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Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, sharp mocks !

Let's mock them still, as well known, as disWill you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.

guis'd: Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do Let us complain to them what fools were here, grow.

| Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless* gear; Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. And wonder what they were; and to what end Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears Theirshallow shows,and prologue vilely penn'd, you cry.

They converse apart. And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are should be presented at our tent to us. as keen

Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are As is the razor's edge invisible,

at hand. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land, Above the sense of sense : so sensible

(Exeunt Prin. Ros. Kath. and MARIA. Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings,

Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, Dumain, in their proper habits.

swifter things. Ros. Not one word more, my maids : break! King. Fair Sir, God save you! Where is off, break off.

the princess ? Biron. By heaven, all dry beaten with pure

Boyet. Gone to her tent, Please it your majes

Command me any service to her thither? (ty, King. Farewell, mad wenches ; you have

King. That she vouchsafe me audience for simple wits.

one word. (Eteunt King, Lords, Mota, Music and

Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my Attendants

lord.

(Exit. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.

Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?

pease; Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet

And utters it again when God doth please : breaths puff 'd out.

He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares (fairs, Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross,

At wakes, and wassels,t meetings, markets, gross; fat, fat.

And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!

Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to

This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; night?

Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ?

He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he, This pert Birón was out of countenance quite.

That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ; Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases !

This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit.

In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his

A meant most meanly; and, in ushering, sword:

Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet; No point,* quoth I, and my servant straight was

The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet : mute.

This is the flower that smiles on every one, Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his To show his teeth as white as whales' bone : And trow you, what he call’d me? [heart;

And consciences, that will not die in debt, Prin. Qualm, perhaps.

Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Kath. Yes, in good faith.

King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my Prin. Go, sickness as thou art!

heart, Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain sta- | That put Armado's page out of his part !

tute-caps. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.

Enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BOYET; RosaPrin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith

LINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and Allendants. to me.

(born. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, Kath. And Longaville was for my service

what wert thou,

now? Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou

Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses give King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time Immediately they will again be here (ear:

of day! In their own shapes; for it can never be, Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. They will digest this harsh indignity.

King. Construe my speeches better, if you Prin. Will they return!

may. Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; I Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you And leap for joy, though they are lane with

leave. blows:

King. We came to visit you; and purpose Therefore, change favours ;f and, when they

now

sthen. repair,

To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold Prin. How blow? how blow? speak to be

your vow : understood.

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Boyet. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their King. Rebuke me not for that which you bud:

(shown,

provoke; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you should

Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do, have spoke;
Li they return in their own shapes to woo? For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

A quibble on the French adverb of negation.
Better wits inay be found among citizens.

• Uncouth.

+ Rustic merry-meetings,

Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure I do forswear them; and I here protest,
As the unsullied lily, I protest,

By this white glove, (how white the hand, A world of torments though I should endure,

God knows!) I would not yield to be your house's guest : Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressid So much I hate a breaking-cause to be

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. And, to begin, wench,—so God help me, la

King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.

Ros. Sans sans, I pray you. Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Biron. Yet I have a trick We have had pastimes here, and pleasant of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick; game;

I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;A mess of Russians left us but of late. Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three ; King. How, madam? Russians ?

They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;

They have the plague, and caught it of your Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

eyes: Ros. Madam, speak true:- It is not so, my These lords are visited; you are not free, My lady, (to the manner of the days,*) [lord; For the lord's tokens on you do I see. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.

Prin. No, they are free, that gave these We four, indeed, confronted here with four

tokens to us. In Russian habit: here they staid an hour, Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to usAnd talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,

do us. They did not bless us with one happy word. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, I dare not call them fools; but this I think, That you stand forfeit being those that sue? When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Biron. Peace ; for I will not have to do with drink.

you.

* Biron. This jest is dry to me-Fair, gentle Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. sweet,

greet Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we

an end. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rade By light we lose light: Your capacity

transgression, Is of that nature, that to your huge store Some fair excuse. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Prin. The fairest is confession. poor.

Were you not here, but even now disguis d? Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in King. Madam, I was. my eye,

Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
Biron. I am a fool and full of poverty. 1 King. I was, fair madam.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you be- Prin. When you then were here,
long,

What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. King. That more than all the world I did
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.

respect her. Ros. All the fool mine?

Prin. When she shall challenge this, you Biron. I cannot give you less.

will reject her. Ros. Which of the visors was it that you King. Upon mine honour, no. wore?

Prin. Peace, peace, forbear; (swear. Biron. Where? when? what visor? why de- Your oath once broke, you force* not to formand you this?

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of Ros. There, then, that visor, that superfluous mine. case,

Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosa. That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. line, King. We are descried : they'll mock us now What did the Russian whisper in your ear? downright.

1 Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me Dum. Let us confess and turn it to a jest.

dear Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your As precious eye-sight; and did value me highness sad?

| Above this world: adding thereto, moreover, Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Why look yon pale?

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Most honourably doth uphold his word. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for King. What mean you, madam? by my life, perjury.

my troth, Can any face of brass hold longer out?-- I never swore this lady such an oath. Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me: 1 Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a

plain, flout;

[rance ;| You gave me this: but take it, Sir, again. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my igno- King. My faith, and this, the princess I did Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;

give; And I will wish thee never more to dance, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. | Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

wear; Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear:Vor never come in visor to my friend it What; will you have me, or your pearl again?

Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's Biron. Neither of either ; I remit both twain. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, song: I see the trick on't ;-Ilere was a consent, 1

Three-pild hyperboles, spruce affectation, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment.) l'igures pedantical; these summer-flies To dash it like a Christmas comedy: (zany.

Have blown me full of margot ostentation: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some sligis * After the fashion of the times. Mistress.

Make no difficulix, Consriracy.

a.

Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, / Biron. A right description of our sport, my some Dick,

(trick

lord. That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the

Enter ARMADO. To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, Told our intents before : which, once disclos'd, Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense The ladies did change favours; and then we, of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. of words. Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

(ARMADO converses with the King, and deliWe are again forsworn; in will, and error.

vers him a paper. Much upon this it is :- And might not you, Prin. Doth this man serve God?

[To Boyet. Biron. Why ask you ? Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,* | making.

And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey And stand between her back, Sir, and the fire, monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too You put our page out : Go, you are allow'd; vain : But we will put it, as they say, to forDie when you will, a smock shall be your tuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of shroud.

mind, most royal couplement ! [Exit ARMADO. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, | King. Here is like to be a good presence of Wounds like a leaden sword.

worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Boyet. Full merrily

swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules ; the peBiron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; Idant, Judas Machabæus. have done.

And if these four worthies in their first show Enter CoSTARD.

thrive,

These four will change habits, and present the Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

other five. Cost. O Lord, Sir, they would know, no.

Biron. There is five in the first show.
Whether the three worthies shall come in, or
Biron. What, are there but three?

King. You are deceiy'd, 'tis not so.

Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgeCost. No, Sir; but it is vara fine,

priest, the fool, and the boy :For every one pursents three.

Abate a throw at novum ;* and the whole world Biron. And three times thrice is nine.

again, Cost. Not so, Sir; under correction, Sir ; 11

Cannot prickt out five such, take each one in hope, it is not so:

his vein. You cannot beg us, Sir, I can assure you, Şir ;

King. The ship is under sail, and here she we know what we know :

comes amain. I hope, Sir, three times thrice, Sir,

[Seats brought for the Kino, PRINCESS, &c. Biron. Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, Sir, we know where

Pageant of the Ninc Worthies. antil it doth amount. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes

Enter Costarp armed, for Pompey. for nine.

Cost. I Pompey am, Cost. O Lord, Sir, it were pity you should Boyet. You lie, you are not he. get your living by reckoning, Sir.

Cost. I Pompey am,Biron. How much is it?

Boyet. With libbard's head on knee. Cost. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves, Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs the actors, Sir, will show whereuntil it doth

be friends with thee. amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, Cost. I Pompey am,Pompey surnam'd the big,-. but to parfect one man,-e'en one poor man; Dum. The great. Pompion the great, Sir.

Cost. It is great, Sir ;-Pompey surnand the Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ?

Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know

my foe to sweat : not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand And, travelling along this coast, I here am come for him.

by chance ; Biron. Go, bid them prepare.

And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir; we will

of France. take some care. [Erit Costard. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not

I had done. approach.

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I 'tis some policy

was perfect: I made a little fault in, great. To have one show worse than the king's and Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey his company.

proves the best worthy. King. I say they shall not come.

Enter Nathaniel armed, for Alexander. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now;

show: Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the That sport best pleases, that doth least know

world's commander ; Where zeal strives to content, and the contents By east, west, north, and south, I spread my Die in the zeal of them which it presents, 1 conquering might :

[der. Their form confounded makes most form in My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisanmirth;

[birth. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for When great things labouring perish in their it stands too right. * Rule. * A game with dice.

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Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most | Dum. For the latter end of his name. tender-smelling knight.

Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him:Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed,

Jud-as, away. good Alexander.

Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the

humble. world's commander ;

Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas : it grows Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so,

dark, he may stumble. Alisander.

Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he Biron. Pompey the great,

been baited! Cost. Your servant, and Costárd.

Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector.
Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away
Alisander.

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Cost. 0, Sir, [To Nath.] you have over

Hector in arms. thrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, scraped out of the painted cloth for this: I will now be merry. your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and a feard tol Boyet. But is this Hector ? speak! rum away for shame, Alisander. (Nath.

Dum. I think, Hector was not so cleanretires.] Theré, an't shall please you ; a fool

fool: timber'd. ish mild man; an honest man, look you, and

Long. His leg is too big for Hector. soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neigh

Dum. More calf, certain. bour, insooth; and a very good bowler: but,

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a lit

Biron. This cannot be Hector. tle o'erparted:-But there are worthies a com

Dum. He's a god or a painter : for he makes ing will speak their mind in some other sort.

faces. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances* the alEnter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and Gare Hector a gift,

mighty,
Moth armed, for Hercules.

Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Biron. A lemon. -
Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-head Long. Stuck with cloves.
ed canus.

Dum. No, cloven.
And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

Arm. Peace. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ; Ergo, I come with this apology.

A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yec Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.

From morn till night, out of his parilion.

[Exit Moth. I am that flower,Hol. Judas I am,

Dum. That mint. Dum. A Judas!

Long. That columbine. Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir.

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. runs against Hector. Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. prov'd Judas?

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotHol. Judas I am,

ten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the Dum. The more shame for you, Judas. buried: when he breath'd, he was a man-But Hol. What mean you, Sir?

I will forward with my device : Sweet royalty, Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

to the PRINCESS.) bestow on me the sense of Hol. Begin, Sir ; you are my elder.

hearing.

(BIRON whispers COSTARD. Biror. Well follow'd : Judas was hang'd on Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much an elder.

delighted Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Hol. What is this?

Dum. He may not by the yard.

[bal, Boyet. A cittern head.

Arm. This Hector far surmounted HanniDum. The head of a bodkin.

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she Biron. A death's face in a ring. i seen. I is gone; she is two months on her way. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Arm. What meanest thou? Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

| Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest TroDum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.*

jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.t the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poBiron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth

tentates? thou shalt die. drawer :

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Ja. And now, forward ; for we have put thee in quenetta that is quick by him; and hangd, for countenance.

Pompey that is dead by him. Hol. You have put me out of countenance. Dum. Most rare Pompey! Biron. False; we have given thee faces.

Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Pompey, Pompey the huge !

Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Dum. Hector trembles. And so adieu, sweet Jude! pay, why dost thou Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, t stay?

more Ates; stir them on! stir them on !
A soldier's powder-horn.
cine...al buckle for fortuig har-bonds. &

Ate was the goddess of disont.

* Lance-men.

bring,

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea.

Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee, / Even to the opposed end of our intents :

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a nor And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, thern man ;* I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword : As love is full of unbefitting strains ; - pray you let me borrow my arms again. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;

Dum Room for the incensed worthies. Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Cost. I'll do it in my shirt,

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Moth. Master let me take you a button-hole To every varied object in his glance: lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing | Which party-coated presence of loose love for the combat? What mean you you will Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, lose your reputation.

Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, I will not combat in my shirt.

Suggested* us to make : Therefore, ladies, Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Our love being yours, the error that love makes made the challenge.

Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. By being once false for ever to be true Biron. What reason have you for't? To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you:

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, shirt; I go woolwardt for penance.

| Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'dhim in Rome Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn,

love; he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; / Your favours, the ambassadors of love; and that a' wears next his heart, for a favour. | And, in our maiden council, rated them Enter MERCADE.

At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, Mer. God save you, madam!

As bombast, and as liring to the time : Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

But more devout than this, in our respects, But that thou interrupt’st our merriment.

Have we not been: and therefore met your Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I In their own fashion, like a merriment. sloves

Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much Is heavy in my tongue. The king, your father

more than jest. Prin. Dead, for my life.

Long. So did our looks. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

Ros. We did not quotet them so. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, cloud.

Grant us your loves. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free Prin. A time, methinks, too short breath : I have seen the day of wrong through To make a world-without-end bargain in : the little hole of discretion, and I will right No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this, King. How fares your majesty?

| If for my love (as there is no such cause) Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. You will do aught, this shall you do for me: King. Madam, not so: I do beseech you, stay. Your oath I will not trust; but go with speeu Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious To some forlorn and naked hermitage, lords,

Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe Have brought about their annual reckoning :
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, If this austere insociable life
The liberalf opposition of our spirits : Change not your offer made in heat of blood :
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin
In the converse of breath, your gentleness

weeds,
Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord ! Nip not the gaudy blossoms of our love,
A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue : But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Then, at the expiration of the year,
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
All causes to the purpose of his speed; [form I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut
And often, at his very loose, decides

My woeful self up in a mourning house;
That which long process could not arbitrate: Raining the tears of lamentation,
And though the mourning brow of progeny

For the remembrance of my father's death. Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

If this thou do deny, let our hands part; The holy suit which fain it would convince; Neither entitled in the other's heart. Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it slost To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, From what it purpos 'd; since, to wail friends The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Biron. And what to me, my love? and what Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are

to me? double.

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the

rank; ear of grief;

You are attaint with fanlts and perjury; And by these badges understand the king. Therefore if you my favour mean to get, For your fair sakes have we neglected time,

A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, A clown. Clothod in wool, without linen,

But seek the weary beds of people sick. : Pree to rene

Temnted
* Regard.

Clothing

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