Still a repairing; ever out of frame; [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I-Another part of the same. the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Lords, attendants, and a Forester. Enter Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the common wealth. Cost. God dig-you-den' all! Pray you, which u the head lady? Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will? Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve ; Break up this eapon. Boyet. I am bound to serve.This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse It is writ to Jaquenetta. so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill? Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; Prin. We will read it, I swear: Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for wo! What saw he? the beggar; Who overcame he? For. Yea, madam, fair. the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose Prin. Nay, never paint me now; side? the king's: the captive is enriched; On whose Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. side? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; On whose side? the king's-no, on both in one, or [Giving him money, one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comFair payment for foul words is more than due. parison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Prin. Sec, see, my beauty will be sav❜d by merit. Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat O heresy in fair, fit for these days! thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.-rags? robes; For tittles, titles: For thyself, me. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again no? But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill, A shooting well is then accounted ill. If wounding, then it was to show my skill, Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy Thine, in the dearest design of industry, 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 mis prey; Submissive fall his princely feet before, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, And he from forage will incline to play: The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford (1) God give you good even. (2) Open this letter. (3) Illustrious. But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er erewhile." (4) Just now. Scene II. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. Boyet. Th Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it here in court; were, so fit. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan Thou, fellow, a word: To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. lords, away. day. Come, [Shouting within. Enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another the testimony of a good conscience. marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter. near. Finely put on, indeed! Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her now? a Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when king Pepin of France was little boy, as touching the hit it? Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit tt, hit it, hit it. [Singing. Thou canst not hit it, my good man. Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, An I cannot, another can. [Exeunt Ros. and Kath. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; chal- Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl. [Exeunt Boyet and Maria. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit (1) A species of apple. (2) A low fellow. Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explica tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon firmed fashion-to insert again my haud credo for a deer. Dull. I said, the deer was not a laud credo; 'twas a pricket. Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!-0 thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of t... dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school: But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Duil. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your wit, What was a month old at Cain's birth, that s 791 five weeks old as yet? Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good man Dull. Dull. What is Dictynna? Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moor. was no more; And raught not to five weeks, when he came to five and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prin- Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithfu ress kill'd. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed. the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine kill'd, a pricket. Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge;| so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility. The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing pricket; Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting. The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps from thicket; Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a hooting. If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; O sore Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but one more L. Nath. A rare talent! If eyes; Where all those pleasures live, that art would comprehend: knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suf fice; Well learned is that tongue, that well can the commend: All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without won der; (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire ;) Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice hi dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue! Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here him with a talent. are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovia foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doth memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired deilver'd upon the mellowing of occasion: But the horse' his rider.-But damosella virgin, was thus gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am directed to you? Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of thankful for it. Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so the strange queen's lords. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the by you, and their daughters profit very greatly un-snow-white hana the most beauteous Lady Rosader you: you are a good member of the common-line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, wealth. for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they nall want no instruction: if their daughters be apable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui| auca loquitur; a soul feminine saluteth us. Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Hol. Master parson, quasi pers-on. And if one should be pierced, which is the one? Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. Your ladyship's in all desired employment, BIRON. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu! Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save Cost. Have with thee, my girl. Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of your life! conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well. Jaq. Good raster parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho: I beseech you, read it. Hol. Fauste, precor gelidâ quando pecus omne Ruminat, and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! [Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. very religiously; and, as a certain father saithNath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the verses; Did they please you, sir Nathaniel? Nath. Marvellous well for the per.. pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it shall Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the fore where I will prove those verses to be very unlearnsaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; ed, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. Chi non le vede, ei non te pregia. Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, as Hcrace says in his-What, my soul, verses? I beseech your society. Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, lomine. Nath. If love make me fossworn, how shall swear to love? I Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed! 1 Horse adorned with ribbands. text) is the happiness of life. cludes it.-Sir, [To Dull.] I do invite you too; you (2) In truth. SCENE III-Another part of the same. Enter These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Long. This same snall go. [He reads the sonnet. ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury? A Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; defile!' a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! I will not love: I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye,by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, do love and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. Enter the King, with a paper. King. Ah me! Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven!-Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:-I'faith secrets. King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Through the transparent bosom of the deep, So ridest thou triumphing in my wo: And they thy glory through thy grief will show: Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear is : Vows, for thee broke, deserve nol punishment. Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which Enter Dumain, with a paper. stay. Long. By whom shall I send this?-Company! Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, Biron. O most profane coxcomb! [Aside Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Her shoulder is with child. Biron. Ay, as some days; As fair as day. but then no sun must [Aside. shine. word? ing papers. King. In love, I hope Swee: fellowship in shame! [Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name? [Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by two, that I know: Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to sion Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Dum. On a day (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Y 170 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Thou for whom even Jove would swear, And deny himself for Jove, This will I send; and something else more plain, Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from That in love's grief desir'st society: King Come, sir, [advancing.] you blush; as You chide at him, offending twice as much: [To Long. (1) Grief. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? King. Soft; Whither away so fast! Jaq. God bless the king! What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason. What makes treason here? Jaq. Of Costard. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. thou 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 Cos tard. 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, my licge, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. True, true; we are four :- King. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai tors stay. Hence, sirs, away. [Exeunt Cost, and Jaq. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us cra brace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: Young blood will not obey an old decree: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; 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, Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, |