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“ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, This. “ My love, thou art my love, I think."

“ Presenteth moon-shine : for, if you will know, Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; “ By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn “ And like Limander am I trusty still."

“ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." " This grisly beast, which by name lion hight 9, Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.” “ The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." “ Did scare away, or rather did affright :

Pyr.“O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall." “ And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;

T'his. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : Pyr. “ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,

straightway?" “ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : This. “ Tide life, tide death, I come without delay." “ Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so;"

“ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And, being done, thus wall away doth go.' “ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,

Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS, and Thisbe. “ His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, The. Now is the mural down between the two “ Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, neighbours. “ At large discourse, while here they do remain.” Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so [Exeunt Prol. Pyr. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. wilful to hear without warning. The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard, Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when The. The best in this kind are but shadows; and many asses do.

the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Wall. “ In this same interlude, it doth befall, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not “ That I, one Snout by name, present a wall : theirs. " And such a wall, as I would have you think, The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they “ That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,

of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. “ Did whisper often very secretly. “ This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth

Enter Lion and Moonshine. show

Lion.“ You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear “ That I am that same wall; the truth is so :

“ The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on “ And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

floor, “ Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." “ May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak “ When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. better?

“ Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard “ A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam : discourse, my lord.

“ For if I should as lion come in strife The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! “ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” Enter PYRAMUS.

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

Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I Pyr. “ O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black !

Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. “ O night, which ever art, when day is not !

The. True; and a goose for his discretion. « O night, О night, alack, alack, alack,

Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot “ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!

carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the

goose. “ And thou, O wall, o sweet, O lovely wall,

The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his “ That stand'st between her father's ground and valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is mine!

well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to “ Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,

the moon. “ Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine

Moon. « This lantern doth the horned moon eyne.

(Wall holds up his fingers. “ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for

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

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible “ But what see I ? No Thisby do I see.

within the circumference. " () wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon present; “ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should

The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the curse again.

man should be put into the lantern: How is it else Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving the man i'the moon ? me, is Thishy's cue: she is to enter now, and I am

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will for, you see, it is already in snuff." fall pat as I told you :- - Yonder she comes.

Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he Enter Thisbe.

would change! This.O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,

The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, “ For parting my fair Pyramus and me:

that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;

reason, we must stay the time. “ Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.”

Lys. Proceed, moon.

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that Pyr. “ I see a voice : now will I to the chink, “ To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.

the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon ; this • Thisby!”

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Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pythey are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe. ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet Enter THISBE.

eyes. This. “ This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. love?"

This. “ Asleep, my love ? Lion. « Oh.

“ What, dead, my dove ? (The Lion roars.

- THISBE runs off “ O Pyramus, arise, Dem. Well roared, lion.

“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb? The. Well run, Thisbe.

" Dead, dead? A tomb Hip. Well shone, moon. - Truly, the moon “ Must cover thy sweet eyes. shines with a good grace,

“ These lily brows, The. Well moused, lion.

“ This cherry nose, {The Lion tears Tuisbe's mantle, and exit. “ These yellow cowslip cheeks, Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

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

“ Lovers, make moan !

“ His eyes were green as leeks. Enter PYRAMUS.

« O sisters three, Pyr. “ Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny « Come, come, to me, beams;

“ With hands as pale as milk; “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright; “ Lay them in gore, “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

“ Since you have shore “ I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

“ With shears his thread of silk. O spite!

Tongue, not a word: “ But mark; - Poor knight,

“ Come, trusty sword; “ What dreadful dole is here ?

“ Come, blade, my breast imbrue: “ Eyes, do you see?

“ And farewell, friends; “ How can it be?

“ Thus Thisbe ends: “ O dainty duck! O dear!

“ Adieu, adieu, adieu."

(Dies.

. “ Thy mantle good,

The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. “ What, stain'd with blood ?

Dem. Ay, and wall too. « Approach, ye furies fell !

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that “ O fates! come, come ;

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the « Cut thread and thrum ;

epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between « Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!”

two of our company ? The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play would go near to make a man look sad.

needs no excuse.

Never excuse ; for when the Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Pyr. “O,wherefore, nature, didst thou lions 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 likod, that look'd with notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: “ cheer.s

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. “ 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!

“ Moon, take thy fight! “ Now die, die, die, die, die."

SCENE II.
[Dies. Exit Moonshine.

Enter Puck.
Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for heis but one.
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, is nothing.

And the wolf behowls the moon; The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, recover, and prove an ass.

All with weary task fordone, 4 Hip. "How chance moonshine is gone, before

Now the wasted brands do glow, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ?

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, The. She will find him by star-light. --Here she

Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, comes ; and her passion ends the play.

In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night,
Enter THISBE.

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, Every one lets forth his sprite,
for such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief.

In the church-way paths to glide :

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And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house :
I am sent, with broom, before,

To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy fire :
Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;
And his ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote :
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.

SONG, AND DANCE.
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious ), such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait 6;
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.

(Ereunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. 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 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.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit. 5 Portentous.

6 Way.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

FERDINAND, King of Navarre.

Moth, Page to Armado.
Birox,

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

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

MARIA,

Ladies attending on the Princoss.
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniard. KATHARINE,
SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.

JAQUENETTA, a Country Girl.
HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.
Dull, a Constable.

Officers and others, attendants on the King and COSTARD, a Clown.

Princess.
SCENE, Navarre.

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ACT 1.

SCENE I.-Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in il., The grosser manner of these world's delights

He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and DumaiN. To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ;

King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, With all these living in philosophy. Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Biron. I can but say their protestation over, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, When, spite of cormorant devouring time,

That is, To live and study here three years. The endeavour of this present breath may buy

But there are other strict observances : That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen As, not to see a woman in that term; edge,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : And make us heirs of all eternity.

And, one day in a week to touch no food ; Therefore, brave conquerors :- for so you are,

And but one meal on every day beside; That war against your own affections,

The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : And the huge army of the world's desires, - And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force : And not be seen to wink of all the day; Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ;

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, Our court shall be a little Academe,

And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Still and contemplative in living art.

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, 0, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. That are recorded in this schedule here:

Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please? Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; I only swore, to study with your grace, That his own hand may strike his honour down, And stay here in your court for three years' space. That violates the smallest branch herein:

Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. What is the end of sudy? let me know.

Long. I am resolv'd : 'tis but a three years' fast; king. Why, that to know, which else we should The mind shall banquet, though the body pine :

not know. Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.

common sense? Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified ; King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.

Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, Biron. [Reads. ] Item, That no woman shall come To know the thing I am forbid to know :

within a mile of my court. As thus - To study wliere I well may dine,

And hath this been proclaim'd ? When I to feast expressly am forbid;

Long

Four days ago Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,

Biron. Let s see the penalty.
When mistresses from common sense are hid : [Reads.] - On pain of losing her tongue.
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,

Who devis'd this? Study to break it, and not break my troth.

Long. Marry, that did I. If study's gain be thus, and this be so,

Biron. Sweet lord, and why? Study knows that, which yet it doth not know : Long. To fright them hence with that dread peSwear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

nalty. King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. And train our intellects to vain delight.

[Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most woman within the term of three years, he shall endure vain,

such publick shame as the rest of the court can possibly Which, with pain purchas’d, doth inherit pain : devise As, painfully to pore upon a book,

This article, my liege, yourself must break;
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while For, well you know, here comes in embassy
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: A maid of grace, and complete majesty, —
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, About surrender-up of Aquitain
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father :
Study me how to please the eye indeed,

Therefore this article is made in vain,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite And give him light that was it blinded by.

forgot. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

Biron. So study evermore is overshoot ; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; While it doth study to have what it would, Small have continual plodders ever won,

It doth forget to do the thing it should : Save base authority from others' books.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. That give a name to every fixed star,

King. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; Have no more profit of their shining nights, She must be here on mere necessity.

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Biron. If I break faith, this word shall speak for Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame;

me, And every godfather can give a name.

I am forsworn on mere necessity. King. How well he's read, to reason against So to the laws at large I write my name : reading!

[Subscribes. Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow Stands in attainder of perpetual shame : the weeding.

Suggestions are to others, as to me; Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are But, I believe, although I seem so loth, a breeding.

I am the last that will last keep 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.

haunted Biron. Something then in rhyme.

With a refined traveller of Spain; Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping' frost, A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That bites the first-born infants of the spring.

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud One, whom the musick of his own vain tongue summer boast,

Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Before the birds have any cause to sing ?

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 hights, 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, Biron; 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.

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 oun Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

sport; And bide the penance of each three years' day. And, so to study, three years is but short. Give me the paper, let me read the same;

King. Then go we, lords, to put in practice that And to the strict'st decrees l’ll write my name. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. king. How well this yielding rescues thee from [Exeunt King, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain. shame! Nipping.

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