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Boyet. If my observation (which very seldom Moth. By my peuny of observation. lies)

Arm. But 0,--but 0,By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Moth. -the hobby-horse is forgot. Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ? Prin. With what ?

Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, af- colt, and your love perhaps a hackney. But fected.

have you forgot your love? Prin. Your reason?

Arm. Almost I had. Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Moth. Negligent stndent ! learn her by heart. retire

Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Moth. And out of heart, niaster : all those His heart, like an agate, with your print im- three I will prove. pressed,

Arm. What wilt thou prove? Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and His tongue, all impalient to speak and not see, without, upon the instant : By heart you love Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be ; her, because your heart cannot come by her: in All senses to that sense did make their repair, heart you love her, because your heart is in love To feel only looking on fairest of fair ;

with her; and out of heart you love her, being Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ;, Arm. I ain all these three. Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where Moth. And three times as much more, and yet they were glass'd,

nothing at all. Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry His face's own margent did quote such amazes, me a letter. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes; Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, to be embassador for an ass! An you give him for my sake but one loving Arm. Ha, ha ! what sayest thou ? kiss.

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon Prin. Come to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd- the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : Bu: I go Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his Arm. The way is but short; away. eye hath disclos'd:

Moth. As swift as lead, sir. I only have made a mouth of his eye,

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow ? kos. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, masskilfully,

ter, no. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Arm. I say, lead is slow. news of him.

Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so : Ros. Then was Venns like her mother; for Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun? her father is but grim.

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick! Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ? He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's Mar. Boyet.

What then, do you see? I shoot thee at the swain. Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.


Thump then, and I flee. Boyet. You are too hard for me.

(Erit. (Exeunt. Arm. A most acute juvenal : voluble and free

of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy

face : ACT III. .

Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.

My herald is return'd.
SCENE I. Another part of the same.

Re-enter Moth and Costard.
Enter Armado and Moth.

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard Arm. Warble, child, make passionate my sense

broken in a shin. of hearing.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle ;-come,-thy Moth. Concolinel

(Singing. l'envoy ;-begin. Arm. Sweet air! Go tenderness of years, take. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy: no salve this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring in the mail, sir : 0, șir, plantain, a plain planhim festinately hither ; I must employ him in a tain: no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but letter to r.y love.

a plantain ! Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter ; thy French brawl ?

silly thought, my spleen ; the heaving of my Arm. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French? lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; for a salve ? sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not the throat, as if you swallowed love with sing- l'envoy a salve ? ing love ! 'sometime through the nose, as if you Arm. No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse, snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat to make plain penthouselike o'er the shop of your eyes; with Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been your arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet, sain. like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your I will example it : pocket, like a man after the old painting; and The fox, the ape, and the humblebee, keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and Were still at odds, being but three. away: These are complements, these are hu- There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. mours; these betray nice wenches-that would Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral be betrayed without these ; and make them men

again. of note, (do you note, men ?) that most are af- Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humblebee, fected to these.

Were still at odds, being but three : Arm. How hast thou purchased this experi- Moth. Until the goose came out of door, ence ?

And stay'd the odds by adding four.



a shin.

Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, with my l'envoy.

slave, it is but this ;The fox, the ape, and the humblebee, The princess comes to hunt here in the park,

Were still at odds, being but three: And in her train there is a gentle lady Arm. Until the goose came out of door, When tongues speak sweetly, then they name Staying the odds by adding four.

her name, Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose, And Rosaline they call her: ask for ber; Would you desire more?

And to her white hand see thou do commend Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. goose ; that's flat :

[Gives him money. Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be Cost. Guerdon-Osweet guerdon! better than fat.

remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and Most sweet guerdon ;- I will do it, sir, in priut. loose :


Let me see a fat l'envoy: ay, that's a fat goose.. Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that
Arm. Come hither, come hither : How did this have been love's whip;
argument begin ?

A very beadle to a humorous sigh ;
Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;

A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Then call'd you for the l'enroy.

Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came This wimpled, whining, purblind wayward your argument in ;

boy: Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; boughi;

Regent of love-rhymes, lord of 'folded arins, And he ended the market.

The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, broken in a shin ?

Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Moth I will tell yon sensibly.

Sole imperator, and great general Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth ; I will of trotting paritors-Omy little heart ! speak that l'envoy.

And I to be a corporal of his field, 1Costard, running out, that was safely within, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. What? I! I love ! I sue! I seek a wise ! Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. A woman, that is like a German clock, Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Still a repairing ; ever ont of frame; Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. And never going aright, being a watch,

Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :- I smell But being watch'd, that it may still go right? some l'enroy, some goose, in this.

Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; Arm. By my sweet soul. I mean, setting thee And, among uiree, to love the worst of all; at liberty, enfree loming thy person ; thou wert A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, immurel, restrained, captivated, bound. With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes :

Cost. True, true: and now you will be in my Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, purgation, and let me loose.

Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard; Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague nothing but this : Bear this significant to the That Capid will impose for my neglect country maid Jaquenetta : there is remunera. Of his almighty dreadful little might. tion [Giving him money.) for the best ward Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents.

groan : Moth, follow.

[Erit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard,

(Erit. adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh ! my incony Jew!

[Exit Moth. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remy

ACT IV. neration ! O, that's the Latin word for three far

SCENE I. Another part of the same. things: three farthings-remuneration.-What's the price of this inkle ? a penny :-No, I'll give Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, you a remuneration: why, it carries it.c. Boyet, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. muneration !--why, it is a fairer name than Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse French crown. I will never buy and sell out of

so hard this word.

Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
Enter Biron.

Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceed- Prin. Whoe'er he was, he showed a mounting ingly well met.

mind. Cost. 'Pray you, sir, how much carnation rib- Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ; bon may a man buy for a remuneration ? On Saturday we will return to France.Biron. What is a remuneration ?

Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, Co t. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. That we must stand and play the murderer in? Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; silk.

A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot Cost. J thank your worship: God be with you! Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, Biron. 0, stay, slave ; 1 inust employ thee : And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again Cost. When would you have it done, sir ? Biron. (), this afternoon.

O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for wo ! Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. For. Yes, madam, fair. Biron. O, ihou knowest not what it is.


Nay, never paint me pow; Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow

(Giring him money. morning.

Fair payment for fou) words is more than due.

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For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit treat thy love? I will. What shall thou er. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by change for rags ? robes; For titlles, tities; merit.

For thyself, me. Thus, erpecting thy reply, 1 .O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair picture, and my heart on thy every part. praise.

Thine in the deurest design of industry,
But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,

And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :

'Gainst thee, thoa lamb, that standest as his Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ;

prey; If wounding, then it was to show my skill, Submissive fall his princely feet before, That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And he from forage will incline to play: And, out of ques ion, so it is sometimes ; But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then ? Glory grows guilty of detested crines; Food for his rage, repasture for his den. When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited part,

this letter? We bend to that the working of the heart; What vane? what weathercock ? did you ever As 1, for praise alone, now seek to spill

hear better? The poor deer's blood, that iny heart means Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember no ill.

the style. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it reignty,

erewhile. Only for praise sake, when they strive to be Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps Lords o'er their lords?

here in court; Prin Ouly for praise : and praise we may A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes afford

sport To any lady that subdues a lord.

To the prince, and his book-mates.
Enter Costard.


Thou, fellow, a word :

Who gave thee this letter? Here comes a member of the commonwealth. Cost.

I told you, my lorel. Cost. God dig-you-den all! 'Pray you, which Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it? is the head lady?


From my hierdig my lady. Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest Prin. From which lord, to which lady that have no heads.

Cosi. From my lord Biron, a good master of Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?

mine, Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

To a lady of France, that he callid Rosaline. Cost. The thickest, and the tallest ! it is so ; Prin. 'I'hou hast mistaken his letter. Come, truth is truth

lords, away. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my Here, sweet, put up this; 'will be thine another


Exit Princess and train. One of these maids' girdles for your waist should Boyet. Who is the snitor? who is the suitor ? be fit.


Shall I teach you to know i Are not you the chief woman ? you are the Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty. thickest here.


Why, she that bears the bow.
Frin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will? Finely put off!
Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou
one lady Rosaline.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter ? he's a good Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
friend of mine :

Fively put on!
Stand aside, good bearer. ---Boyet, you can carve; Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Break up this capon.


And who is yonr deer?

I am bound to serve.- Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetla.

Finely put on, indeed!

We will read it, I swear: Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and Break the neck of the wax, and every one give she strikes at the brow. ear.

Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have 1 hit Boyet. (Reads.) By heaven, that thou art her now? fair, is most infallible; true that thou art Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saybeauteous; truth itself, that thou art lorely: ing, that was a man when king Pepin of Franco More fairer than fair, beautiful than beau- was a little boy, as touching the hit it? leo us ; truer than truth itself, have commise Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, ration on thy heroical vasval! The mag. that was a woman when queen Guinever of Brinanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua tain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beg. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, gar Zenelophon; and he it was that might right

(Singing. ly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in Thou canst not hit it, my good man. the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) vide Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, licet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, An I cannot, another car. one; sau, treo; overcame, three. Who came 2

[Ereunt Ros. and Kath. the king : Why did he come to see; Why did Cast. Bys my, troth, most pleasant ! how both the beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is both did hit it. victory; On whose side? the king's : The cap- Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A tive is enriched; On whose side? The beggar's ; mark, says my lady! The catastrophe is a nuptial ; On whose side ? Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if I the king's ?-no, on both in cne, or one in both. I am the king; for 80 stands the comparison

Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I' faith your hand thou the beggar; for 80 witnes seth thy lowli

is ont. pess. Shaï 1 command thy love? 1 may: Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or be'll all I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I en- ne'er hit the clout.


may be.

the pin

gar wit!

Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam hand is in.

was no more, Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving And raught not to five weeks, when he came to

fivescore. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips The allusion holds in the exchange. grow foul.

Dull. "Tis true, indeed; the collusion holds in Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; the exchange. challenge her to bowl.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the Boyet. I fear too much, rubbing; Good night, allusion holds in the exchange.

my good owl. (Ereunt Boyel and Maria. Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the exCost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple change; for the moon is never but a month old : clown!

and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him princess kill'd. down!

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemO my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vul- poral epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to

hurnour the ignorant, I have called the deer the When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as princess kill'd, a pricketit were, so fil.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it fan!

argues facility. To see him kiss his hand ! and how most sweetly The praisefúl princess pierc'd and prick'da a' will swear!

pretty pleasing pricket : And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit ! Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till nou Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!

made sore with shooting. Sola, sola!

The dogs did yell! put I to sore, then sorel (Shouting within. Erii Cost. running. jumps from thicket; SCENE II. The same.

Or, pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people

fall a hooting Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.

If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done O sore LI 'n the testimony of a good conscience.

Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, one more L. blood ; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth Nath. A rare talent! like a jewel in the ear of cælo,--the sky, the wel. Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws kin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, him with a talent. on the face of terra,--the soil, the land, the Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; earth.

a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least ; l'evolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of Bnt, sir, 1 assure ye, it was a buck of the first memory, nonrished in the womb of pia mater; head.

and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion: Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. and I am thankful for it.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of ex- may my parishioners; for their sons are well plication ; facere, a it were, replication, or, ra- tutord by you; and their daughters profit very ther, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclina- greatly under you: you are a good inember of tion.-after his undressed, unpolished, medu. the commonwealth. cated, uinpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, Hol. Meherclc, if their sons be ingenions, they or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, -to insert shall want no instruction : if their daughters be again my haud credo for a deer.

capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud crcdo ; qui pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. 'twas a pricket. Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !- thou

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. monster, ignorance, how deformed dost thou

Jag. God give you good morrow, master person. look!

Hol. Master person,-quasi pers-on. And if Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties one should be pierced, which is the one ? that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, Cost

. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is as it were : he hath not drunk ink: his intellect likest to a hogshead. is not replenished; he is only an animal, only Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre sensible in the duller paris ;

of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a And och barren plants are set before us, that we flint, pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is thankful should be

well. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read

parts that do fructify in us more than he me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and For as it wond ill become me to be vain, indis- sent me frum Don Armatho: 1 beseech you, creet, or a fool,

read it. 0, were there a patch set on learning, to see Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne him in a school:

sub umbra But, omne bene, say 1; being of an old father's Ruminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! mind,

I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Many can brook the weather that love not the Venice:

wind. Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by

Vinegia, Vinegia,

Chi non te vede, ci non te pregia. your wit. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understa:pot five weeks old as yet?

eth thee not, loves thee not. - Ut, re, sol, la, mi, Hol Dictynna,

good man Dull; Dictynna, fa.--Under pardon, sir, what are the conte is? good man Dull.

or, rather, as Horace says in his-What my Dul. What is Dictynna ?

son), verses? Nath. A title to Phobe, to Luna, to the moon.

Nath. Ay, sir, and very Icaricu.

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 l’ll faith- coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil: 1 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, sot thee down, sorrow! for

toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles ; defile ! a 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 comprehend :

me, I 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, bu

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 to

lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do wonder; (Which is to me some praise, that I 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 bath it: sweet clown,

o' my sonnets already ; the clown bore it, the dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is musick and sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, i sweet fire.

would not care a pin if the other three were in: Celestial, is thou art, oh pardon, love, this Here cotnes one with a paper ; God give him

Gets up into a Tree

grace to groan ! wrong That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly Enter the King, with a Paper.

tongue ! Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so

King. Ah me! niiss the accent; let me supervise ihe canzonet.

Biron. [Aside. ] Shot, by heaven !-Proceed, Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the Birdbolt under the left pap :--)' faith, secrets.

sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of paesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, King. (Reads. So sweet a kiss the golden sur 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 devo that on my cheeks down flows : Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright the strange queen's lords?

Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Hol. 1 will overglance the superscript. To As doth thy face through tears of mine give the snow-white hand of the most beauteous lady

light; 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 lears 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 ; ihen thou will 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, nor 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 ; inay concern much: Stay not thy compliment; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes I forgive thy duty; adieu.


[Steps aside. Jay Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save your life!

Enter Longaville, with a Paper. Cast. Have with thee, my girl.

What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. (Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, ne 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. saith

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

1 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 trgay at the father's of a cer- name.

(Aside. tain pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it Lang. Am I the first that have been perjur'd shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, yo? 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-cap of be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, society, wit, nor invention : I beseech your society. The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simNath. 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, I To Dull.] I do invite you O sweet Maria, empress of my love! 100; you shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

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