King. And I mine too, good Lord! [Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? [Aside. Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary [Aside. wit. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.— This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. Come, sir, [advancing.] you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much: [To Long. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To Dumain. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me. Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me: [Descends from the tree. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! King. Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betray'd, by keeping company With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, King. Soft; Whither away so fast?. A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. Jaq. God bless the king! King. Cost. Some certain treason. King. What present hast thou there? What makes treason here? If it mar nothing neither, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. King. The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it? Jaq. Of Costard. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it... Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, [To Costard.] you were born to do me shame.Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Biron. True true; we are four:-- Hence, sirs; away. Will these turtles be gone? King. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. [Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us em brace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Young blood will not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, |