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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. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion, Dum. O most divine Kate!
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: Biron. [Aside.] O most profane coxcomb !
Ay me! says one; 0 Jove! the other cries; Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Biron. [Aside.] By earth, she is most corporal; there You would for paradise break faith and troth;
[TO LONG. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber quoted. And Jove for your love would infringe an oath. Biron. [Aside.] An amber-colour'd raven was well
(To DUMAINE. noted.
What will Biron say, when that he shall hear Dum. As upright as the cedar.
Faith infringed, with such zeal did swear ? Biron.
[ Aside.] Stoops?, I say: How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit ! Her shoulder is with child.
How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it!
For all the wealth that ever I did see,
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.Dum. O, that I had my wish !
[Coming down from the tree. [ Aside.) And I had mine! Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me. King. [Aside.] And I mine too, good lord !
Good heart! what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron. [Aside. Amen, so I had mine. Is not that These worms for loving, that art most in love? a good word ?
Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears Dun. I would forget her; but a fever she
There is no certain princess that appears : Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
You'll not be perjur'd, 't is a hateful thing: Biron. [Aside.] A fever in your blood ? why, then Tush! none but minstrels like of sonneting. incision
But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not, Would let her out in saucers : sweet misprision ! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. You found his mote; the king your mote did see; Biron. [Aside.] Once more I'll mark how love can But I a beam do find in each of three. vary wit.
0! what a scene of foolery have I seen, Dum. On a day, alack the day!
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 :
And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?
And where my liege's ? all about the breast :-
A caudle, ho !
Too bitter is thy jest.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you:
I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
To break the vow I am engaged in;
With men, like men of strange inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ?
Or groan for love ? or spend a minute's time
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
A leg, a limb ?
[Going." Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Soft! Whither away so fast ? For none offend, where all alike do dote.
A true man, or a thief, that gallops so Long. [Advancing.] Dumaine, thy love is far from Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. charity,
Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. That in love's grief desir’st society:
Jaq. God bless the king ! You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
What, peasants, hast thou there? To be o’erheard, and taken napping so.
Cost. Some certain treason. King. [Advancing.] Come, sir, blush you : as his King.
What makes treason here? your case is such;
Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. You chide at him, offending twice as much :
If it mar nothing neither, You do not love Maria; Longaville
The treason and you go in peace away together. Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read: Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
Our parson misdoubts it; 't was treason, he said. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
King. Biron, read it over. [Biron reads the letter. I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Where hadst thou it?
3 This word is not in f. e.
4 fasting: in f e.
5 A kind of top. 6 Tieck, suggests such.
7 Not in
1 not: in f. e. 2 Stoop: in f. e. f. e. 8 present : in f. e.
Jag. Of Costard.
The hue of dungeons, and the shade of night; King. Where hadst thou it?
And beauty's best becomes the heavens well. Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of King: How now! what is in you ? why dost thou light. tear it?
0! if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, not fear it?
[Tearing it. Should ravish doters with a false aspect; Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore And therefore is she born to make black fair. let's hear it.
Her favour turns the fashion of these days; Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
For native blood is counted painting now,
[Picking up the pieces. And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead ! [To COSTARD.] Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. you were born to do me shame.
Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.
Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright. King. What
King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Biron. That you three fools lack'd me, fool, to make Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. up the mess.
Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, He, he, and you, and you my liege, and I,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
King. 'T were good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you 0! dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
plain, Dum. Now the number is even.
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Biron.
True, true; we are four.- Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. Will these turtles be gone ?
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. King.
Hence, sirs; away! Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face
stay. Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O! let us embrace. Biron. O! if the streets were paved with thine eyes, As true we are, as flesh and blood can be :
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Dum. O vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies Young blood doth yet obey an old decree :
The street should see, as she walk'd over head. We cannot cross the cause why we were born;
King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn.
Biron. O! nothing so sure; and thereby all forKing. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine ?
King. Then leave this chat: and, good Biron, now Biron. Did they ? quoth you. Who sees the hea
prove venly Rosaline,
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. That, like a rude and savage man of Inde,
Dum. Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Long. O! some authority how to proceed; Bows not his vassal head; and, stricken blind, Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? Dum. Some salve for perjury. What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye
O! it is more than need. Dares look upon the heaven of her brow.
Have at you, then, affection's men at arms.--That is not blinded by her majesty ?
Consider, what you first did swear unto;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,
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Say, can you fast ? your stomachs are too young, Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron. And abstinence engenders maladies.
0! but for my love, day would turn to night. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty
In that each of you hath forsworn his book, Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? Where several worthies make one dignity,
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. Have found the ground of study's excellence, Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
Without the beauty of a woman's face? Fie, painted rhetoric! O! she needs it not: From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs;
They are the ground, the books, the Academes, 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,
Why, universal plodding prisons up Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:
The nimble spirits in the arteries, Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
As motion, and long-during action, tires And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy.
The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. You have in that forsworn the use of eyes,
And study, too, the causer of your vow;
For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such learning' as a woman's eye ?
And where we are, our learning likewise is :
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, Do we not likewise see our learning there?
3 From quodlibets. 4 beauty : in f. e. 3 Between this and the next line, f. e. insert: With ourselves.
1 Not in f. e.
2 scowl: in f. e.
O! we have made a vow to study, lords,
Else none at all in aught proves excellent.
King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field !
Long. Now to plain-dealing : lay these glozes by.
King. And win them too: therefore, let us devise
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
And justice always whirls in equal measure : Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.--Another part of the Same.
nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abhominable,
(which he would call abominable,) it insinuateth one of Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. insania”: ne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic, Hol. Satis quod sufficit.
Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo. Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons at Hol. Bone? bone, for bene: Priscian a little dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant scratch'd ; 't will serve. without scurrility, witty without affection”, audacious Enter ARMADO, Moth, and COSTARD. without impudency, learned without opinion, and Nath. Videsne quis venit ? strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam Hol. Video, et gaudeo. day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, Arm. Chirrah!
[To Мотн. nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
Hol. Quare Chirrah, not sirrah ? Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te : his humour is lofty, Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye am- Hol. Most military sir, salutation. bitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical'. He is too picked, and stolen the scraps. too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too pere- Cost. O! they have lived long on the alms-basket grinate, as I may call it.
of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.
for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as [Draws out his table-book. honorificabilitudinitatibusé : thou art easier swallowed Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity than å flap-dragon”. finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Moth. Peace! the peal begins. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise* -Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he What is a, b, spelt backward with the horn on his should pronounce, debt-d, e, bi t, not d, e, t: he head. clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
1 humility : in f. e. 2 Affectation. 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 Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd. 1 A hit in fencing. 2 charge-house : in f. e.
Moth. Ba! most silly sheep, with a horn. - You Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to hear his learning.
present them ? Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?
Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant genMoth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat tleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, (because of his them; or the fifth, if I.
great limb or joint,) shall pass for Pompey the great; Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.
the page, Hercules. Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; 0, u. Arm. Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough
Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterranean, for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end a sweet touch, a quick venewl of wit ! snip, snap, quick of his club. and home: it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit !
Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present HerMoth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is cules in minority; his enter and exit shall be strangling wit-old.
a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose. Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ?
Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the auMoth. Horns.
dience hiss, you may cry, “Well done, Hercules ! now Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. thou crushest the snake !" that is the way to make an
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it. whip about your infamy circùm circà. A gig of a Arm. For the rest of the Worthies ?cuckold's horn!
Hol. I will play three myself. Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman. shouldst have it to buy gingerbread : hold, there is Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ? the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half- Hol. We attend. penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O! Arm. We will have, if this fadge3 not, an antick an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my I beseech you, to follow. bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me. Hol. Via !--Goodman Dull, thou hast spoken no Go to; thou hast ii ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as word all this while. they say.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. Hol. O! I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
Arm. Arts-man, præambula : we will be singled from Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the large play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance houseon the top of the mountain ?
the hay. Hol. Or mons, ihe hill.
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull. To our sport, away! Arm. At your sweet pleasure for the mountain.
[Exeunt. Hol. I do, sans question.
SCENE II.-Another part of the Same. Before Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and
the Princess's Pavilion. affection, tó congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and call the afternoon.
MARIA, with presents. Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon : If fairings come thus plentifully in : the word is well cull’d, chose; sweet and apt, I do A lady wall'd about with diamonds ! assure you, sir; I do assure.
Look you, what I have from the loving king. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that ? familiar, I do assure you, my very good friend.–For Prin. Nothing but this? yes; as much love in rhyme, what is inward between us, let it pass. I do beseech As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper, thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech thee, apparel Writ on both sides the leaf, margin and all, thy head :-and among other important and most serious That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. designs,--and of great import indeed, too.—but let that Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax;5 pass :--for I must tell thee, it will please his grace (by For he hath been five thousand years a boy. the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. and with his royal finger, thus dally with my excre
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him: a' kill'd your ment, with my mustachio: but, sweet heart, let that
sister. pass. By the world, I recount no fable: some certain Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to And so she died : had she been light, like you, Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, world; but let that pass.—The very all of all is,—but, She might a' been a grandam ere she died; sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,--that the king would And so may you, for a light heart lives long. have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, light word? or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate and Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and sudden Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted Kath. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; you withal, to the end to crave your assistance. Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Wor- Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i’ the dark. thies.--Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertain- Kath. So do not you, for you are a light wench. ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light. to be rendered by our assistance, the king's command, Kath. You weigh me not ?_0! that's you care not and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman, - before the princess, I say, none so fit as to Ros. Great reason; for, past cure is still past care, present the nine Worthies.
6 A term of endearment.
3 Fit, agree.
4 These two words not in f. e.
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
When, lo! to interrupt my purpos’d rest, Who sent it? and what is it?
Toward that shade I might behold addrest Ros.
I would you knew : The king and his companions: warily An if my face were but as fair as yours,
I stole into a neighbour thicket by, My favour were as great: be witness this.
And overheard what you shall overhear;
That by and by disguis'd they will be here.
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage :
Action, and accent, did they teach him there; 0! he hath drawn my picture in his letter.
“ Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear :"> Prin. Any thing like?
And ever and anon they made a doubt Ros. Much, in the letters, nothing in the praise. Presence majestical would put him out
; Prin. Beauteous as ink : a good conclusion.
For," quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; Kath. Fair as a text R' in a copy-book.
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.” Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die your The boy replied, "An angel is not evil; debtor
I should have feared her, had she been a devil.” My red dominical, my golden letter :
With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the shoulder, O, that your face were not so full of O's!
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Prin. A pox of that jest ! and I beshrew all shrows! One rubb’d his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Du- A better speech was never spoke before : maine ?
Another, with his finger and his thumb, Kath. Madam, this glove.
Cry'd “ Via! we will dort, come what will come :"> Prin.
Did he not send you twain? The third he caper'd, and cried, "All goes well :"> Kath. Yes, madam; and, moreover,
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
With that, they all did tumble on the ground, A huge translation of hypocrisy,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart, Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,The chain were longer and the letter short?
Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess, Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance; Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. And every one his love-suit? will advance
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. Unto his several mistress; which they'll know That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
By favours several which they did bestow. 0! that I knew he were but in by the week !?
Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be task'd ;
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Hold Rosaline; this favour thou shalt wear,
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch’d, And change you favours, too; so shall your loves As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school,
Kos. Come on then : wear the favours most in sight. And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
Kath. But in this changing what is your intent? Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
They do it but in mockery, merriment; Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, And mock for mock is only my intent. As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Their several counsels they unbosom shall Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; Prin. Thy news, Boyet?
But, while 't is spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare ! Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's Arm, wenches, arm! encountererst mounted are
heart, Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis'd, And quite divorce his memory from his part. Armed in arguments: you'll be surpris d.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, Muster your wits; stand in your own defence, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown;
Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are they, To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own : That charge the breach against us ? say, scout, say. So shall we stay, mocking intended game;
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour,
[Trumpets sound within.
4 encounters : in f. e.
1 B: in f. e. 2 For a certainty. 3 portent-like. in f. e. feat. 8 So the quarto ; the folio : your.
5 their breath: in f. e
6 solemn : in f. e.