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Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide; And we fairies, that do run,
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
the dust behind the door. Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train, Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire.
Hop as light as bird from brier;
T'ita. First, rehearse this song by rote.
SONG AND DANCE.
And the blots of nature's hand
Make no stay;
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
T'hink but this, (and all is mended,
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
, } Lords, atsending on the Princess of France
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniara.
Princess of France.
JAQUENETTA, a Country Wench.
Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess
LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it.
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. King. LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant, devouring time, The endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires, – Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names ; That his own hand may strike his honor down, That violates the smallest branch herein. If you are armed to do, as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.
Long. I am resolved. "Tis but a three years' fast; The mind shall banquet, though the body pine. Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lørd, Dumain is mortified; The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves.