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Arm. Some enigma, some riddle : come,-thy || rance ; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing l'envoy;l-begin.
but this : Bear this significant to the country-maid Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ; (Giving him in the mail, sir : 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; || money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, reno l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain | warding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit.
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter ; thy Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, silly thought, my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs
adieu. provokes me to ridiculous siniling : 0, pardon me, Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incons2 my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for
(Exit Moth. l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunera
Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : l'envoy a salve?
three farthings-remuneration. What's the price Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse of this inkle ? a penny :--No, I'll give you a reto make plain
muneration : why, it carries it.--Remuneration ! Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will sain.
never buy and sell out of this word. I will example it : The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Enter Biron. Were still at odds, being but three.
Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly There's the moral : Now the l'envoy.
well met. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon again.
may a man buy for a remuneration? Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Biron. What is a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Moth. Until the goose came out of door, Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee : with my l'envoy.
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Biron. O, this afternoon. Staying the odds by adding four.
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. Would you desire more?
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. that's flat :
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be morning. fat.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and slave, it is but this ;loose :
The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
And in her train there is a gentle lady; Arm. Come hither, come hither : How did this When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her argument begin?
name, Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in And Rosaline they call her: ask for her ; a shin.
And to her white hand see thou do commend Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon ;' go. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came
(Gives him money. your argument in ;
Cost. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : Most bought;
sweet guerdon SI will do it, sir, in print.GuerAnd he ended the market.
(Erit. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that broken in ashin?
have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
very beadle to a humorous sigh ; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth ; I will A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ; speak that l'envoy:
A domineering pedant o'er the boy, I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! Fell over the threshold, and broke my'shin. This whimpled,5 wbining, purblind, wayward boy ;
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :-I smell Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, come l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Dread prince of plackets,6 king of cod pieces, Arm. By iny sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Sole imperator, and great general liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert im- of trotting paritors, 1-0 my little heart! mured, restrained, captivated, bound.
And I to be a corporal of his field, Cost. True, true; and now you will be my pur-|| And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! gation, and let me loose.
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du- A woman, that is like a German clock, (1) An old French term for concluding verses, (4) With the utmost exactness. which served either to convey the moral, or to ad. (5) Hooded, veiled. (6) Petticoats. dress the poem to some person.
(7) The officers of the spiritual courts who serve (2) Delightful.
Still a repairing ; ever out of frame;
Enter Costard. And never going aright, being a watch,
Prin. Here comes a member of the commonBut being watch'd that it may still go right?
wealth. Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all;
Cost. God dig-you-den' all ! Pray you, which is And, among three, to love the worst of all;
the head lady? A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
that have no heads. Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : And I to sigh for her! to watch for her
Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
is truth. That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, gue, and groan ;
One of these maids' girdles for your waist should
be fit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.
Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one ACT IV.
lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
of mine : SCENE I.-Another part of the same. Enter || Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve;
the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, || Break up this capon.2 Lords, attendants, and a Forester.
I am bound to serve.Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse. This letter is mistook, it importeth none here ; so hard
It is writ to Jaquenetta.
We will read it, I swear: Against the steep uprising of the bill?
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting || is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous ;
Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ;
truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than On Saturday we will return to France.
fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! That we must stand and play the murderer in?
The magnanimous and most ilustrate3 king CoFor. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice ; phetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, I rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.
the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar.') videlicet, For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
he came, saw, and overcame : he came, one ; saw, Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again | two; overcame, three
. Who came ? the king ;
Why did he come? to see ; Why did he see ? lo short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for wo!
overcome : To whom came he ? to the beggar; For. Yea, madam, fair.
What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he? Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
side ? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;
side the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; (Giving him money.
On whose side ? the king's-no, on both in one, or Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
one in both. I am the king ; for so stands the For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. . comparison : thou the beggar ; for so witnesseth
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: heresy in fair, fit for these days!
Shall I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I entreat A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. || thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,
rags? robes ; For tittles, tilles : For thyself, me. And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
on thy every part. If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
Thine, in the dearest design of industry. That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
Don Adriano de Armado. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ;
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, | Submissive
fall his princely feet before, We bend to that the working of the heart:
And he from forage will incline to play: As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove- Prin. What plume of feathers is be, that indited reignty
this letter? Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear Lords o'er their lords?
better? Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford
Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember To any lady that subdues a lord.
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it (1) God give you good even.
erewhile. 4 (2) Open this letter. (3) Ilustrious.
(4) Just now.
Boyet. This 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 the prince, and his book-mates.
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word : To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Who gave thee this letter?
a' will swear! Cost.
I told you; my lord. || And his page o' l'other side, that handful of wit! Prin. To whom should'st thou give it? Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Cost. From my lord to my lady. Sola, sola!
[Shouting within. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
(Exit Costard, running. Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline.
SCENE II.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,
Nathaniel, and Dull. lords, away.
Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day. the testimony of a good conscience.
(Erit Princess and Train. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now bangeth Ros.
Shall I teach you to know? | like a jewel in the ear of calo,—the sky, the welBoyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
kin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. || the face of terra,—the soil, the land, the earth. Finely put off!
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns ; but, if thou are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : marry,
But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud crcdo. Finely put on!
Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Boyet.
And who is your deer? | insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explicaRos. If we choose by the horns, yourself: cometion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, os
tentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his Finely put on, indeed !
undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, unMar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and trained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, unconshe strikes at the brow.
firmed fashion—to insert again my haud credo for Boyet. But she herself is hit lower : Have I hit a deer. her now?
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old say. Il'twas a pricket. ing, that was a man when king Pepin of France Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !-0 thou was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it was a little wench, as touching the bit it. were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. (Singing replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
; Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be An I cannot, another can. (Exeunt Ros. and Kath. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts
that do fructify in us more than he. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
or a fool, Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they | So, were there a patch2 set on learning, to see him both did hit it.
in a school : Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, mark, says my lady!
Many can brook' the weather, that love not the Let the mark have a prick'in't, to miete at, if it
Dull. You two are book-men : Can you tell by Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand
your wit, is out.
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er
five weeks old as yet? hit the clout
Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your
man Dull. hand is in.
Dull. What is Dictynna ? Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips was no more ; grow foul.
And raught not to five weeks, when he came to Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal
five score. lenge her to bowl.
The allusion holds in the exchange. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the
good owl. (Ereunt Boyet and Maria. exchange. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the alluLord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! ||sion holds in the exchange. O'my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the er. wit!
change; for the moon is never but a month old: (1) A species of apple, (2) A low fellow.
and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prin- , Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful cess kill'd.
prove; Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour
osiers bowed. the ignorant, I have callid the deer the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine kill'd, a pricket.
eyes ; Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge ; so Where all those pleasures live, that art would it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
comprehend: Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall sufargues facility.
fice; The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'da pretty Well learned is that tongue, that well can theo pleasing pricket ;
commend : Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made | Allignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder; sore with shooting.
(Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts The dogs did yell ; put L to sore, then sorel jumps
admire ;) from thicket;
Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a
dreadful thunder, hooting
Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; 0 Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, sore L!
That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but
tongue! one more L.
Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Nath. A rare talent !
the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, him with a talent.
facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. OviHol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple;dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing : so doth revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and horse' his rider.-But damosella virgin, was this deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the directed to you? gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am Jag. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of thankful for it.
the strange queen's lords. Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the may my parishioners ; for their sons are weil tutor’d || snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaby you, and their daughters profit very greatly un-line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, der you : you are a good member of the common for the nomination of the party writing to the person wealth.
written unto : Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they Your ladyship's in all desired employment, shall want no instruction : if their daughters be
BIRON. capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a seEnter Jaquenetta and Costard.
quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Trip and go, my sweet ; deliver this paper into the
or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Hól
. Master parson,- quasi pers-on. And if one royal hand of the king; it may concern much : Stay should be pierced, which is the one ?
not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu ! Cost. Marry, master schoolmàster, he that is
Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save likest to a hogshead. Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of
Cost. Have with thee, my girl. conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint,
(Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty ; it is well.
Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this letter ; it was given me by Costard, and sent
very religiously; and, as a certain father saith
Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear me from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it.
colourable colours. But, to return to the verses ; Hol. Fauste, precor gelidâ quando pecus omne Did they please you, sir Nathaniel? sub umbra.
Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Ruminat, -and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice : Il pupil of mine ; where if, before repast, it shall
Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain Vinegia, Vinegia,
please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia. on my privilege I have with the parents of the foreOld Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth said child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; thee not, loves thee not.-U1, re, sol, la, mi, fa.-ed, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention :
where I will prove those verses to be very unlearnUnder pardon, sir, what are the contents ? or, rather, as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ?
I beseech your society. Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
Nath. And thank you tro: for society (saith the Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, text) is the happiness of life. domine.
Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly conNath. If love make me forsworn, how shall 1| cludes it. --Sir, (To Dull.] I do invite you too; you swear to love?
shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; the Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty gentles are at their game, and we will to our revowed! creation.
(Exeunt. (1) Horse adorned with ribbands.
(2) In truth.
SCENE III.-Another part of the same. Enter | These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Biron. (Aside.) O, rhymes are guards on wanton Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I
Cupid's hose :
am coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am Disfigure not his slop.
This same shall go.toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles ; defile !' a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they
(He reads the sonnet. say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad
("Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) as Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep :
Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye,
A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove, by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her;
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ; world but lie, and lje in my throat. By heaven, 1
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : be melancholy ; and here is part of my rhyme, and
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth here my melancholy. Well , she hath one o’my || Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is :
shine, sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool; if by me broke, What fool is not so wise,
If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one
To lose an oath to win a paradise ? with a paper ; God give him grace to groan! Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which (Gets up into a tree.
makes flesh a deity; Enter the King, with a paper.
A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out of King. Ah me! Biron. (.Aside.) Shot, by heaven !-Proceed,
Enter Dumain, with a paper. sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap :-l'faith secrets.
Long. By whom shall I send this? -Company! stay.
(Stepping aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun Biron. (Aside.) All hid, all hid, an old infant gives not
play: To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote | And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : | More sacks to the mill ! O heavens, I have my wish; Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Dumain transform'd : four woodcocks in a dish! Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum. O most divine Kate! As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Biron. O most profane coxcomb! (Aside.
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you So ridest thou triumphing in my lie.
(Aside. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
Dum. Her amber bairs for foul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief will show :
coted. But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
(Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel? Dum. As upright as the cedar. No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.- Biron.
Stoop, I say ; How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the paper ; || Her shoulder is with child.
(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? Dum.
As fair as day. (Steps aside. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must
shine. Enter Longaville, with a paper.
Dum. O that I had my wish! What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear. Long.
And I had mine! Aside. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, ap- King. And I mine too, good Lord! (Aside.
Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.
(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear- Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she ing papers,
(.Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incishame!
sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name? || Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! [Aside.
(Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ? Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Birdo. (Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; not
writ. by two, that I know :
Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of so
Dum. On a day (alack the day? The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim
Love, whose month is ever May, plicity.
Spied a blossom, passing fair, Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvet leaves the wind, O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death, (1) Outstripped, surpassed.
Wh'd himself the heaven's breath.