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Kath. No, I'll not be your half:

Let us complain to them what fools were here, Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; Long. Look how you butt yourself in these sharp | And wonder, what they were ; and to what end mocks !

Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn’d, Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. Should be presented at our tent to us.
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Boyct. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand.
Kath. Bleat softly, then, the butcher hears you Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land,
cry.

[They converse apart. [Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and MARIA. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as

Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and keen As is the razor's edge invisible,

DUMAIN, in their proper habits. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;

King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the Above the sense of sense : so sensible

princess? Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your majesty, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter Command me any service to her thither? things.

King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one Ros. Not one word more, my ma ds; break off,

word, break off.

Boyet. I will ; and so will she, I know, my lord. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!

(Erit. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have sim Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas;

[Exeunt King, Lorus, Moth, And utters it again when Jove doth please :

Music, and Attendants. He is wit's pedler: and retails his wares Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. At wakes and wassels,' meetings, markets, fairs; Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Have not the grace to grace it with such show. puff'd out.

This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Ros. Well-liking' wits they have; gross, gross; Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: fat, fat.

He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is he, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout ! That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night? This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,

Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. In honourable terms; nay, he can sing

Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! A meanø most meanly; and, in ushering,
The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet ;

Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:

Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : This is the flower that smiles on every one, No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. To show his teeth as white as whales bone ::

Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart, And consciences, that will not die in debt, And trow you what he call’d me ?

Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin.

Qualm, perhaps. King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart, Kath. Yes, in good faith.

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

Go, sickness, as thou art ! Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute- Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boret; Rosaling, caps.

MARIA, KATHARINE, and Attendants. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.

wert thou, Kath. And Longaville was for my service born.

Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!

Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Immediately they will again be here

King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. In their own shapes; for it can never be,

Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. They will digest this harsh indignity.

King. We came to visit you ; and purpose nom Prin. Will they return ?

To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then, Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair,

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke ; Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be under The virtue of your eye must break my oath. stood.

Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you should Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud :

have spoke; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,

As the unsullied lily, I protest, If they return in their own shapes to woo?

A world of torments though I should endure, Roš, Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, I would not yield to be your house's guest : Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd;

4 Features, countenances.

5 Ladies unmask'd are like angels vailing mids, 1 Well-liking is the same as 10ell-conditioned, fat. or letting those clouds which obscured their brightness So in Job, xxxix. 4. Their young ones are in good sink before them. So in The Merchant of Venice, Ad liking.

i. Sc. 1. 2 No point. A quibble on the French adverb of ne. "Vailing her high top lower than her ribs.' gation, as before, Act ii. Sc. 1.

6 Uncouth. 3 An act was passed the 13th of Elizabeth (1571,) 'For 7 W'assels. Festive meetings, drinking bouts : from the continuance of making and wearing woollen caps, the Saxon iras-hæl, be in health, which was the form of in behalf of the trade of cappers, providing that all drinking a health ; the customary answer to which was above the age of six years (except the mobility and some drine-hal, I drink your health. The uassel-cup, rasothers,) should on Sabbath days and holidays, wear caps sel-boul, wassel-bread, wassel-candle, were all aids or of wool, knit, thicked, and dressed in England, upon accompaniments to festivity. penalty of ten groats.'

8 The tenor in music. The term flat cap for a citizen will now he familiar to 9 Whales bono: the Saxon genitive case. It is a most readers from the use made of it by the author of common comparison in the old poets. This bone was The Fortunes of Nigel. The meaning of this passage the tooth of the Horse-whale, morse, or walrus, now probably is, better wils may be founul among citizens.'| superseded by ivory.

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So much I hate a breaking-cause to be

Biron. Yet I have a trick of heavenly oaths, row'd with integrity.

of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick ; King. O, you have lived in desolation here, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;

Unseen, unvisited, much to vur shame. Write, Lord have mercy on us,' on those three; Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ; They are infected, in their hearts it lies,

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : A mess of Russians left us but of late.

These lords are visited; you are not free, King. How, madam ? Russians ?

For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

Ros. Madam, speak true : It is not so, my lord ; Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. My lady, (to the manner of the days,')

Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, In courtesy, gives undeserving praise:

That

you stand forfeit, being those that sue ?6* We four, indeed, confronted here with four

Biron. Peace ; for I will not have to do with

you. In Russian habit': here they stay'd an hour, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. They did not bless us with one happy word. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude I dare rot call them fools ; but this I think,

transgression, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. Some fair excuse. Biron. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle sweet, Prin.

The fairest is confession. Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd? : With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,

King. Madam, I was. By light we lose light: Your capacity

Prin.

And were you well advis'd ? Is of that nature, ihat to your huge store

King. I was, fair madam. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Prin.

When you then were hero, Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my What did you whisper in your lady's ear? eye,

King. That more than all the world I did respect Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.

her. Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will It were a fault lo snatch words from my tongue.

reject her. Birot 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. King. Upon mine honour, no. Ros. All the fool mine?

Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear; Biron.

I cannot give you less. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ? King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Biron, Where? when ? what visor ? why demand Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline,

What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Ras. There, then, that visor; that superfluous Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear case,

As precious eye-sight; and did value me That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, King. We are descried; they'll mock us now That he would wed me, or else die my lover. downright.

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Dem. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your high

Most honourably doth uphold his word.

King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my ness sad ?

troth, Rox. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why I never swore this lady such an oath. look you pale ?

Ros. By heaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain, Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy:

You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; perjury.

I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Can any fáce of brass hold longer out ? Prin. Pardon, me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Here stand 1, lady; dart thy skill at me; And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ; Biron. Neither of either; I remít both twain.

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; I see the trick on't :-Here was a consent, And I will wish thee never more to dance,

(Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) Nor never more in Russian habit wait.

To dash it like a Christmas comedy : 0! never will I trust to speeches pennid, Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue ;

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 jeers ;'° and knows the Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,

trick Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Told our intents before, which once disclos'd, I do forswear them, and I here protest,

The ladies did change favours; and then wo, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of sho. knows!)

Now, to our perjury to add more terror, Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd We are again forsworn; in will and error, "! In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :

Much upon this it is :--And might not you, And, to begin, wench, --so God help me, la !-

[To BOYET. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or haw. Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.*

Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,"? 1 After the fashion of the times.

And laugh upon the apple of her eye? 2 Mistress.

3 A metaphor from the pile of velvet. 41. e. without French words, I pray you.

8 An agreement, a conspiracy. See as You Like It, 5 This was the inscription put upon the doors of houses Act ii. Sc. 2. infected with the plague. The tokens of the plague 9 Buffoon. Here the first spots or discolorations of the skin. 10 The old copies read yeeres, the emendation in

6. That is, how can those be liable to forfeiture that I'heobald's. begin the process? The quibble lies in the ambiguity 11 i. e. first in will, and afterwards in error. of the word sue, which signifies to proceed to law, and 12 From esquierre, Fr. rule, or square. The sense is

similar to the proverbial saying-he has got the length 7 d. you care not, or do not regard forswearing. hof her fool.

And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Prin. Doth this man serve God ?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?

Biron. Why ask you

? You put our page out : Go, you are allow'd ;' Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making, Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweel, honey moYou leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, narch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding Wounds like a leaden sword.

fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : But we Boyet.

Full merrily will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. wish you the peace of mind, most royal couple Biron, Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace ; I have ment.

(Erit ARMADO. done.

King. Here is like to be a good presence of wor Enter CostARD.

thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,

Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

Armado's page, Hercules ; the pedani, Judas Ma Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,

chabeus. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.

And if these four worthies in their first show thrire, Biron. What, are there but three? Cost. No, sir; but it is vara fine, These four will change habits, and present the other

five. For every one pursents three.

Biron. There is five in the first show.
Biron.
And three times thrice is nine.

King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.
Cost. Not so, sir ; under correction, sir; I hope,

Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, it is not so:

the fool, and the boy :-You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know :

A bare throw at novum;& and the whole world again,

Cannot prick' out five such, take each one in his vein. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Biron.

Is not nine.

King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

amain. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where

[Seats brought for the King, Princess, &r until it doth amount. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for

Pageant of the Nine Worthies. nine.

Enter CostaRD armid, for Pompey. Cost. O lord, sir, it were pity you should get your

Cost. I Pompey am, living by reckoning, sir. Biron. How much is it?

Boyet.

You lie, you are not be.

Cost. I Pompey am, Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it duth amount: for Boyet.

With libbard's head on knee.

Biron Well said, old mocker; I must needs be my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one

friends with thee. man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. Biron, Art thou one of the worthues ?

Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey, surnam'd the big,Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of

Dum. The great. Pompion the great: for mine own pari, I know not

Cost. It is yreat, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the great; the degree of ihe worthy; but I am to stand for him. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make a Biron. Go, bid them prepare.

foe to sweat : Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take And travelling along this coast, I here am come ty

chance ;

(Erit Costar). King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not ap- | And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet less of proach.

France. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'uis If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had some policy

done. To have one show worse than the king's and his

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Cost. "Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was company. King. I say, they shall not come.

perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now;

Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the That sport best pleases, that doth least know how? best worthy. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for Alexander. Die in the zeal of them which it presents, a Their form confounded makes most form in mirth;

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's When great things labouring perish in their birth. By cast, west, north, and south, I spread my cor

commander; Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.

quering might : Enter ARMADO.

My 'scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisando. Arm. Anointod, I implore so much expense of thy

Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it

stands too right. royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. (ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers

Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenderhim a paper.)

smelling knight." Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, good

Alexander. 1 That is, you are an allowed or a licensed fool or jester.

2 In the old common law was a writ de idiota inqui. 4 Labouring here means in the act of parturition. rendo, under which if a man was legally proved an 5 This word is used again by Shakspeare in his 21 idiot, the profits of his lands, and the custody of his per: Sonnet : son, might be granted by the king to any subject. Such Making a couplement of proud compare.' a person, when this grant was asked, was said to be 6 A game at dice, properly called norem quinque, begged for a fool. See Blackstone, b. 1. c. 8. » 13. One from the principal throws being nine and fire. The of the legal tests appears to have been to try whether first folio reads Abate throw,' &c. The second folie, the party could answer a simple arithmetical question. which reads. A bare throw,' is evidently right. 3 The old copies read

7 Pick out. Dies in the zeal of that which it presents.'

S This alludes to the old heroic habits, which, on the The emendation in the text is Malone's, and he thus en knees and shoulders, had sometimes by way of orta deavours to give this obscure passage a meaning. The ment the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's heail. See word it, I believe, refers to spori. Thal sport, says the Cotgrave's Dictionary, in v. Masquine. princess, pleases best, where the actors are least skilful; where zcal strives to please, and the contents, or great the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his

9 It should be remembered, to relish this joke, that things attempted, perish in the very act of being pro-shoulders. duced, from the ardent zeal of those who present the sportive entertainment. It, however, may refer to con. itselfe that all the appare! he wore next unto his body,

10 His (Alexander's) body had so sweet a smell of tents, and that word may mean the most material part looke thereof a passing delightful savour, as if it hal of the exhibition.

been perfumed." North's Plutarch.

some care,

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he door commander ; -

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

Enter ARMADO arm'd, for Hector. sander

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Biron. Pompey the great, —

Hector in arms.
Cost.
Your servant, and Costard.

Dum. Though my mocks come home by mo, I Biron. Take

away

the
conqueror, take away

will now be merry. Alisander.

K’ing, Hector was but a Trojan” in respect of this. Cast. 0, sir, (To NATH.) you have overthrown Alisander ihe conqueror ! You will be scraped out

Boyet. But is this Hector ? of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds

Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool,' will be given Lmg. His leg is too big for Hector.

Dum. More call, certain. to A-jax : he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and a feard to speak! run away for shame,

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small.

Biron. This cannot be Hector. Alisander. (Nath. retires.] There, an'i shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you,

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neigh

Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lancess the al

mighty, bour, in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for

gift, Alisander, alas, you see how 'tis ;-a little o'er- | Gave Hector a

Dim. A gilt nutmeg. parted :- But there are worthies a coming will speak

Biron. A lemon. their mind in some other sort.

Long. Stuck with cloves. Prin. Stand aside, good Ponipey.

Dum. No, cloven. Enter HOLOFERNEs arm’d, for Judas, and Moth Arm. Peace. arm'd, for Hercules.

The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of llion ; Hl. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus, From morn till night, out of his pavilion. And, when he was a babe, a child, o shrimp,

I am that flower, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus; Dim.

That mint. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

Long.

That columbine. Ergo, I come with this apology.

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs

(Exit Moth. against Hector. Hol. Judas I am,

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound, Dum. A Judas!

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Ho. Not Iscariot, sir.

sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.

when he breathid, he was a man-But I will forDum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. ward with my device : Sweet royalty, (to the PrinBiron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou prov'd cess] bestow on me the sense of hearing. Judas?

[Biron whispers CoSTARD, Hol. Judas I am,

Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much deDum. The more shame for you, Judas.

lighied. Hol. What mean you, sir ?

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Hol . Begin, sir ; you are my elder.

Dim. He may not hy the yard. Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,elder.

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

gone; she is two months on her way. Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Arm. What meanest thou ? Hol. What is this?

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Boyet. A cittern head.2

the poor wench is cast away: she's quick ; the child Drim. The head of a bodkin.

brags in her belly already;

'tis

yours. Biros. A death's face in a ring.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? Img. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. thou shalt die. Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for JaqueDem. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.'

netta that is quick by him; and bany'd, for Pompey Birm. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.* that is dead by him. Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Dum. Most rare Pompey! Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer: Boyet. Renowned Pompey! And

now, forward; for we have put thee in coun Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great tenance.

Pompey! Pompoy the huge! Hal. You have put me out of countenance.

Dum. Hector trembles. Biron. False ; we have given thee faces.

Biron. Pompey is moved :--More Ates,? more Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Ates; stir them on! stir them on! Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Dum, Hector will challenge him. Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him

go. Biron, Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's And se adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why' dost thou stay? belly than will sup a flea. Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Årm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Biron. For the ass to the Jude? give it him : Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Jud-as, away.

man ;' I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-I pray Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

you,

let me borrow my arms again. Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows dark, he may stumble.

hal-bands, girilles, manties, &c. a brooch of lan, because of bis pale and wan complexion, his leaden hue.

5 Trojan is supposed to have been a can! term for | This alludes to the arms given, in the old history a thief. It was, however, a familiar oame for any equal of the Nine Worthies, lo Alexander, the which did or interior. hear geules a lion or, sejante in a chayer, holding a 6 i. e. lance-men.

7 i. e. more instigation. Ate was the goddess of dis. 2 The cillern, a musical instrument like a guitar, cord. had usually a head grotesquely carved at the extremity 8 Vir Boreulis, a clown. See An Optick Glasse of of the neck and finger-board: hence these jests. Humours, by T. W. 1663. The reference may be, 3 1. e. a soldier's powder-horn.

however, to the particular use of the quarter-staff in the 4 A brooch was an ornamental clasp for fastening northern counties,

battle-axe argent.'

1

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Drem. Most resolute Pompey!

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? Our love being yours, the error that love makes What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false,

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will By being once false for ever to be true not combat in my shirt,

To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, the challenge.

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Biron. What reasons have you for't ?

Your favours, the embassadors of love; Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; And, in our maiden council, rated them I go woolward' for penance.

At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for As bombast, and as lining to the time : want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore But more devout than this, in our respects, 'nono, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that a' Have we not been; and therefore met your loves wears next his heart for a favour.

In their own fashion, like a merriment.

Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Enter a Messenger MONSIEUR MERCADE.

than jest. Mer. God save you, Madam.

Long. So did our looks.
Ros,

We did not quotes them.so. Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

Grant us your loves. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring,

Prin.

A time, methinks, loo short Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

To make a world-without-end bargain in:
Prin. Dead, for my life.
Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Full of dear guiltiness ; and, therefore this, --> Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath :

If for my love (as there is no such cause) I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole You wis do aught, this shall you do for me:

Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.

(Eseunt Worthies.

To some forlorn and naked hermitage, King. How fares your majesty ?

Remote from all the pleasures of the world; Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.

There stay, until the twelve celestial signs King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, stay.

Have brought about their annual reckoning: Prin. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious Change not your offer made in heat of blood;

If this austere insaciable life lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,

If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds," Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

But that it bear this trial, and last love ;
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
The liberal opposition of our spirits :

Then at the expiration of the year,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, In the converse of breath, your gentleness

And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord !

I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut

My woful self up in a mourning house; A heavy heart bears not an humble* tongue :

Raining the tears of lamentation,
Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks

For the remembrance of my father's death.
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form if this thou do deny, let our hands part;

Neither intitled in the other's heart.
All causes to the purpose of his speed;

King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, And often, at his very loose, decides

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, That which long process could not arbitrate :

The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! And though the mourning brow of progeny

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

Biron. And what to me, my love ? and wbal to The holy suit which fain it would convince ;

me ? Yet, since love's argument was first on fooi,

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank ; Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purpos’d ; since, to wail friends lost, Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

You are attaint with faults and perjury; Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,

A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Dum. But what io me, my love ? but what to me! Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of

Kath. A wife!—A beard, fair health, and hongrief;

esty; And by these badges understand the king.

With three-fold love I wish you all these three. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies,

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

Kath. Not so, my lowl:-a twelvemonth and a Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents;

day

I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,-,

Come when the king doth to my lady come, As love is full of unbefitting strains ;

Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and therefore, like the eye,

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,

Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.

Long. What says Maria ? Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, To every varied object in his glance :

I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Which party-coated presence of loose love

5 Loose may mean at the moment of his parting, i. e. I That is, clothed in wool, and not in linen. A pen- of his getting loose or away from us. ance often enjoined in times of superstition.

6 i. e. which it fain would succeed in obtaining. 2 Armado probably means to say in bis affected style 7 Tempted. that he had discovered he was wronged.' 'One may 8 Thus in Decker's Satiromastix: 'You shall swear. see day at a little hole,' is a proverb.

not to bombast out a new play with the old tinings of 3 Free, to excess.

jests.' By nomblo is here meant obsequiously thankful. 9 Regard.

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