Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. Hel. Most military sir, salutation. Math. They have been at the great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. [To Costard aside. Cert. O, they have liv'd long in the alms-basket of words! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honwrificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. Math. Peace; the peal begins. Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.] are you not letter'd? Math. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book :What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his head? Hel. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Meth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn:-You hear his learning. Hel. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Math. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. Hel. I will repeat them, a, e, i. Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; o, u. Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit. Meth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit-old. Hel. What is the figure? what is the figure? sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,-that the king would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antick or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate, and your sweet self, are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assistance. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine wor thies. Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be render'd by our assistance,—the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, none so fit as to present the nine worthies. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great: the page, Hercules. Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club. Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose. Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the audience hiss, you may cry well done, Hercules! now Hel. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy thou crushest the snake that is the way to make an gig. Math. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa; A gig of a cuckold's horn! Cast. An I had but one penny in the world, thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say. Hel. O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? Hel. Or, mons, the hill. Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the rude multitude call, the afternoon. Hel. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon : the word is well cull'd, chose; sweet and apt, I do are you, sir, I do assure. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :-For what is inward between us, let it pass :-I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy; I beseech thee, apparel thy head; and among other importunate and most seriGas designs, and of great import indeed, too ;-but let that pass-for I must tell thee, it will please his grace by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shouldet; and with his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement, with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that pas. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain pecial honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of all is,-but, offence gracious: though few have the grace to do it. Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antick. I beseech you, follow. Hol. Via, good man Dull! thou hast spoken no word all this while. Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. Dull. I'll make one in a dance or so; or I will play on SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Before the Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, A lady wall'd about with diamonds !→ Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. your sister. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. Kath. You weigh me not,-0 that's, you care not for me. Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But Rosaline, you have a favour too : Who sent it? and what is it? Res. I would, you knew: O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! Ros, Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your debtor, My red dominical, my golden letter. O, that your face were not so full of O's! Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Did he not send you twain? Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; The letter is too long by half a mile. Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short? Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. O, that I knew he were but in by the week! Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, As gravity's revolt to wantonness. Mar. Folly in fools hears not so strong a note, Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boye Prepare, nadam, prepare !— Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour: And overheard what you shall overhear ; I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. Prin. And will they so? the gallant shall be task'd: Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight. Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent? Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs: They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace ; But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart. And quite divorce his memory from his part. If they do speak our language, 'tis our will Bayet. What would you with the princess? Bay. They say, that they have mensur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Beyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd miles, Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. How many weary steps, That we may do it still without accompt. That we, like savages, may worship it. Bor. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine (Those clouds remov'd) upon our wat'ry eyne. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Kong. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change: We'll not be nice: take hands ;-we will not dance. King. Why take we hands then? Ros. Only to part friends :— Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. King. More measure of this measure; be not nice. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your company? Res. Your absence only. King. That can never be. Ros. Then cannot we be bought and so adieu; Twice to your visor, and half once to you! King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Ros. In private then. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense: so sensible Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Ros. Welbliking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat. Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout! Kath. Yes, in good faith. Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. In their own shapes; for it can never be, Boyet. Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, Command me any service to her thither? [Exit. Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet; Rosaline, Ma- Biron. See where it comes!-Behaviour, what wert To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. VOW: Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Prin. How blow? how blow? speak to be under- Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure stood. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis’d, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville and Dumain, in As the unsullied lily, I protest, A world of torments though I should endure, King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the prin- I dare not call them fools; but this I think, Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. four wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, I cannot give you less. Per. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Biren. Where? when? what visor? why demand you this? Rss. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. We are descried: they'll mock us now downright. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your highness sad? Res. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale ? Seasick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Beron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury. Can any face of brass hold longer out?— Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Cat me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thee never more to dance, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend; Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do forswear them: and I here protest, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us. Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Some fair exeuse. Prin. Peace, peace, forbear: Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-sight; and did value me Above this world: adding thereto, moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath. Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this, but take it, sir, again. King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :What; will you have me, or your pearl again? Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) To dash it, like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, -That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,Told our intents before: which once disclos'd, The ladies did change favours; and then we, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn; in will, and error. Much upon this it is:-And might not you [To Boyet. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, Wounds like a leaden sword. |