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Biron. [ Aside.] O, rhymes are guards on wanton

And deny himself for Jove,
Cupid's hose :

Turning mortal for thy love. —
Disfigure not his slop.

This will I send, and something else more plain, Long.

This same shall go. That shall express my true love's fasting pain.

[He reads the sonnet. O would the King, Birón, and Longaville, Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye

Were lovers too! Ill to example ill, ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument)

Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

For none offend, where all alike do dote. Fows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. Long. Dumain, (Advancing. ) thy love is far from A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove,

charity, Thou, being a goddess, I forswore not thee : That in love's grief desir’st society : My low was earthly, thou a heavenly love ;

You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is :

King. Come, sir, [Advancing.) you blush ; as Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth

his your case is such ; shine,

You chide at him, offending twice as much : Erharst this vapour vow; in thee it is :

You do not love Maria ; Longaville If broken, then, it is no fault of mine :

Did never sonnet for her sake compile ; If by me broke : What fool is not so wise,

Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart To lose an oath 10 win a paradise ?

His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.

I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Enter DUMAIN, with a paper.

And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Long. By whom shall I send this ? — Company! I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; stay.

(Stepping aside. Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Biron. (A side.] All hid, all hid, an old infant Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; play:

One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,

You would for paradise break faith and troth; And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.

[To Long. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. wish;

[ To Dumain. Dumain transform’d: four woodcocks in a dish! What will Birón say, when that he shall hear Dum. O most divine Kate !

A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear ? Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! How will he scorn ? how will he spend his wit ?

[Aside. How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it ? Dum. As fair as day.

For all the wealth that ever I did see, Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must I would not have him know so much by me. shine.

[Aside. Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Dum. O that I had my wish!

Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me :
And I had mine!

[Descends from the Iree,

[ Aside. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove King. And I mine too, good lord ! (Aside. These worms for loving, that art most in love? Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, word ?

[Aside. There is no certain princess that appears : Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing; Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be., Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.

Biron. A fever in your blood, why then 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 ?

[ Aside. O what a scene of foolery I have seen,
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! S

O me, with what strict patience have I sat, Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary To see a king transformed to a gnat! wit.

Aside. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
Dum. On a day, (alack the day!!

And critick + Timon laugh at idle toys !
Love, whose month is ever May,

Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain ?
Spied a blossom, passing fair,

And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?
Playing in the wanton air :

And where my liege's? all about the breast :
Through the velvet leaves the wind,

A caudle, ho !
All unseen, 'gan passage find;

King. Too bitter is thy jest.
That the lover, sick to death,

Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow ; I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
Air, would I might triumph so !

To break the vow I am engaged in ?
But, alack, my hand is sworn,

I am betray'd, by keeping company
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :

With moon-like men of strange inconstancy.
Vov, alack, for youth unmeel ;

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ?
Youth so apt to pluck a sueet.

Or groan for Joan ? or spend a minute's time Do not call it sin in me,

In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
That I am forsworn for thee :

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye?
Thou for whom even Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiop were ;

3 Grief. • Cynic.

$ In trimming myself.

Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! Enter JAQUENETTA and Costakd.

A wife of such wood were felicity. Jaq. God bless the king !

0, who can give an oath? where is a book ? King.

What present hast thou there? That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Cost. Some certain treason.

If that she learn not of her eye to look : King.

What makes treason here? No face is fair, that is not full so black. Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

O, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, King.

If it mar nothing neither, It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Should ravish doters with a false aspéct ;

Jag. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read, And therefore is she born to make black fair. Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. Her favour turns the fashion of the days ; King. Biron, read it over.

For native blood is counted painting now; [Giving him the letter. And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Where hadst thou it?

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Jaq. Of Costard.

King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love ? King. Where hadst thou it?

Biron. Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. Then leave this chat: and, good Birón, king. How now! what is in you? why dost thou

now prove tear it?

Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs Dum. Ay, marry, there,- some flattery for this not fear it.

evil. ong. It did move him to passion, and therefore Long. O, some authority how to proceed; let's hear it.

Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Dun. Some salve for perjury. (Picks up the pieces. Biron.

0, 'tis more than need! Biron. Ah, you loggerhead, (To Costard.) you Have at you then, affection's men at arms : were born to do me shame. —

Consider, what you first did swear unto; Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. To fast, - to study, and to see no woman ; King. What ?

Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young make up the mess :

And abstinence engenders maladies. He, he, and you, my liege, and I,

And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. In that each of you hath forsworn his book : O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? Dum. Now the number is even.

For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, Biron.

True, true; we are four :- Have found the ground of study's excellence, Will these turtles be gone?

Without the beauty of a woman's face? King.

llence, sirs; away. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors They are the ground, the books, the academes, stay.

(Ereunt Cost, and Jaq. / From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. King. What, did these rent lines show some love | Why, universal plodding prisons up of thine ?

The nimble spirits in the arteries; Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the As motion, and long-during action, tires heavenly Rosaline,

The sinewy vigour of the traveller. That, like a rude and savage man of Inde,

Now, for not looking on a woman's face, At the first opening of the gorgeous east,

You have in that forsworn the use of eyes; Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And study too, the causer of your vow :

Kisses the base ground with obedient brcast ? For where is any author in the world, What peremptory eagle-sighted eye

Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, That is not blinded by her majesty ?

And where we are, our learning likewise is. King. What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? | Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon;

Do we not likewise see our learning there? She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. O, we have made a vow to study, lords; Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón : And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

0, but for my love, day would turn to night! For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Of all complexions the culld sovereignty

In leaden contemplation, have found out Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes Where several worthies make one dignity;

Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ? Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain; Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues - And therefore finding barren practisers,

Fye, painted rhetorick ! O, she needs it not ; Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,

She passes praise ; then praise too short doth blot. Lives not alone immured in the brain;
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,

But with the motion of all elements,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Courses as swift as thought in every power ;
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,

And gives to every power a double power,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. Above their functions and their offices.
O, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine !
King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.

6 Law.chicane.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye ;

For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;

Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,

Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths : Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible,

It is religion to be thus forsworn : Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; For charity itself fulfils the law; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste : And who can sever love from charity ? For valour, is not love a Hercules,

King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, soldiers, to the Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

field! Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical,

Long. Shall we resolve to woo these girls of As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;

France ? And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods King. And win them too: therefore let us devise Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Some entertainment for them in their tents. Never durst poet touch a pen to write,

Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs;

thither; 0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,

Then, homeward, every man attach the hand And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Of his fair mistress : in the afternoon From women's eyes this doctrine I derive :

We will with some strange pastime solace them, They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; Such as the shortness of the time can shape; They are the books, the arts, the academes,

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, That show, contain, and nourish all the world ; Fore-run fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. Else none at all in aught proves excellent:

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, Then fools you were these women to forswear ; That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.



SCENE I. - A Street.

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?

Arm. Men of peace well encounter'd. Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.

Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

Moth. They have been at a great feast of lanNath. Sir, your reasons 7 at dinner have been guages, and stolen the scraps. [To CostaRD aside. sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket witty without affections, audacious without impu- of words ! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee dency, learned without opinion, and strange without for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as heresy.. I did converse this quondam day with a honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, than a flap-dragon. 3 or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

Moth. Peace; the peal begins. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam le: Ilis humour is Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book : eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical.9 He head ? is too picked', too spruce, too affected, too odd, as Hol. Ba, puerilia, with a horn added. it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it.

Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn: - You Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.

hear his learning. [ Takes out his table-book. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity

Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such them; or the fifth, if I. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-de- Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i. — vise ? companions; such rackers of orthography, as Moth. The sheep : the other two concludes it; to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; o, u. det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterranot, d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit : snip, neighbour, vocatur, nebour, neigh, abbreviated, ne : snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect : This is abhominable, (which he would call abomin- true wit. able,) it insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne intelligis Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man. domine? to make frantick, lunatick.

Cost. And I had but one penny in the world, thou Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

shouldst have it to buy gingerbread : hold, there is Hol. Bone ? bone, for benè : Priscian a little the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou scratch'd; 'twill serve.

halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.

Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled Enter ARMADO, Moth, and COSTARD.

from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at Nath. Vislesne quis venit ?

the charge-house 4 on the top of the mountain? Hol. Video, et gaudeo.

Hol. Or, mons, the hill. Arm. Chirra!

[To Мотн. Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. 7 Discourses. $ Affectation. 3 A small inflammable substance, swallowed in a glass of

• Free-school. M

9 Boastful. 2 Finical exactness.

1 Over-dressed.



your sister.


Hol. I do, sans question.

A lady wall’d about with diamonds ! Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman ; and my Look you, what I have from the loving king. familiar, I do assure you, very good friend: - For Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that ? what is inward beween us, let it pass : - I do be- Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in seech thee, remember thy courtesy ; I beseech

rhyme, thee, apparel thy head; — and among other im- As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, portunate and most serious designs, — and of great Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all ; import indeed, too; but let that pass : for I That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. must tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) Ros. That was the way to make his god-head sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; but sweet

wax 7;
heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
fable; come certain special honours it pleaseth his Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd
travel, that hath seen the world : but let that pass.

– The very all of all is, — but, sweet heart, I do Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy ;
implore secrecy, - that the king would have me And so she died : had she been light, like you,
present the princess, sweet chuck, with some de- Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
lightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, She might have been a grandam ere she died :
or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
and your sweet self, are good at such eruptions, Rus. What's your dark meaning, mouse $, of this
and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have

light word?
acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.

Ros. We need more light to find your meaning Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worthies. Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en

Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuffo; tertainment of time, to be rendered by our assist- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. ance, - the king's command, and this most galiant, Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the illustrate, and learned gentleman, before the

dark. princess; I say, none so fit as to present the nine Kath. So do not you; for you are a light girl. worthies.

Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore light. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough Kath. You weigh me not — 0, that's you care to present them?

not for me. Hol. Yourself; myself, or this gallant gentle- Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. man ; this swain, because of his great limb or joint, Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd. shall pass Pompey the great; the page, Hercules. But, Rosaline, you have a favour too :

Arm. Pardon, sir, error: lie is not quantity enough Who sent it? and what is it? for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big as the


I would, you knew : end of his club.

An if my face were but as fair as yours, Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present My favour were as great ; be witness this. Hercules in minority: his enter and erit shall be Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón : strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, that purpose.

I were the fairest goddess on the ground: Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. audience hiss, you may cry, Well done, Hercules ! O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter ! now thou crushest the snake! that is the way to Prin. Any thing like? make an offence gracious ; though few have the Ros. Much, in the letters: nothing in the praise.

Prin. Beauteous as ink ; a good conclusion. Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?

Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. Hol. I will play three myself.

Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die your Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman !

debtor, Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?

My red dominical, my golden letter:
Hol. We attend.

O, that your face were not so full of O's!
Arm. We will have, if this fadge 5 not, an antick. Kath. A plague of that jest ! and beshrew all
I beseech you follow.

Hol. Via 6, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain >
word all this while.

Kath. Madam, this glove. Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.


Did he not send you twain ? Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.

Kath. Yes, madam ; and moreover,
Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will Some thousand verses of a faithful lover :
play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance A huge translation of hypocrisy,
the hay.

Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
Hul. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Lon-


gaville ; SCENE II. Before the Princess's Pavilion.

The letter is too long by half a mile.

Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in heart,
Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, Rosaline, and The chain were longer, and the letter short ?

Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,

part. If fairings come thus plentifully in :

& Formerly a term of endearment. • Suít.

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grace to do it.

6 Courage.

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9 In anger.

Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. And every one his love-feat will advance

Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know That same Birón I'll torture ere I go.

By favours several, which they did bestow.
O, that I knew he were but in by the week! Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek;

And wait the season, and observe the times, For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ;
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; And not a man of them shall have the grace,
And shape his service wholly to my behests; Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
And make him proud to make me proud that jests! Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear ;
So portent-like would I o'ersway his state,

And then the king will court thee for his dear ; That he should be my fool, and I his fate.

Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ; Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are So shall Birón take me for Rosaline. catch'd,

And change your 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; Ros. 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? Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote ; They do it but in mocking merriment; Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

And mock for mock is only my intent. To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Their several counsels they unbosom shall

To loves mistook ; and so be mock'd withal,
Enter BoYET.

Upon the next occasion that we meet,
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Boyet. 0, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where's Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?
her grace?

Prin. No: to the death, we will not move a foot, Prin. Thy news, Boyet ?

Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace ; Boyet.

Prepare, madam, prepare ! But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Arm, my girls, arm! encounters mounted are Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's Against your peace : Love doth approach disguis'd,

heart, Armed in arguments ; you'll be surpris'd : And quite divorce his memory from his part. Muster your wits ; stand in your own defence ; Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.

Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are they, There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say. To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own : Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,

So shall we stay, mocking intended game ; I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour : And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,

[Trumpets sound within. Toward that shade I might behold addrest

Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the The king and his companions: warily

maskers come.

[The Ladies mask. I stole into a neighbour thicket by, And overheard what you shall overhear ;

Enter the King, Biron, LongAVILLE, and DuThat, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.

MAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Their herald is a pretty knavish page,

Musicians, and Attendants. That well by heart bath conn'd his embassage: Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, And ever and anon they made a doubt,

[The Ladies turn their backs to him. Presence majestical would put him out;

That ever lurn'd their - backs - to mortal views ! For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;

Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.

Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal vieu's ! The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil ;

Out I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil.

Boyet. True; oul, indeed. With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, shoulder;

vouchsafe, Naking the bold wag by their praises bolder. Not to behold One rubb’d his elbow, thus; and feer’d, and swore,

Biron. Once to behold, rogue. A better speech was never spoke before :

Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, Another with his finger and his thumb,

uith your sun-beamed eyes Cry'd, Vic! we will do't, come what will come : Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ; The third he caper'd, and cried, AU goes well : You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me With that they all did tumble on the ground,

out. With such a zealous laughter, so profound,

Biron. Is this your perfectness? begone, you rogue. That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

Ros. What would these strangers ? know their To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.

minds, Boyet : Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? If they do speak our language, 'tis our will Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'a That some plain man recount their purposes : thus,

Know what they would. Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I


Boyet. What would you with the princess ? Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Biron. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.


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