. cry.
[They converse apart Ros. Play, musick, then : nay, you must do it Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as soon.
(Musick plays. keen Not yet ;-no dance :--thus change I like the As is the razor's edge invisible, moon.
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; King. Will you not dance? How come you Above the sense of sense : so sensible thus estrang'd ?
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's chang'd.
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swift-
Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off,
Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure
But your legs should do it. scoff Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have sim, by chance,
ple wits. (Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, We'll not be nice: take hands ;-We will not
Musick and Attendants. dance.
Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. King. Why take we hands then ?
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
Only to part friends : Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths
Will they not, think you, hang themselves to- In honourable terms; nay, he can sing night?
A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet : This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: Ros 01 they were all in lamentable cases! This is the flower that smiles on every one, The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. To show his teeth as white as whales bone : Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. And consciences, that will not die in debt, Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. sword:
King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my No point, quoth 1; my servant straight was heart, mute.
That put Armado's page out of his part ! Kath. Lord Longa ville said, I came o'er his heart:
Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet ; Rosaline, And trow you, what he call'd me?
Maria, Katharine, and Attendants. Prin
Qualm, perhaps. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what Kath. Yes, in good faith.
wert thou, Prin
Go, sickness, as thou art ! Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statutecaps.
King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. day! Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. to me.
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Kath. And Longa ville was for my service born. Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
Boyet Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Immediately they will again be here
To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. In their own shapes; for it can never be,
Prin. This field shall hold me: and so hold They will digest this harsh indignity.
your vow: Prin. Will they return ?
Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjur'd men. Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; King. Rebuke me not for that which you proAnd leap for joy, though they are lame with voke; blows:
The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Therefore, change favours; and, when they re Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should
have spoke Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be un- Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure derstood.
As the unsullied lily, I protest, | Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their A world of torments though I should endure, bud:
I would not yield to be your house's guest; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture So much I hate a breaking-cause to be shown,
f heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. King. 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. If they return in their own shapes lo woo? Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, We have had pastimes here, and pleasant Let's mock them still, as well known, as dis game; guis'd,
A mess of Russians left us but of late. Let us complain to them what fools were here, King. How, madam ? Russians ? Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
Ay, in truth, my lord; And wonder, what they were; and to what end Trim gallants, full of courtship, and state. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so, my And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Sbould be presented at our tent to us.
My lady (to the manner of the days) Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at In courtesy, gives undeserving praise hand.
We four, indeed, confronted here with four Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour,
[Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, i dare not call them fools: but this I think,
They did not bless us with one happy word in their proper habits.
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the drink. princess?
Biron. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your ma sweet, jesty,
Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we Command me any service to her thither? King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, word.
By light we lose light: Your capacity | Boyet. I will; and so will she, 1 know, my lord. Is of that nature, that to your huge store
Erit. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons poor. peas:
Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my And uiters it again when Jove doth please :
eye, He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. At wakes and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs: Ros. But that you take what doth to you beAnd we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Ros. All the fool mine?
Ros. Which of the visors was it, that yon womo 1 This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Biron. Where? when? what 'visor? why de That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice mand you this?
Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord case,
Most honourably doth uphold his word. That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, King. We are descried : they'll mock us now my troth, downright
I never swore this lady such an oath. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it Prin. Amaz'd, iny lord ? Why looks your high plain, ness sad 1
You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why King. My faith, and this, the princess I did look you pale?
give; Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; perjury.
And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :Can any face of brass hold longer out ? - What; will you have me, or your pearl again ? Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;
Biron. Neither of either, I remit both twain. Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a I see the trick on't:- flere was a consent,
(Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
Cut me io pieces with thy keen conceit; Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight And I will wish thee never more to dance,
zany, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
Dick, Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue; That smiles his cheek in jeers; and knows the Nor ever come in visor to my friend;
trick Nor woo in rhyme like a blind harper's song; To make my lady langh, when she's disposid, Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Told our intents before; which once disclos'd, Three pild hyperboles, spruce affectation, The ladies did change favours; and then we, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Now, to our perjury to add more terror, I do forswear them, and I here protest,
We are again forsworn ; in will and errors By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Much upon this it is :-Ánd might not you, knows !)
(To Boyet. Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd Forestall our sport, to make us thus antrue ?
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, And to begin, wench,-so God help me, la ! And laugh upon the apple of her eye? My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Biron.
Yet I have a trick You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd; Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ; You leer upon me, do you ? there's an eye, Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; Wounds like a leaden sword. They are infected, in their hearts it lies,
Full merrily They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. These lords are visited: you are not free, Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; 1 For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
have done. Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
Enter Costard. to us. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
Cont. O Lord, sir, they would know, Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, Whether the three worthies shall come in or no. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?' Biron. What, are there but three? Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with Cost.
No, sir; but it is vara fine, you.
For every one pursents three. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
And three times thrice is nine. Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I end.
hope, it is not so: King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you ; sir; transgression
we know what we know; Some fair excuse.
I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,-
Is not nine. Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ? Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where King. Madam, I was.
until it doth amount. Prin.
Biron. By Jo I alway took three threes for King. I was, fair madam.
When you then were here, Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get What did you whisper in your lady's ear? your living by reckoning, sir. King. That more than all the world I did re Biron. How much is it? spect her.
Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Prin. When
she shall challenge this, you will actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: reject her.
for my own part, I am, as they say, but to par King. Upon mine honour, no.
fect one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the Prin.
Peace, peace, forbear; great, sir. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? King. Despise me, when I break this oath of Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of mine.
Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand What did the Russian whisper in your ear? for him. Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will As precious eyesight; and did value me
take some care.
[Erit Costard. Above this world: adding, thereto, moreover, King. Biron, they will shame us, let them ROG That be would wed me. or else die my lover.
Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'lis By east, west, north, and south, I spread my some policy
conquering night: To have one show worse than the king's and his My’scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisancompany:
der. King. I say, they shall not come.
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you stands too right. now;
Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most That sport' best pleases, that doth least know tender-smelling knight. bow;
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, Where zeal strives to content, and the contents good Alexander. Dies in the zeal of them which it presents, Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the Their form confounded makes most form in world's commander mirth;
Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, When great things labouring perish in their birth. Alisander. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
Biron. Pompey the great,
Your servant, and Costard.
Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of Alisander. thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.) you have orerthrown words. (Armado converses with the King, and Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped delivers him a paper.
out of the painted cloth, for this : your lion, Prin. Doth this man serve God?
that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, Biron. Why ask you ?
will be given to A-jax : he will be the ninth Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's worthy. A conqueror, and ateard to speak! making
run away for shame, Alisander. (Nath. retires) Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey There, an't shall please you; 'a foolish milú monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is man; an honest man, look you, and soon exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, in vain : But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Ali della guerra. I wish you the peace mind, sander, alas, you see how 'tis;-a little o'er most royal couplement. Erit Armado. parted :- But there are worthies a coming will
King Here is like to be a good presence of speak their mind in some other sort. worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,
'Prin. Stand aside, gooui Pompey. Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; Enter Holofernes arm'd, for Judas, and Moth Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas
arm'd, for Hercules. Machabæus. And if these four worthies in their first show Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, thrive,
Whose club kili'd Cerberus, that three-headed These four will change habits and present the canus, other five.
And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Biron. There is five in the first show.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus: King. You are deceived, 'tis not so.
Quoniam, he secmeth in minority: Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge- Ergo, I come with this apologypriest, the fool, and the boy :
Keep some state in thy ezit, and vanish. A bare throw at novum; and the whole world
[Exit Moth. again,
Hol. Judas I am,Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his Dum. A Judas! vein.
Hol. Not Iscariot, sirKing. The ship is under sail, and here she Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus. comes amain.
Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. [Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c. Biron. A kissing traitor:-How art thou prov'd, Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Hol. Judas I am,
Dumn. The more shame for you, Judas ?
Hol. What mean you, sir? Boyet.
You lie, you are not he. Boyet. To make Judas hang himself. Cost. I Pompey am,
Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. Boyet.
With libbard's head on knee. Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs an elder. be friends with thee.
Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. Cost. ! Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Hol. What is this? Dum. The great.
Boyet. A cittern head. Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the Dum. The head of a bodkin. great ;
Biron. A death's face in a ring. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce
make my foe to sweat; And travelling along this coast, I here am Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. come by chance;
Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. lass of France.
Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothI had done.
drawer: Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
And now, forward; for we have put thee in Cost. "Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I countenance. was perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves Biron. False, we have given thee faces. the best worthy.
Hol. But you have out-lac'd them all. Enter Nathaniel arm'd, for Alexander.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we wonld do so.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Nath. When in the world I liv’d, I was the And so, adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou world's commander;