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Which you on all estates will execute,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Biron. A twelvemonth? Well, befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. [To the King. King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, And then 'twill end.
That's too long for a play.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed great
ness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men. have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others.
This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
To-whit, to-who, a merry note,
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apcllo. You, that way; we, this way.
DUKE of Venice.
Suitors to Portia.
Prince of Arragon,
Friends to Antonio and Bassanio.
LORENZO, in love with Jessica.
SHYLOCK, a Jew.
TUBAL, a Jew, his Friend.
LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a Clown, Servant to Shylock.
OLD GOBBO, Father to Launcelt.
Servants to Portia.
PORTIA, a rich Heiress.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Jailer, Servants, and other Attendants.
SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.