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that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before reason, we must stay the time.

Thishe comes back and finds her lover? Lys. Proceed, moon.

The. She will find him by star-light.—Here she Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that comes; and her passion ends the play. the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this

Enter THISBE. thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe.

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py.

ramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Enter ThisBE.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet This. “This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my

eyes. love?”

Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.Lion. “Oh.-"

This. “ Asleep, my love? [The Lion roars.-THISBE runs off.

“What, dead, my dove ? Dem. Well roared, lion.

“O Pyramus, arise, The. Well run, Thisbe.

“Speak, speak. Quite dumb?

“Dead, dead ? A tomb Hip. Well shone, moon-Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

“ Must cover thy sweet eyes. The. Well moused, lion.

“ These lily brows,

“ This cherry nose, [The Lion tears ThisBe’s mantle, and exit. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

“ These yellow cowslip cheeks,

“ Are gone, are gone : Lys. And so the lion vanish’d.

Lovers, make moan!
Enter PYRAMUS.

“His eyes were green as leeks.

“O sisters three, Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny

“Come, come, to me, beams; “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright;

“ With hands as pale as milk;

“Lay them in gore, *For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, “I trust to taste of truest Thisbe's sight.

“Since you have shore “But stay ;-Ospite !

“ With shears his thread of silk. “ But mark ;-Poor knight,

“ Tongue, not a word : “ What dreadful dole is here?

“ Come, trusty sword; “ Eyes, do you see?

“Come, blade, my breast imbrue : “ How can it be?

“ And farewell, friends ;

“ Thus Thisbe ends : “O dainty duck! O dear! “ Thy mantle good,

Adieu, adieu, adieu.”

[Dres. " What, stain'd with blood ?

The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. “ Approach, ye furies fell !

Dem. Ay, and wall too. « O fates! come, come;

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that “Cut thread and thrum ;

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the " Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!”.

epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, two of our company? would go near to make a man look sad.

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. frame?

Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and “ Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear:

hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have " Which is no, no—which was the fairest dame, been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very “ That liv’d, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look’å notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: “ with cheer."

let your epilogue alone. Come, tears, confound;

[Here a dance of Clowns. “ Out, sword, and wound

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :“The pap of Pyramus:

Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. “Ay, that left pap;

I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, “ Where heart doth hop :

As much as we this night have overwatch'd u Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

This palpable gross play hath well beguild “Now am I dead,

The heavy gait of night.—Sweet friends, to bed.“Now am I fled,

A fortnight hold we this solemnity, “My soul is in the sky:

In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt “ Tongue, loose thy light!

SCENE II. “Moon, take thy flight ! “Now die, die, die, die, die."

Enter Puck. [Dies.-Exit Moonshine. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. And the wolf behowls the moon;

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, is nothing.

All with weary task fordone.' The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Now the wasted brands do glow, recover, and prove an ass.

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud Coarse yarn. • Countenance.

• Overcome.

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LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

FERDINAND, King of Navarre.

Moth, Page to Armado.
BIRON,

A Forester.
LONGAVILLE, Lords, attending on the King.
DUMAIN,

PRINCESS OF FRANCE,
ВоYET, , Lords, attending on the Princess Rosaline,
MERCADE,
of France.

MARIA, Ladies, attending on the Princess
Don ADRIANO DE Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Katharine,
Sir NATAANIEL, a Curate.

JAQUENETTA, a Country Girl.
HOLOFENNES, a Schoolmaster.
DULL, a Constable.

Officers and others, attendants on the King na Co ARD, a Clown.

Princess.
SCENE, Navarre.

ACT I.
SCENE I.-Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. That is, To live and study here three years
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. As, not to see a woman in that term;

But there are other strict observances :
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :
Live register'd upon our brazen tombe,

And, one day in a week to touch no food. And then grace us in the disgrace of death; And but one meal on every day beside ; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The which, I hope, is not enrolled there; The endeavor of this present breath may buy And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And not be seen to wink of all the day; And make us heirs of all eternity.

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, Therefore, brave conquerors for so you are, And make a dark night too of half the day ;) That war against your own affections,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there: And the huge army of the world's desires, O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force : Not to see ladjos, study, fast, not sleep. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;

King. Your oath is pass’d to pass away from these. Our court shall be a little Academe,

Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please ? Still and contemplative in living art.

I only swore, to study with your grace, You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, And stay here in your.court for three years' space. Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest. My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.That are recorded in this schedule here:

What is the end of study ? let me know. Your paths are past, and now subscribe your names; King. Why that to know, which else we skuld That his own hand may strike his honor down,

not know. That violates the smallest branch herein :

Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from If you are arm’d to do, as sworn to do,

common sense ? Subscribe to your deep oath and keep it too. King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.

Long. I am resolv'd : 'tis but a three years' fast; Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so,
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: To know the thing I am forbid to know:
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits As thus—To study where I well may dine,
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. When I to feast expressly am forbid;

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,
The grosser manner of these world's delights When mistresses from common sense are hid:
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath.
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I'pine and die ; Study to break it, and not break my troth.
With all these living in philosophy.

If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
Birun. I can but say their protestation over, Study knows that, which yet it doth know
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,

Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

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King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, | This article, my liege, yourself must break; And train our intellects to vain delight. [vain, For, well you know, here comes in embassy

Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most The French king's daughter, with yourself to Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain :

speak,As, painfully to pore upon a book,

A maid of grace, and complete majesty,To seek the light of truth; while truth the while About surrender-up of Aquitain Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : Therefore this article is made in vain, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.. Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite Study me how to please the eye indeed,

Biron. So study evermore is overshot; [forgot. By fixing it upon a fairer eye ;

While it doth study to have what it would, Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, It doth forget to do the thing it should:

And give him light that was it blinded by. And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

"Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lost. That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks ; King. We must of force, dispense with this decree; Small have continual plodders ever won, She must lie here on mere necessity. Save base authority from others' books.

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, Three thousand times within this three years' space: That give a name to every fixed star,

For every man with his affects is born; Have no more profit of their shining nights, Not by might master'd, bit by special grace:

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. If I break faith, this word snail speak for me,
Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; I am forsworn on mere r«cessity.--
And every godfather can give a name. [ing! So to the laws at large I write my name : [Subscribes

King. How well he's read, to reason against read- And he, that breaks them in the least degree,
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! Stands in attainder of eternal shame :
Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow Suggestions' are to others, as to me;
the weeding.

[a breeding. But, I believe, although I seem so loath, Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are I am the last that will keep last his oath. Dum. How follows that?

But is there no quick recreation granted ? Biron.

Fit in his place and time. King. Ay, that there is : our court, you know, is Dum. In reason nothing.

With a refined traveller of Spain; Thaunted Biron.

Something then in rhyme. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping' frost, That hath ? mint of phrases in his brain : That bites the first-born infants of the spring. One, whom the mic of his own vain tongue

Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud sum-Doth ravish, line enchanting harmony; Before the birds have any cause to sing? [mer boast. A man of compliments, whom right and wrong Why should I joy in an abortive birth ?

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: At Christmas I no more desire a rose

This child of fancy, that Armado hight, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; For interim to our studies, shall relate, But like of each thing, that in season grows. In high-born words, the worth of many a knight So you, to study now it is too late,

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. Climb o'er the house t' unlock the little gate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I ;

King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu! But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay And I will use him for my minstrelsy. with you:

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.

Than for that angel knowledge you can say, Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore, And, so to study, three years is but short. [sport:

And bide the penance of each three years' day. Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard. Give me the paper, let me read the same; And to the strict decrees I'll write my name.

Dull. Which is the duke's own person? King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st?

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I shame!

am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.

own person in flesh and blood.

Biron. This is he.
And hath this been proclaim'd?
Long.

Four days ago.

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.-Biron. Let's see the penalty.

There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you more [Reads.]-On pain of losing her tongue.

Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touchWho devis'd this?

ing me. Long. Marry, that did I.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armado.

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in Biron. Sweet lord, and why?

[nalty. God for high words. Long. To fright them hence with that dread peBiron. A dangerous law against gentility.

Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with

us patience!

Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court rately; or to forbear both.

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh mode can possibly devise.

9 Reside. 3 Temptations. Called. Nipping.

Si.e. Third-borough, a peace officer.

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