More sacks to the mill! O heavens! I have my wish: | And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Dumaine transform'd? four woodcocks in a dish. Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. [Aside.] O most profane coxcomb! I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion, [TO LONG. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber quoted. | And Jove for your love would infringe an oath. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Her shoulder is with child. [TO DUMAINE. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear Faith infringed, with such zeal did swear? [Aside.] Stoops, I say: How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it! For all the wealth that ever I did see, As fair as day. Biron. [Aside.] Ay, as some days; but then no sun I would not have him know so much by me. must shine. Dum. O, that I had my wish! Long. [Aside.] And I had mine! King. [Aside.] And I mine too, good lord! Biron. [Aside] Amen, so I had mine. Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! Dum. On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month is ever May, Thou for whom great3 Jove would swear 4 This will I send, and something else more plain, Long. [Advancing.] Dumaine, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. [Advancing.] Come, sir, blush you as his your case is such You chide at him, offending twice as much : His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush, Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.[Coming down from the tree. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me. Good heart! what grace hast thou, thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears There is no certain princess that appears: You'll not be perjur'd, 't is a hateful thing: Tush! none but minstrels like of sonneting. But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? You found his mote; the king your mote did see; But I a beam do find in each of three. O! what a scene of foolery have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! O me! with what strict patience have I sat, To see a king transformed to a gnat! To see great Hercules whipping a gig," And profound Solomon to tune a jig, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! Where lies thy grief? O tell me, good Dumaine : King. Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you: I am betray'd, by keeping company With men, like men of strange inconstancy. [Going." Soft! Whither away so fast? A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. 1 not in f. e. 2 Stoop in f. e. 3 This word is not in f. e. 4 fasting in fe. 5 A kind of top. f. e. 9 present in f. e. 8 Jaq. Of Costard. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it? [Tearing it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picking up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! [TO COSTARD.] you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess. Biron. That you three fools lack'd me, fool, to make up the mess. He, he, and you, and you my liege, and I, True, true; we are four. Will these turtles be gone? Young blood doth yet obey an old decree: King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? Biron. Did they? quoth you. Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, stricken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow. That is not blinded by her majesty? The hue of dungeons, and the shade of night; And beauty's best becomes the heavens well. Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O! if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Should ravish doters with a false aspect; And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of these days; For native blood is counted painting now, And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, For fear their colours should be wash'd away. King. 'T were good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain. I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. O! 't is more than need.- King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? To fast,-to study, and to see no woman: My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon, She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron. O! but for my love, day would turn to night. Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, Fie, painted rhetoric! O! she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. O! 't is the sun, that maketh all things shine! King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! A wife of such wood were felicity. O! who can give an oath? where is a book? That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, If that she learn not of her eye to look: No face is fair, that is not full so black. King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, 1 Not in f. e. 2 scowl in f. e. 3 From quodlibets. 4 beauty Why, universal plodding prisons up 4 in f. e. 3 Between this and the next line, f. e. insert: With ourselves. O! we have made a vow to study, lords, Else none at all in aught proves excellent. And who can sever love from charity? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords! Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Long. Now to plain-dealing. lay these glozes by. Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? King. And win them too: therefore, let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them thither; Then, homeward, every man attach the hand We will with some strange pastime solace them, corn; And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Another part of the Same. Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. Hol. Satis quod sufficit. Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection2, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical". He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. [TO MOTH. Hol. Quare Chirrah, not sirrah? Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Cost. O they have lived long on 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 honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon'. Moth. Peace! the peal begins. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. [Draws out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise⭑ companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce, debt-d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. 1 humility in f. e. 2 Affectation. Arm. Monsieur, [To HoL.] are you not letter'd? Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book.What is a, b, spelt backward with the horn on his head. 3 On the style of Terence's Thraso. 4 Nice to excess. 6 Taylor, the Water Poet, says Knight, used this word with still another syllable, honorificica, &c. of liquor, which it was a feat for a toper to swallow ignited. 5 It insinateth one of insanie: in f. e. 7 A small substance, floating on a glass Moth. Ba! most silly sheep, with a horn. - You hear his learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gen Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat tleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, (because of his them; or the fifth, if I. Hol. 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 Mediterranean, a sweet touch, a quick venew1 of wit! snip, snap, quick and home it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit! Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit-old. Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? : Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circùm circà. A gig of a cuckold's horn! Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst 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. Hol. 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 large house2 on the top of the mountain ? Hol. 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. Hol. 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 assure you, sir; I do assure. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, I do assure you, my 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 important and most serious 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 shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio: but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable: some certain special 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, 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 Worthies.-Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered 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. great limb or joint,) shall pass for 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 thou crushest the snake !" that is the way to make an offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it. Arm. For the rest of the Worthies ?Hol. I will play three myself. Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman. Arm. Shall I tell you a thing? Hol. We attend. Arm. We will have, if this fadge3 not, an antick I beseech you, to follow. Hol. Via!-Goodman Dull, thou hast spoken no word all this while. Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. Hol. Allons! we will employ thee. Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull. To our sport, away! [Exeunt. and SCENE II.-Another part of the Same. Before the Princess's Pavilion. Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, MARIA, with presents.* Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, If fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady wall'd about with diamonds !Look you, what I have from the loving king. Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Prin. Nothing but this? yes; as much love in rhyme, As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Writ on both sides the leaf, margin and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax;5 For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him: a' kill'd your sister. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; And so she died: had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might a' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you, for a light heart lives long. Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. for me. Ros. Great reason; for, past cure is still past care. 4 These two words not in f. e. 5 Grow. 6 A term of endearment. But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Ros. The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Ros. Much, in the letters, nothing in the praise. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest, That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your The boy replied, "An angel is not evil; My red dominical, my golden letter: O, that your face were not so full of O's! I should have feared her, had she been a devil.” Prin. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows! But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumaine? Kath. Madam, this glove. Kath. Yes, madam; and, moreover, A huge translation of hypocrisy, The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Mar. This, and these pearls to me sent Longaville: To check their folly, passion's sudden tears. Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart, O! that I knew he were but in by the week!" Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Enter BOYET. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Prin. Thy news, Boyet? 5 I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour, Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd ; Ros. Come on then: wear the favours most in sight. Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to 't? And quite divorce his memory from his part. Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, 1 B: in f. e. 2 For a certainty. 3 portent-like in f. e. 4 encounters in f. e. 5 their breath: in f. e feat. 8 So the quarto; the folio: your. 6 solemn in f. e. 7 Love |