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Pyr. 'Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon.

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This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.'

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Wall. Thus have I,Wall, my part discharged so; "And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.'

[Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.

Dem. No remedy, my lord, when wails are so wilful to hear without warning.

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. Enter Lion and Moonshine.

Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear

The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on


'May now, perchance, both quake and tremble


"When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am 'A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:

"For if I should as lion come in strife
"Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.'

The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.

Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to

the moon.

Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon present:'

Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.


This lantern doth the horned moon present;

'Myself the man i' th' moon do seem to be.' The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be put into the lantern: How is it else the man i' the moon?

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, you see, it is already in snuff.

Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he would change!

The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time.

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Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe. Enter Thisbe.

This. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my love?'

Lion. Oh-.'

[The Lion roars.-Thisbe runs off. Dem. Well roared, lion. The. Well run, Thisbe.

Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

The. Well moused, lion.

[The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

Lys. And then the moon vanishes.
Enter Pyramus.

Pyr. Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

'I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:
For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams,
I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
'But stay;-0 spite!

'But mark:-Poor knight,
'What dreadful dole is here!
'Eyes, do you see?

'O dainty duck! O dear!

Thy mantle good,
'What, stain'd with blood?
'Approach, ye furies fell!

O fates! come, come;
'Cut thread and thrum;2

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!'" The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?

'Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: Which is-no, no-which was the fairest dame, "That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.+

'Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
"The pap of Pyramus:

" Ay, that left pap,
'Where heart doth hop:
"Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
'Now am I dead,
'Now am I fled;
'My soul is in the sky:

Tongue, lose thy light!
Moon, take thy flight!
'Now, die, die, die, die, die.

[Dies.-Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but


Lys. Less than an acc, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass.

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.

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Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company?

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Shall upon their children be.-
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;4

And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace:
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Trip away;
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play
needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the play-
ers are all dead, there need none to be blamed.
Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and
hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have
been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very
notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: Puck.
let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd

The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.-
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity.

SCENE II.-Enter Puck.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone. 2
Now the wasted brands do glow,


Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in wo,
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, (1) Progress.

(2) Overcome.

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this (and all is mended,)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long:

Else the Puck a liar call.

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Boyet, lords, attending on the princess of Maria,

Mercade, France.

Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Jaquenetta, a country wench.

Sir Nathaniel, a curate.

Holofernes, a schoolmaster.

Dull, a constable.

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And, one day in a week to touch no food; And but one meal on every day beside; The which, I hope, is not enrolled there:

SCENE I.-Navarre. A park, with a palace And then to sleep but three hours in the night, in it. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville,




and And not to be seen to wink of all the day;

fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, 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 edict shall strongly stand in force:
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little académe,
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 honour down,
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.
Long. I am resolv'd: '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 lord, Dumain is mortified;
The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ;
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
That is, To live and study here three years,
But there are other strict observances:
As, not to see a woman in that term;
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day;) Which, I hope well, not enrolled there: 9, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep.


King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please; only swore, to study with your grace,

And stay here in your court for three years' space. Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in


What is the end of study? let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we should not know.

Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from

common sense;

King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. Biron. Come on, then, I will swear to study so. To know the thing I am forbid to know: As thus-To study where I well may dine,

When I to feast expressly am forbid ; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, When mistresses from common sense are hid: Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, Study to break it, and not break my troth. If study's gain be thus, and this be so, Study knows that, which yet doth not know: Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight.

Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book,

To seek the like of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look:

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

(1) Dishonestly, treacherously.

Therefore this article is made in vain,

Study me how to please the eye indeed,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
And give him light that was it blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks.;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That gave a náme to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights,

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.

King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!

Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.

Biron. The spring is near, when green geese
are a breeding.
Dum. How follows that?

Fit in his place and time.

Dum. In reason nothing.
Something then in rhyme.
Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping' frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud sum-
mer boast,

Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;2
But like of each thing, that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,

Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu!
Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay
with you:

And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And 'bide the penance of each three years' day.
Give me the paper, let me read the same;
And to the strict'st decrees, I'll write my name.
King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.And hath this been proclaim'd?


Four days ago.

Biron. Let's see the penalty. [Reads.]-On pain of losing her tongue.—

Who devis'd this?

Long. Marry, that did I.
Biron. Sweet lord, and why?
Long. To fright them hence with that dread

Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise

This article, my liege, yourself must break;

For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to


A maid of grace, and complete majesty,About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:

(1) Nipping. Reside.

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.

Biron. So study evermore is overshot While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should: And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. King. We must, of force, dispense with this decree ;

She must lie3 here on mere necessity.

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' space :

For every man with his affects is born;

Not by might master'd, but by special grace: If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, am forsworn on mere necessity.So to the laws at large I write my name:


[Subscribes. And he that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shame :


Suggestions are to others, as to me; But, I believe, although I seem so loth, am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted: King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is haunted

With a refined traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:
One, whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;
A man of complements, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
But I protest, I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own Knight. Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our sport;

And, so to study, three years is but short.

Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard. Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.

Biron. This is he.

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you


Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching


King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!

Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

(2) Games, sports.

(5) Lively, sprightly.

(6) Called. (7) i. e. third-borough, a peace-officer.

Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

with the manner.1

Biron. In what manner?

Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for the manner, it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman: for the form,-in some form.

Biron. For the following, sir?

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and
God defend the right!

King. Will you hear this letter with attention?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

King. So it is,


Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

King. Did you hear the proclamation? Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken with a damosel.


King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was

King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was

Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, taken with a maid. in telling true, but so, so. King. Peace.

Cost. be to me, and every man that dares not fight!

King. No words.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.
King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You
shall fast a week with bran and water.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King And Don Armado shall be your keeper.—
My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.-
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain.
Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
-Sirrah, come on.

Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy healthgiving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when. Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and true girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of most preposterous event, that draweth from my prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: but to the place, where,-It standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,

Cost. Me.

King. that unletter'd small-knowing soul,

Cost. Me.

King. that shallow vassal,

Cost. Still me.

King. which, as I remember, hight Coslard,

Cost. O me!

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King. with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.

Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull.

King. For Jaquenetta (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid (1) In the fact. (2) A young man.

Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I


SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Arma-
do's house. Enter Armado and Moth.
Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great
spirit grows melancholy?

Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ??

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal? Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. Arm. Pretty, and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my
saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.

Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt?
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master?
Arm. In thy condign praise.

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What? that an ecl is ingenious?

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