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Please it you,

your face,

a calf?

Ros. What would they, say they ?


Seventh sweet, adieu ! Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Since you can cog', I'll play no more with you. Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone. Biron. One word in secret. Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be

Let it not be sweet. Prin.

gone. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles Biron. Thou griev’st my gall. To tread a measure with her on this grass.


Gall? bitter. Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a Biron.

Therefore meet. mile,

[They converse apart. To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Ros. It is not go : ask them how many inches

word ? Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many,

Mar. Name it. The measure then of one is easily told.


Fair lady, Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'd miles, Mur.

Say you so ? Fair lord, And many miles; the princess bids you tell,

Take that for your fair lady.
How many inches do fill up one mile,

Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
Boyet. She hears herself.

[They converse apart. Ros. How many weary steps,

Kath. What, was your visor made without a Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,

tongue ? Are number'd in the travel of one mile ?

Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you; Kath. O, for your reason! quickly, sir ; I long. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,

Long. You have a double tongue within your mask, That we may do it still without accompt.

And would afford my speechless visor half. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of

Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman; Is not real That we, like savages, may worship it.

Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Long. A calf, fair lady?
King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Kath.

No, a fair lord calf. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine Long. Let's part the word. (Those clouds remov’d,) upon our wat'ry eyne.


No, I'll not be your half. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter ;

Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe


[They converse apart. one change;

Boyet. The tongues of mocking damsels are as keen Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.

As is the razor's edge invisible,
Ros. Play, musick, then: nay, you must do it Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ;

[Musick plays.

Above the sense of sense: so sensible Not yet;- no dance: - thus change I like the moon.

Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter estrang'd ?

things. Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, chang'd.

break off. King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! The musick plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. King. Farewell, mad damsels; you have simple wits. Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.

(Exeunt King, Lords, Moty, Musick, and King. But your legs should do it.

Attendants. Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?

Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. chance, We'll not be nice: take hands; - we will not dance. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? King. Why take we hands then ?

This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. Ros.

Only to part friends : Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.

Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your No point?, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. company?

Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; Ros. Your absence only.

And trow you, what he call'd me?
That can never be.

Qualm, perhaps.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought : and so adieu ; Kath. Yes, in good faith.
Twice to your visor, and half once to you !


Go, sickness as thou art ! King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteRos. In private then.

caps. King.

I am best pleas'd with that. But will you hear ? the king is my love sworn. [They converse apart.

Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. with thee.

Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar ; there is three. Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear : Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow so

Immediately they will again be here nice,) Metheglin, wort, and malmsey;


Falsify dice, lie.

? A quibble on the French adverb of negation. There's half a dozen sweets.

3 Better wits may be found among citizens.


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In their own shapes; for it can never be,

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your They will digest this harsh indignity. Prin. Will they return ?

Nor heaven, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Boyet.

They will, they will, heaven knows; King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke; And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Therefore, change favours + ; and, when they repair, Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

have spoke; Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be un- For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. derstood.

Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : As the unsullied lily, I protest, Dismask'd, their damask sweet coinmixture shown, A world of torments though I should endure, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

I would not yield to be your house's guest : Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, So much I hate a breaking-cause to be If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd : Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Let us complain to them what fools were here, Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; And wonder, what they were; and to what end A mess of Russians left us but of late. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, K’ing. How, madam ? Russians ? And their rough carriage so ridiculous,


Ay, in truth, my lord; Should be presented at our tent to us.

Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. Ros. Madam, speak true: - - It is not so, my lord; Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. My lady, (to the manner of the days 8,) (Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.

We four indeed, confronted here with four Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, in their proper habits.

And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, King. Fair sir, heaven save you! Where is the They did not bless us with one happy word. princess ?

I dare not call them fools; but this I think, Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your majesty, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. Command me any service to her thither ?

Biron. This jest is dry to me — Fair, gentle, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one

sweet, word.

Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,

[Exit. By light we lose light: Your capacity Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigeons peas ;

Is of that nature, that to your huge store And utters it again when Jove doth please :

Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. He is wit's pedler; and retails bis wares

Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my At wakes, and wassels”, meetings, markets, fairs;

eye, He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he,

Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy;

Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,

It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice

Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. In honourable terms; nay, he can sing

Ros. All the fool mine? A mean 6 most meanly; and, in ushering,


I cannot give you less. Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet ; Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ? The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet : Biron. Where? when? what vizor ? why demand This is the flower that smiles on every one, To show his teeth as white as whales' bone 7 : Ros. There, then, that vizor ; that superfluous And consciences, that will not die in debt,

case, Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my King. We are descried : they'll mock us now heart,

downright. That put Armado's page out of his part !

Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.

Prin. Amaz’d, my lord ? Why looks your highEnter the Princess, ushered by Boyet; ROSALINE,

ness sad? MARIA, KATHARINE, and Allendants.

Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why

look you pale? Biron. See where it comes ! — Behaviour, what wert thou,

Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for

perjury. k'ing. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul as I conceive.

Can any face of brass hold longer out ? King. Construe my speeches better, if you may.

Here stand 1, lady ; dart thy skill at me; Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave.

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a King. We came to visit you; and purpose now To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then.

Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ;

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; * Features, countenances. 5 Rustic merry-meetings. 6 The tenor in musick.

* After the fashion of the times. 7 The tooth of the horse-whale.

you this?


And I will wish thee never more to dance,

I see the trick on't ;– Here was a consent ', Nor never more in Russian habit wait. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Some carry-tale,some please-man, some slight zany?, Nor never come in visor to my friend;

Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song:

Dick, — Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, Figures pedantical; these summer-fies

Told our intents before: which once disclos'd, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : The ladies did change favours; and then we, I do forswear them : and I here protest,

Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. By this white glove, (how white the hand, Now, to our perjury to add more terror, heaven knows!)

We are again forsworn; in will, and error. Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd Much upon this it is: — And might not you, In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :

[To Boyer. And, to begin, girl, — so heaven help me, la ! Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Do not you know my lady's foot by the squires, Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you.

And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Biron.

Yet I have a trick And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Of the old rage : -
bear with me, I am sick;

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see; - You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
Write, heaven have mercy on us, on those three; Wounds like a leaden sword.
They are infected, in their hearts it lies ;


Full merrily They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. These lords are visited; you are not free,

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

done. Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.

Enter CostaRD. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.

Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true,

Cost. O, sir, they would know, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue ?

Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you.

Biron. What, are there but three?
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. For every one pursents three.

No, sir ; but it is vara fine, King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude


And three times thrice is nine. transgression

Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Some fair excuse.

it is not so: Prin. The fairest is confession.

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?

know what we know : King. Madam, I was.

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir, -
And were you well advis'd ?

Is not nine. King. I was, fair madam.

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil Prin.

When you then were here, it doth amount. What did you whisper in your lady's ear ?

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for King. That more than all the world I did respect her.

nine. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will

Cost. O, sir, it were pity you should get your reject her.

living by reckoning, sir. King. Upon mine honour, no.

Biron. How much is it?
Peace, peace, forbear ;

Cost. 0, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Your oath once broke, you force' not to forswear. sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for my

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it: – Rosaline, man, — e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir.

own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one What did the Russian whisper in your ear?

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear

Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of As precious eye-sight; and did value me Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,

Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know not That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

the degree of the worthy : but I am to stand for him.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare, Prin. Heaven give thee joy of him ! the noble lord

Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take Most honourably doth uphold his word.

some care.

(Erit COSTARD. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my

King. Birón, they will sha us, let them not troth,

approach. I never swore this lady such an oath.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord ; and 'tis Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain

some policy You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.

To have one show worse than the king's and his King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give ;

company. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :

Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you

now; What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.

That sport best pleases, that doth least know how : 9 Make no difficulty.

1 Conspiracy.

* Buffoon,

* Square, rule.

Where zeal strives to content, and the contents My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it Their form confounded makrs most form in mirth;

stands too right. When great things labouring perish in their birth. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.


Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Enter ARMADO.

commander ; Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali.

sander. thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. (ARMADO converses with the King, and de

Biron. Pompey the great, livers him a paper.


Your servant, and Costárd. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch :

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali. for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantas-sander. tical ; too, too vain ; too, too vain : But we will

Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.] you have overthrown put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra.

I wish

Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out you the peace of mind, most royal couplement!

of the painted cloth for this. A conqueror, and [Exit ARMADO.

afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. King: Here is like to be a good presence of wor- [Natu. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Alexander soon dash’d! He is a marvellous good neighbour, Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Ma- insooth; and a very good bowler : but, for Alisanchabæus.

der, alas, you see, how 'tis; - a little o'erparted : And if these four worthies in their first show thrive,

But there are worthies a coming will speak their These four will change habits, and present the other mind in some other sort. five.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Birun. There is five in the first show.
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.

Enter HOLOFERNES arm'd, and Moth arm’d, for

Hercules. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgepriest, the fool, and the boy:

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Abate a throw at novum *; and the whole world Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed again,

canus ; Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus amain.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority :
(Seats brought for the King, Princess, fc. Ergo, I come with this apology.

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

[Exit Moti.

Hol. Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.
Enter Costarp arm’d for Pompey.

Dum. Judas Machabæus elipt, is plain Judas. Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. Boyel. You lie, you are not he.

Biron. Because thou hast no face. Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. What is this? Boyel.

With libbard's head on knee. Boyet. A cittern head. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be Dum. The head of a bodkin. friends with thee.

Biron. A death's face in a ring. Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big, - Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. Dum. The great.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Cost. It is great, sir; Pompey surnam'd the Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. great ;

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my

Dum. Ay, in a brooch of lead. foe to sweat :

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothAnd, travelling along this coast, I here am come by

chance ;


forward; for we have put thee in counAnd lay my arms before the feet of this sweet lass of France.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had Biron. False ; we have given thee faces. done.

Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. perfect: I made a little fault in great.

[Exit HOLOFERNES. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best worthy.

Enter Armado arm’d, for Hector.

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Enter NATHANIEL armid, for Alexander. Hector in arms. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I

will now be merry. Commander, By east, west, north, and soulh, I spread my conquer

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. ing might :

Boyet. But is this Hector ?

Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-tirnber'd. • A game with dice.

Long. His leg is too big for Hector.


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Dum. More calf, certain.

King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Prin. Prepare, I say. - I thank you, gracious Biron. This cannot be Hector.

lords, Dum. He's a painter; for he makes faces. For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,

Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the mighty, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
Gave Hector a gift,


rich wisdom, to excuse or hide, Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

The liberal 6 opposition of our spirits : Biron. A lemon.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves Long. Stuck with cloves.

In the converse of breath, your gentleness Dum. No, cloven.

Was guilty of it. — Farewell, worthy lord ! Arm. Peace!

A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: The armipotent Mars, of lances the mighty,

Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;

For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea King. The extreine parts of time extremely form
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.

All causes to the purpose of his speed;
I am that flower,

And often, at his very loose, decides
That mint.

That which long process could not arbitrate :

That columbine. And though the morning brow of progeny Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs The holy suit which fain it would convince ; against Hector.

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it Arm. The sweet war-man is dead ; sweet chucks, From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost, beat not the bones of the buried : when he breath’d, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, he was a man, But I will forward with my device: As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Sweet royalty, (To the Princess.] bestow on me the Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. sense of hearing. [Biron whispers CostaRD. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de

grief ; lighted.

And by these badges understand the king. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. For your fair sakes have we neglected tiine, Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Arm. This Hector fur surmounted Hannibal, Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone. Even to the opposed end of our intents :

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten- And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, tates ? thou shalt die.

As love is full of unbefitting strains; Cost. Then shall Hector be hanged, for Pompey All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; that is dead by him.

Forin'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great | To every varied object in his glance : Pompey! Pompey the huge !

Which party-coated presence of loose love Dum. Hector trembles.

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Biron. Pompey is mov'd .. More Ates), more Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Ates; stir them on! stir them on !

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in Our love being yours, the error that love makes him than will sup a flea.

Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. By being once false for ever to be true

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern To those that make us both, - fair ladies, you : man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword : I pray And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, you, let me borrow my arms again,

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;

Your favours, the embassadors of love ;

And, in our maiden council, rated them
Mer. Heaven save you, madam!

At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

As bombast, and as lining to the time :
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

But more devout than this, in our respects,
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Prin. Dead, for my life.

Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

than jest. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Long. So did our looks. cloud.


We did not quote ? them so. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath :

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole Grant us your loves. of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Prin.

A time, methinks, too short (Exeunt Worthies. To make a world-without-end bargain in : King. How fares your majesty ?

No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. 5 Até was the goddess of discord.

6 Free to excess.

7 Regard.

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