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is past,

The skies, the fountains, every region near We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.-
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard Come, Hippolyta.
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

(Ereunt The. Hip. Ege ard train. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan Dem. These things seem small and undistinkind,

guishable, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted Crook-knee'd, and 'dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;

When every thing seems double.
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth-like bells; Hel.

So methinks:
Each under each. A cry more tunable And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Mine own, and not inine own.
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :

Dem.

Are you sure
Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs That we are awake ? It seems to me,
are these?

That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep : think,
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;

The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:

Hler. Yea; and my father. wonder of their being here together.

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And Hippolyta.
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Dem. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
But, speak, Egens; is not this the day

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams.
That Hermia should give answer of her choice ?

[Ereunt. Ege. It is, my lord. The. Go, 'bid the huntsmen wake them with As they go out, Bottom auakes. their horns.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will Horns and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, answer :-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. Hey, ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows

mender! Snont, the tinker! Starveling! God's The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have

had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

past the wit of man to say what dream it was : Lys. Pardon, my lord. (He and the rest kncel to Theseus. this dream. Methought I was there is no man

Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound The.

I pray you all, stand up can tell what. Methought I was, and methought
I know you are two rival enemies;

I had,- But mau is but a patched fool, if he will
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far froin jealousy,

offer to say what methought I had. The eye

of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue Lys: My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking; But as yet, I swear,

to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my

dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a I cannot truly say how I came here:

ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's But, as I think (for truly would I speak,And now I do bethink me, so it is,)

Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will I came with Hermia hither: our intent

sing it in the latter end of a play, before the Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be dirke: Peradventure, to make it the more graWithout the peril of the Athenian law.

cions, 1 shall sing it at her death. [Erit. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; yon have SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's enough:

House.
I beg the law, the law, npon his head. -
They would have stoln away, they would, De-Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.
metrius,

Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is
Thereby to have defeated you and me:

he come home yet? You, of your wife, and me, of my consent;

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt,
Of my consent that she should be your wife. he is transported.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred;
stealth,

It goes not forward, doth it? or this their parpose hither, to this wood;

Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man And I in fury hither followed them;

in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Fair Helena in fancy following me.

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wil of any But, my good lord, I wot not by what power

handicraft man in Athens. (But by som

power is,) my love to Hermia, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now a very paramour, for a sweet voice.
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is
Which in my childhood I did dote upon: God bless us, a thing of nought.
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,

Enter Snug
The object, and the pl-asure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the
Was I betroth'd ere 1 saw Hermia :

temple, and there is two or three lords and la.
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food : dies more married : if our sport had gone for-
But, as in health, come to my natural taste, ward, we had all been made men.
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,

Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he
And will for evermore be true to it.

lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could not The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: have 'scaped sixpence a-day : an the duke had Of this discourse we more will hear anon.- not given him sixpence a-day for playing PyraEgens, I will overbear your will ;

mus, I'll be hang'd; he would have deserved it : For in the temple, by and by with us,

sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.
These couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning now is something worn,

Enter Bottom.
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these
Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three hearts?

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Quin. Bottom !_o most courageous day! O The lazy time, if not with some delight? most happy hour!

Philost. There is a briel, how many sports are Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ripe; ask me not what: for, if I tell you, I am no true Make choice of which your highness will see Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as first.

(Giving a paper. it fell out.

The. (Reads. 1 The battle with the Centaurs, Quin Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

to be sung Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your We'll none of that: that have I told my love, apparel together ; good strings to yonr beards, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. new ribbons to your pumps : meet presently at The riot of ihe tipsy Bacchanals, the palace; every, man look o'er his part; for, Tearing the Ihracian singer in their rage. the short and the long is, our play is preferred. That is an old device, and it was play'd In any case, let Thisby have clean linen ; and When I from Thebes came last a conqueror, let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, The thrice three Muses mourning for the death for they shall hang out for the lion's claws of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor gar- That is some satire, keen, and critical, lick, for we are to ter sw breath, and I do Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, comedy. No more words; away ; go, away. And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth.

(Ereunt. Merry and tragical! Tedious and brief!

That is, hot ice, and wonderous surange snow.

How shall we find the concord of this discord 1 ACT V.

Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten

words loug; SCENE I. The same.

Which is as brief as I have known a play; An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus. But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, There is not one word apt, one player fitted.

Which makes it tedious: for in all the play and Attendants.

And tragical, my noble lord, it is; Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lo- For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. vers speak of.

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, The. More strange than true. I never may Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears believe

The passion of loud laughter never shed. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. The. What are they that do play it? Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

Athens here, More than cool reason ever comprehends. Which never labonr'd in their minds till now The lunatick, the lover, and the poet,

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories Are of imagination all compact :

With this same play against your nuptial. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; The. And we will hear it. That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantick, Philost.

No, my noble lord, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: It is not for you : ) have heard it over, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, And it is nothing, nothing in the world: Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth Unless you can find sport in their intents, to heaven;

Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, And, as imagination bodies forth

To do you service. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen The.

I will hear that play ; Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing For never any thing can be amiss, A local habitation, and a name.

When simpleness and duty tender it. Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

Go, bring them in :-and take your places, ladies. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

TErit Philostrate. It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'er Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

charg'd, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ?

And duty in his service perishing. Hip. But all the story of the night told over,

The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such And all their minds transfigur'd so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images,

Hip. He says they can do nothing in this kind. And grows to something of great constancy ; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

nothing.

Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and

And what poor duty cannot do,
Helena.

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Where I have come, great clerks have purmirth.

posed Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; Accompany yoаr hearts !

Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Lys.

More than to us Make periods in the midst of sentences, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! Throttled their practis'd accent in their fears, The. Come now; what masks, what dances And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, shall we have,

Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, To wear away this long age of three hours, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; Between our after supper, and bed time?

And in the modesty of fearful duty
Where is onr usual manager of mirth? I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
Call Philostrate.

In least speak most, to my capacity.
Philost.
Here, mighty Theseus.

Enter Philostrate.
The. Say, what abridgment have you for this
evening?

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is What mask? what musick ? How shall we be- addrest.

The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets

thing.

guile

Enter Prologue.

!

Enter Pyramus. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. Pyr. O grim-look'd night I 0 night with hue That you should think we come not to offend,

so black; But with good will. To shew our simple skill, "O night, which ever art, when day is not ! That is the true beginning of our end. "Onight,'0 night, alack, alack, alack, Consider then, we come but in despite.

"] fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! We do not come as minding to content you, ". And shon, wall, O'sweel, O lovely wall, Our true intent is. All for your aclight,

"That stand'st between her father's ground We are not here. That you should liere reo o Thou wall, o'wall, O sweet, and lovely wall;

and mine; pent you, The actors are at hand; and, by their show, "Show me thy chink, to blink through with You shall know all, that you are like to know. mine eyne. (Wall holds up his fingere. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

" Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well

for this! Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough “But what see 1 ? No Thisby do I see. coli, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my " o wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss : lord: It is not enough to speak, but to speak

Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me !" true.

The. The wall, methiuks, being sensible, Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue

should curse again, like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving government. The His speech was like a tangled chain; no; am to spy her through the wall. You shall see,

me, is Thishy's cue: she is to enter now, and I thing impaired, but all disordered. Whu is next? it will fail pat as I told you :-Yonder she coines.

Enter Thisbe. Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show.

This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at

moans, this show;

"For parting my fair Pyramis and me : " But wonder’on, till truth make all things thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee."

"My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones : plain. " This man is Pyramus, if you would know ;

Pyt." I see a voice: now will I to the chink, - This beauteouis lady Thisby is, certain.

"To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. " This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth pre

"Thisby !" sent

This. " My love ! thou art my love, I think.” " Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt,'I am thy lover's sunder:

grace; " And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are " And like Limander am I trusty still." content

This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." " To whisper; at the which let no man wonder.

Pyr. “Not Shafales to Procrus was so true.” “ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,

This." As Shafalus 10 Procrus, 1 to you.?! - Presentesh moon-shine : for, if you will Pyr. " 0. kiss me through the hole of this vile know,

wall." " By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn

This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. * This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,

Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

straightway ?" “ Did scare away, or rather did affright:

This. “Tide life, tide death, I come without “And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;

delay.” " Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain:

Wall. "'T'hus have ), wall, my part discharged Anon comes Pyramus, sweet yomh, and ta!!," and, being done, thus wall away doth go!" "And finds !:is trusty T'hisby's manile slain : * Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful

(Ereunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. blade,

The. Now is the mural Gown between the two He iravely broach'd his boiling bloody neighbours. breast;

Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so

wilful to hear withont warning. "And, Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, " His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever Theard. “ Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain,

The. The best in this kind are but shadows : "At large discourse, while here they do remain." and the worst are no worse, if imagination

[ Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion and Moonshine. amend them. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.

Hip. It must be your imagination then, and Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may,

not theirs. when many asses do.

The. If we imagine no worse of them, than Wall.In this same interlude it doth befall,

they of themselves, they may pass for excellent "That I, one Snout by name, present a wall:

Here come two noble beasts in, a moon ". And such a wall, as I would have you think, and a lion. " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,

Enter Lion and Moonshine. " Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,

Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts “ Did whisper often very secretly.

do fear “ This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth "The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps show

on floor, " That I am that same wall; the trnth is so: “May now, perchance, both quake and tremble And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

here, . Through which the fearful lovers are to whis- " When lion rongh in wildest rage doth roar.

" Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak No lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: better?

“For if I should as lion come in strife Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever 1 "Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” heard discourse, my lord.

The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conThe. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence! Iscience

all."

men

per."

Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that “Come, lears, confound : e'er ) saw.

"Out, sword, and wound Lys This lion is a very fox for his valunr. " The pap of Pyramus: The. True; and a goose for his discretion.

"Ay, that left pap, Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot

* Where heart doth hop: carry his discretion; and the fox carries the "Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. goose.

"Now am I dead, The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry

"Now am I fed ; his valonr; for the goose carries not the fox. "My soul is in the sky: It is well : leave it to his discretion, and let us “Tongue, lose thy light! listen to the moon.

"Moon take thy flight! Moon." This lantern doth the horned moon "Now die, die, die, die, die." present :"

Dies.-Erit Moonshine. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his

Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is head.

but one. The He is no crescent, and his horns are in- Lys. Less than an ace, man; for be is dead ; visible within the circumference.

he is nothing. Moon." This !antern doth the horned moon The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yel present :

recover, and prove an ass. "Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be."

Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, beforo The This is the greatest error of all the rest : Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ? the man should be put into the lantern : How The. She will find him by star-light.-flere is it else the man i' the moon ?

she comes; and her passion ends the play. Dem. He dares not come there for the candle ; for, you see, it is already in snuff.

Enter Thisbe. Hip. I am a weary of this moon: Would he world change!

Hip. Methinks, she shonld not use a long one, T'he. It appears, by his sma!l light of discre- for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in cour- Dem. A more will turn the balance, which lesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Pyramıs, which Thisbe, is the better. L18. Proceed, moon.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, sweet eyes. that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. moon; this thorn bush, my thorn bush ; and This. Asleep, my love ? this dog, my dog.

" What, dead, my dove ? Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; "O Pyramus, arise, for they are in the moon. But silence; here

"Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? comes Thisbe.

Dead, dead ? A tomb

* Must cover thy sweet eyes. Enter Thisbe.

"These lily brows, This. “This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is

"This cherry nose,

“These yellow cowslip cheeks, Lion. 1. Oh"

" Are gone, are gone : (The Lion roars. Thisbe runs off

" Lovers, make inoan ! Dem. Well roared, lion.

“ His eyes were green as leeks. The. Well run, Thisbe.

"O sisters three, Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon

"Come, come, to me, shines with a good grace.

"With hands as pale as milk ; The. Well moused, lion.

"Lay them in gore, | The Lion tears Thisbe's Mantle and exit.

"Since you have shore Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

( With shears his thread of silk. Lys. And then the moon vanishes.

"Tongue, not a word :Enter Pyramus.

"Come, trusty sword;

" Come, blade, my breast imbrue: Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny

"And farewell, friends; beams :

"Thus Thisby ends : “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright.

"Adieu, adien, adier." (Dies. For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering The Moonshine and lion are left to bury the streams,

dead. " I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. Dem. Ay, and wall too. “But stay; - spite !

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that “ Biit mark ;-Poor knight,

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see « What dreadful dole is here?

the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, “ Eyes, do you see 7

between two of our company ? " How can it be?

The. No epilogue, I pray you: for your play "O dainty duck ! O dear!

needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the " Thy mantle good,

players are all dead, there need none to be " What, staind with blood ?

blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd " Approach, ye furies fell !

Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, "O'rates! come, come;

it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, "Cut thread and thrum;

truly; and very notably discharged. But come, "Anail, crush, conclnde, and quell !" your Bergomask : let your epiloglie alone. The. This passion, and the death of a dear

Here a dance of Clowns. friend, would go near to make a man look sad. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. Pyr. "0, wherefore, nature, Jidst thou lions 1 fear we shall ontsleep the coming morn, frame?

As much as we this night have overwatch'd. "Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: This palpable-gross play hath well beguild Which is-no, no-which was the fairest dame, The heavy gait of night:--Sweet friends, to bed. “- That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'a, A fortnight hold we this solemnity with cheer.

In nightly revels, and new jollity: [Exeunt.

my love ?"

SCENE II.

To the best bride-bed will we,

Which by us shall blessed be ;
Enter Puck.

And the issue there create,
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

Ever shall be fortunate.
And the wolf behow is the moon;

So shall all the couples three
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

Ever true in loving be:
All with weary task fordone.

And the blots of nature's hand
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Shall not in their issue stand;
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Puts the wretch that lies in wo,

Nor mark prodigious, such as are
In remembrance of a shroud.

Despised in nativity,
Now it is the time of night,

Shall upon their children be.
That the graves all gaping wide,

With this field-dew consecrate,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

Every fairy take his gate ;
In the church-way paths to glide:

And each several chamber bless,
And we fairies, that do run,

Through this palace with sweet peace : By the triple Hecat's team,

E'er shall it in safety rest, From the presence of the sun,

And the owner of it blest. Following darkness like a dream,

Trip away; Now are frolick: not a mouse

Make no stay ; Shall disturb this hallow'd house :

Meet me all by break of day: I am sent with broom, before,

(Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. To sweep the dust behind the door.

Puck. If we shadows have offended, Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train.

Think but this, (and all is mended)

That you have but slumber'd here, Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, While these visions did appear. By the dead and drowsy fire :

And this weak and idle theme, Every elf, and fairy sprite,

No more yielding but a dream, Hop as light as bird from brier;

Gentles, do not reprehend ; And this ditty after me,

If you pardon, we will mend. Sing and dance it trippingly.

And, as I'm an honest Puck, T'ita. First, rehearse this song by rote:

If we have unearned luck To each word a warbling note,

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

We will make amends, ere long : Will we sing, and bless this place.

Else the Puck a liar call.

So, good night unto you all.
SONG AND DANCE.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,
Obe. Now, until the break of day,

And Robin shall restore amends. Through this house each fairy stray.

(Exit.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

LONGA'VILLE,Lords, attending on the MOTH, Page to Armado.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
BIRON

A Forester.
DUMAIN,

King.
BOYET, Lords,attending on the Princess Princess of France.
MERCADE,

ROSALINE,
of France.

Ladies, attending on the DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical MARIA,

Princess. Spaniard.

KATHARINE, SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.

JAQUENETTA, a country Wench. HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.

Officers and others, attendants on the King DULL, a Constable.

and Princess. SCENE-Navarre.

ACT I.

Our court shall be a little Academe, SCENE I. Navarre. A Park with a Palace Still and contemplative in living art. in it.

You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain. My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,

Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their That are recorded in this schedule here: lives,

Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

names; And then grace us in the disgrace of death; That his own hand may strike his honour down, When, spite of cormorant devouring time, That violates the smallest branch herein: The endeavour of this present breath may buy If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do, That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. edge,

Long: I am resolvd : 'tis but a three years' And make us heirs of all eternity.

fast; Therefore, brave conquerors !-for so you are, The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: That war against your own affections,

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits And the huge army of the world's desires,- Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; I The grosser manner of these world's delights

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