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Unless you can find sport in their intents, This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Extremely stretch'd, and connd with cruel pain, • Presenteth moonshine : for, if you will know, To do you service.

• By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The.

I will hear that play; *To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. For never any thing can be amiss,

* This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, When simpleness and duty tender it.

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. ||Did scare away, or rather did aifright:

[Erit Philostrate.. And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, • Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : And duty in his service perishing.

• Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. Why, gente sweet, you shall see no such * And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : thing.

Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. • He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for. And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, nothing.

• His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : · Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, And what poor duty cannot do,

At large discourse, while here they do remain.' Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.

(Ereunt Prol Thisbe, Lion, and Moonsbine. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may,

when Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

many asses do. Make periods in the midst of sentences,

Wall. • In this same interlude, it doth befall, Throttle their practix'd accent in their fears, • That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, * And such a wall, as I would have you think, Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, And in the modesty of fearful duty

• Did whisper often very secretly. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue • This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

show Love, therefore, and tongue-lied simplicity, That I am that same wall; the truth is so: In least, speak most, to my capacity.

• And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' Enter Philostrate.

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is

better addrest.1

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard The. Let hiro approach. (Flourish of trumpets. | discourse, my lord. Enter Prologue.

The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence! Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.

Enter Pyramus. That you should think, we come not to offend, Pyr. Ogrim-look'd night! O night with hue so But with good will. To show our simple

skill,

black ! That is the true beginning of our end.

O night, which ever art, when day is not ! Consider then, we come but in despite.

O night, О night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as minding to content you, I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! Our true intent is. Au for your delight, * And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, We are not here. That you should here repent • That stand'st between her father's ground and you,

mine ; The actors are at hand; and, by their show, Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, You shall know all, that you are like to know. • Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

eyne. (Wall holds up his fingers. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt,||. Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It

this ! is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

• But what see I? No Thisby do I see. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, *0 wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ; like a child on a recorder ;2 a sound, but not in Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!' government.

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should The. His speech was like a tangled chain; no curse again. thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and|| me, is Thisby's cue : she is to enter now, and I am

spy Lion, as in dumb show.

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fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this

Enter Thisbe. • But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my • This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

moans, • This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. For parting my fair Pyramus and me : • This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present|| My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; · Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers • Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' sunder:

Pyr. • I see a voice; now will I to the chink, • And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are con To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. tent

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Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, 1 am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon. grace ;

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, • And like Limander am I trusty still.'

that the lantern is the moon ; I, the man in the This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. •As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.' Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; Pyr. 'O, kiss me through the hole of this viles for they are in the moon. But, silence; bere comes wall.'

Thisbe. This. “I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'

Enter Thisbe. Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?"

This. . This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my This. • Tide life, tide death, I come without de

love?" lay.'

Lion. • OhWall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;

[The Lion roars. Thisbe runs off. . And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.' Dem. Well roared, lion.

(Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Well run, Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two Hip. Well shone, moon.—Truly, the moon neighbours.

shines with a good grace. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so The. Well moused, lion. wilful to hear without warning:

(The Lion lears Thisbe's mantle, and exit. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Lys. And then the moon vanishes. the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

Enter Pyramus. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

Pyr. Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they

beams; of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. • I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Here come tiro noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams,

• I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. Enter Lion and Moonshine.

• But stay ;-0 spite! Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do • But mark :-Poor knight, fear

• What dreadful dole is here! • The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on

Eyes, do you see? floor,

O dainty duck! O dear! May now, perchance, both quake and tremble

Thy manile good, here,

• What, stain'd with blood ? • When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Approach, ye furies fell! • Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am

O fates! come, come ; • A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:

• Cut thread and thrum ;2 • For if I should as lion com. in strife

• Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!"3 • Into this place, 'twere pit on my life.'

The. This passion, and the death of a dear The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con- friend, would go near to make a man look sad. science.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that Pyr. 'O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions e'er I saw.

frame? Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. • Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : The. True; and a goose for his discretion. " Which is no, no—which was the fairest dame,

Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot • That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

cheer. 4 The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his

• Come, tears, confound; valour ; for the goose carries not the fox. It is

Out, sword, and wound well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to • The pap of Pyramus : the moon.

• Ay, that left pap; Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon pre

"Where heart doth hop: sent:'

• Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Dem. He should have worn the horns on bis

• Now am I dead, head.

• Now am I fled; The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi • My soul is in the sky : ble within the circumference.

Tongue, lose thy light! Moon. •This lantern doth the horned moon

• Moon, take thy flight! present;

• Now, die, die, die, die, die. • Myself the man i' th' moon do seem to be.'

[ Dies.-Erit Moonshine. The. This is the greatest crror of all the rest : Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but the man should be put into the lantern : How is itone. else the man i' th' moon?

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: || he is nothing. for, you see, it is already in snuff.?

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Hip. I am aweary of this moon : Would, he recover, and prove an ass. would change!

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all The. She will find him by star-light-Here she reason, we must stay the time.

comes; and her passion ends the play. (1! In anger; a quibble. (2) Coarse yarn.

(3) Destroy. (4) Countenance.

Enter Thisbe.

From the presence of the sun, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one,

Following darkness like a dream, for such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief.

Now are frolic; not a mouse Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py

Shall disturb this hallow'd house : ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

I am sent, with broom before,
Lys. She hath spied him already with those To sweep the dust behind the door.
sweet eyes.
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.-

Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train.
This. • Asleep, my love?

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, • What, dead, my dove?

By the dead and drowsy fire : • Pyramus, arise,

Every elf, and fairy sprite,
*Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hop as light as bird from brier;
Dead, dead ? A tomb

And this ditty, after me, • Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Sing and dance it trippingly.
• These lily brows,

T'ita. First rehearse this song by rote:
This cherry nose,

To each word a warbling note, * These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Hand in hand, with fairy grace. . Are gone, are gone :

Will we sing, and bless this place.
• Lovers, make moan!
• His eyes were green as leeks.

SONG, AND DANCE.
• O sisters three,
• Come, come, to me,

Obe. Now, until the break of day, • With hands as pale as milk ;

Through this house each fairy stray.

To the best bride-bed will we,
• Lay them in gore,
"Since you have shore

Which by us shall blessed be; • With shears his thread of silk.

And the issue, there create,

Ever shall be fortunate. · Tongue, not a word :

So shall all the couples three Come, trusty sword; • Come, blade, my breast imbrue;

Ever true in loving be:
• And farewell, friends ;-

And the blots of nature's hand
Thus, Thisby ends :

Shall not in their issue stand; • Adieu, adieu, adieu.'

[Dies.

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the

Nor mark prodigious, such as are dead.

Despised in nativity, Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Shall upon their children be.Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that

With this field-dew consecrate, parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Every fairy take his gait;4 epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between

And each several chamber bless, two of our company?

Through this palace with sweet peace : The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

E'er shall it in safety rest, needs no excuse. Never excuse'; for when the play

And the owner of it blest. ers are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

Trip away; Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and

Make no stay; hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

Meet me all by break of day. been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very | Puck. If we shadows have offended,

(Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask : let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns.

Think but this (and all is mended,) The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

That you have but slumber'd here, Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

While these visions did appear. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

And this weak and idle theme, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

No more yielding but a dream, This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd

Gentles, do not reprehend; The heavy gaitl of night.-Sweet friends, to bed. If you pardon, we will mend. A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

And, as I'm an honest Puck, In nightly revels, and new jollity. (Exeunt.

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
SCENE II.-Enter Puck.

We will make amends, ere long
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

Else the Puck a liar call. And the wolf behowls the moon;

So, good night unto you all. Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

Give me your hands, if we be friends, All with weary task fordone. 2

And Robin shall restore amends (Exit. Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in wo,
In remeinbrance of a shroud.

Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts Now it is the time of night,

in their various modes are well written, and give That the graves, all gaping wide,

the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Every one lets forth his sprite,

Fairies in his time were much in fashion ; common In the church-way paths to glide :

tradition had made them familiar, and Spencer's And we fairies, that do run

poem had made them great. By the triple Hecate's team,

JOHNSON (1) Progress. (2) Overcome.

(3) Portentous.

(4) Way.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
Ferdinand, king of Navarre.

A Forester.
Biron,
Longaville, lords, attending on the king. Princess of France.
Dumain,

Rosaline,
Boyet, lords, attending on the princess of Maria, ladies, attending on the princess.
Mercade, France.

Katharine,
Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Jaquenetta, a country wench.
Sir Nathaniel, a curate.
Holofernes, a schoolmaster.

Officers and others, attendants on the king and Dull, a constable.

princess. Costard, a clown. Moth, page to Armado.

Scene, Navarre.

ACT I.

As, not to see a woman in that term;

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : SCENE I.–Navarre. A park, with a palace|| And, one day in a week to touch no food;

in it. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and And but one meal on every day beside; Dumain.

The which, I hope, is not enrolled there :

And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, King.

And not be seen to wink of all the day ;

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. The endeavour of this present breath may buy King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please; edge,

I only swore, to study with your grace, And make us heirs of all eternity.

And stay here in your court for three years' space. Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. That war against your own affections,

Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in And the huge army of the world's desires,

jest. Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force : What is the end of study? let me know. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ;

King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our court shall be a little académe,

not know. Still and contemplative in living art.

Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, That are recorded in this schedule here:

To know the thing I am forbid to know : Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names ; || As thus–To study where I well may dine, That his own hand may strike his honour down, When I to feast expressly am forbid; That violates the smallest branch herein :

Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

When mistresses from common sense are hid: Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,

Long. I am resolv'd : 'tis but a three years' fast; | Study to break it, and not break my troth.
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Study knows that, which yet it doth not know :
Make rich the ribs, but bank’rout quite the wits. Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; King. These be the stop that hinder study quite,
The grosser manner of these world's delights

And train our intellects to vain delight. He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : Biron. Why all delights are vain ; but tha To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;

most vain, With all these living in philosophy.

Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain : Biron. I can but say their protestation over, So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,

As, painfully to pore upon a book, That is, To live and study here threc years.

To seek the like of truth; while truth the while But there are other strict observances :

Doth falselyl blind the eyesight of his look:

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile :

So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, (1) Dishonestly, treacherously. Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

common sense ;

Study me how to please the eye indeed, Therefore this article is made in vain,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Whó dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, King. What say you, lords? why, this was And give him light that was it blinded by.

quite forgot Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

Biron. So study evermore is overshot ; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; || While it doth study to have what it would, Small have continual plodders ever won, It doth forget to do the thing it should : Save base authority from others' books.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, 'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lost. That give a name to every fixed star,

King. We must, of force, dispense with this Have no more profit of their shining nights,

decree; Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. She must lie3 here on mere necessity. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn And every godfather can give a name.

Three thousand times within this three years' King. How well he's read, to reason against

space : reading!

For every man with his affects is born ; Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro Not by might master'd, but by special grace: ceeding!

If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the I am forsworn on mere necessity.-weeding

So to the laws at large l write my name : Biron. The spring is near, when green geese

[Subscribes. are a breeding.

And he that breaks them in the least degree, Drem. How follows that?

Stands in attainder of eternal shame : Biron.

Fit in his place and time. Suggestions are to others, as to me; Dum. In reason nothing.

But, I believe, although I seem so loth, Biron.

Something then in rhyme. I am the last that will last keep his oath. Long. Biron is like an envious sneapingl frost, But is there no quick5 recreation granted :

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. King. Ay, that there is : our court, you know, Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud sum

is haunted mer boast,

With a refined traveller of Spain; Before the birds have any cause to sing? A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : At Christmas, i no more desire a rose

One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;2 Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; But like of each thing, that in season grows. A man of complements, whom right and wrong So you, to study now it is too late,

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu! For interim to our studies, shall relate, Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay In high-born words, the worth of many a knight with you :

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;

Than for that angel knowledge you can say, But I protest, I love to hear him lie, Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore, And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

And 'bide the penance of each three years' day. Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, Give me the paper, let me read the same; A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

sport; shame!

And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. [Reads.) Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.-

Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard. And hath this been proclaim'd ?

Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Long

Four days ago

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Biron. Let's see the penalty:

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I (Reads.] --On pain of losing her tongue. am his grace's tharborough:? but I would see his

Who devis'd this? || own person in flesh and blood. Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. This is he. Biron. Sweet lord, and why?

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.Long. To fright them hence with that dread There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you

penalty Biron. A dangerous law against gentility, Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching

(Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall King. A letter from the magnificent Arma do. endure such public shame as the rest of the court Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in can possibly devise.

God for high words. This article, my liege, yourself must break; Long. A high hope for a low having : God grant

For, well you know, here comes in embassy us patience! The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing ? speak,

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modeA maid of grace, and complete majesty, rately; or to forbear both. About surrender-up of Aquitain

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us To ber decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father : cause to climb in the merriness. (1) Nipping. (2) Games, sports. (5) Lively, sprightly.

(6) Called. 13) Reside. (4) Temptations.

(7) i. e. third-borough, a peace-officer.

more.

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