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SCENE I. – A Pavilion in the Park.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend

of mine : Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, KATHARINE, Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve ; Boyer, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

Break up this capon. Prin. Was that the king, that spurred his horse Boyet.

I am bound to serve. —

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

It is writ to Jaquenetta. Boyet. I know not; but I think, it was not he. Prin.

We will read it, I swear : Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. mind.

Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ; most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous; truth On Saturday we will return to France,

itself, that thou art lovely : More fairer than fair, Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, beautiful than beauteous : truer than truth itself, have That we must stand and play the murderer in ? commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnan

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; imous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon;

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure

For. Pardon me, inadam, for I meant not so. vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame : he Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again came, one ; saw, two; overcame, three.

Who came?

the king : Why did he come ? lo see : Why did he see? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe !

To whom came he ? to the beggar : For. Yes, madam, fair,

What saw he ? the beggar : Who overcame he ? the Prin.

Nay, never paint me now; beggar: the conclusion is victory; On whuse side? the Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. king's : The captive is enriched; On whose side ? the Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; beugar's : The catastrophe is a nuplial; On whose

[Giving him money. side ? the king's ? no, on both in one, or one in both, Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

I am the king : for so stands the comparison : thou For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? O heresy in fair, fit for these days !

I coull: Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. - shalt thou exchange for rags ? robes; For tittles, But come, the bow :- Now mercy goes to kill, tilles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy reply, And shooting well is then accounted ill.

I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :

and my heart on thee. Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ;

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, If wounding, then it was to show my skill,

Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar And, out of question, so it is sometimes ;

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;

Submissive fall his princely feet before, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, And he from forage will incline to play : We bend to that the working of the heart :

But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then ? As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

Food for his rage, repasture for his den. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove.

this letter? reignty

What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be

better? Lords o'er their lords?

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford

style. To any lady that subdues a lord.

Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere

while. 5 Enter CostaRD. Prin. Here comes a member of the common

Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps

here in court; wealth.

A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Cost. Pray you, which is the head lady ? Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest

To the prince, and his book-mates.

Prin. that have no heads.

Thou, fellow, a word : Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?

Who gave thee this letter ?

Cost. Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

I told you ; my lord, Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth

Prin. To whom should'st thou give it?

Cost. is truth,

From my lord to my lady. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thick

Prin. From which lord, to which lady? est here.

Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will ?

mine, Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Birón, to one

To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline, lady Rosaline.

5 Just now.

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Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the ex

change ; for the moon is never but a month old : Here, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another day. and I say beside, that 'twas a prichet that the prin

[Exeunt. cess kill'd.
The same.

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal

epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.

the ignorant, I have calld the deer the princess Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in kill'd a pricket. the testimony of a good conscience.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge ; Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. blood; ripe as a pomewater 6, who now hangeth Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it like a jewel in the ear of cælo, the sky, the welkin, argues facility. the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth.

pleasing pricket; Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sure sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir,

with shooting. I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. 7

The dogs did yell; put L lo sore, then sorel jumps Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

from thicket; Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Or pricket, sore, or else sorel ; the people fall a Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of

hooting. insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explica- If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores ; 0 tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather,

sore L! ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, — after Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, un- Nath. A rare talent ! confirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws for a deer.

him with a talent, Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; a pricket

a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus! O thou shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revomonster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! lutions: But the gift is good in those in whom it is

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that acute, and I am thankful for it. are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it Nath. Sir, I praise heaven for you ; and so may were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd by replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in you, and their daughters profit very greatly under the duller parts;

you : you are a good member of the commonwealth. And such barren plants are set before us, that we Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they thankful should be

shall want no instruction : if their daughters be ca(Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts pable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui

that do fructify in us more than he. pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,

Enter JAQUENETTA and Costard. So, were there a patch 8 set on learning, to see him Jaq. Good morrow, master person. in a school :

Hol. Master person,

- quasi pers-on. And if one But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, should be pierced, which is the one ? Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest Dull. You two are bookmen : Can you tell by to a hogshead.

Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five conceit in a turf of carth ; fire enough for a flint : weeks old as yet?

'tis pretty ; it is well. Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me man Dull.

this letter ; it was given me by Costard, and sent Dull. What is Dictynna ?

me from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it. Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Hol. Fauste, precor gelilâ quando pecus omne sub Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam

umbra was no more ;

Ruminat, — and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan: And raught 9 not to five weeks, when he came to I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice ! fivescore.

Vinegia, Vinegia, The allusion holds in the exchange.

Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia. Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.

Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth Hol. Heaven comfort thy capacity! I say, the thee not, loves thee not. — Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. allusion holds in the exchange.

Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, A species of apple.

as Horace says in his What, my soul, verses ? 7 To render some of the allusions in this scene intelligible to Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. persons who are not acquainted with the language of park. Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, keepers and foresters, it may be necessary to mention, that a

domine. fawn, when it is a year old, is called by them a pricket; when it is two years old, it is a sorel; when it is three years old, it Nath. [Reads ] If love make me forsworn, how is a sore ; when it is four years, it is a buck of the first head;

shall I swear to love? at five years, it is an old buck. # A low fellow.

Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed !

8 Reached.

your wit,

I am

Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove ;

SCENE III. Another part of the Park. Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed.

Enter Biron, with a paper. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes; Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; Where all those pleasures live, that art would com- coursing myself. Well, Set thee down, sorrow! for prehend :

so, they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; fool. Well proved, wit! This love is as mad as Well learned is that longue, that well can thee Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: Well commend :

proved again on my side! I will not love: if I do, Al ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder ; hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye, - by (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts ad- this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; mire ;)

yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I thunder,

do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be Which not to anger bent, is musick, and sueet fire. melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonThat sings heaven's praise with such an earthly nets already ; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and tongue !

the lady hath it : sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the the accent : let me supervise the canzonet. Here other three were in : Here comes one with a paper. are only numbers ratified ; but for the elegancy,

[Gets up into a tree. facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man : and why, indeed, Naso; but

Enter the King, with a paper. for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, King. Ah me! the jerks of invention ? Imitari, is nothing: so doth Biron. [Aside.) Shot, by heaven! - Proceed, the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired! sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy birdhorse his rider. But damosella virgin, was this bolt under the left pap :directed to you?

Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of King. [Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun the strange queen's lords.

gives not Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the To those fresh morning drops upon the rose snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : the nomination of the party writing to the person

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright written unto :

Through the transparent bosom of the deep,

As doth thy face through tears of mine give light ; Your Ladyship's in all desired employment, Biron. Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep : Sir Nathaniel, this Birón is one of the votaries with

No drop, but as a coach doth carry thee, the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a

So ridest thou triumphing in my woe ; sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Do bul behold the tears that swell in me, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. And they thy glory through my grief will show . Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the

But do not love thyself ; then thou wilt keep royal hand of the king ; it may concern much : Stay My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

0 not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu. queen of queens, how far dost thou excel ! Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.

No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; (Ereunt Cost. and JaQ. Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here? Nath. Sır, you have done this very religiously ;

[Steps aside. and, as a certain father saith Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear co

Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. lourable colours. But, to return to the verses ; Did What Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear. they please you, Sir Nathaniel ?

Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, apNath. Marvellous well for the pen.


[Aside. Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain

Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it shall please

Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my


( Aside. privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid

King. In love, I hope : Sweet fellowship in child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where


[ Aside. I will prove those verses to be very unlearned,

Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name. neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention : I

[ Aside. beseech your society.

Long. Am I the first that have been perjured so ? Nath. And thank you too : for society, (saith

Biron. [ Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; not the text,) is the happiness of life.

by two, that I know : Hol. And, certes ?, the text most infallibly con

Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, cludes it. - Sir, (To Dull.] I do invite you too ; The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. you shall not say me, nay : pauca verba. Away;

Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to the gentles are at their game, and we will to our ecreation.


O sweet Maria, empress of my love! Attired, caparisoned.

* In truth. These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.


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