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Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, sharp mocks?
Let's mock them still, as well known, as disWill you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
guis'd : Kath. T en die a calf, before your horns do Let us complain to then what fools were here, grow.
Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless* gear; Long. One word in private with you,ere I die. And wonder, what they were ; and to what end Kuth. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd, you cry.
[They converse apart. And their rough carriage so ridicuious, Boyet. The longues of mocking wenches are Should be presented at our tent to us. as keen
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are As is the razor's edge invisible,
at hand. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Prin. Whip to our tents, as 1oes run over land. Above the sense of sense : so sensible
[Exeunt Prin. Ros. KATH. and Maria. Seemech their conference; their conceits have wings,
Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought,
DUMAIN, in their proper hubits. switter things. Ros. Not one word more,
maids ; my
King. Fair Sir, God save you! Where is the break
princess? off, break off. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure Command me any service to her thither? (ty,
Boyet. Gone to her tent, Please it your majes. scoff! King. Farewell, mad wenches ; you have
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for
one word. simple wits.
Boyet. I will; and so will she; I know, my [Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, Music and
Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons Prin.Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.
pease; Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet
And utters it again when God doth please :
He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares breaths puff'd out. Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
At wakes,and wassels,tmeetings,markets, fairs; gross; fat, fat. Prin. 0 poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to- Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; night?
He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is be, Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? This pert Birón was out of countenance qnite. This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy; Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases !
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. A meant most meanly; and, in ushering,
In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his | Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet; sword:
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: No point,*quoth I; and my servant straight was
This is the flower that smiles on every one, mute. Kath. Lord Longaville said,
I came o'er his And consciences, that will not die in debt,
To show bis teeth as white as whales' bune : $ And trow you, what fre call'd me? [heart;
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin. Qualm, perhaps. Kath. Yes, in good faith.
King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Prin. Go, sickness as thou art!
heart, Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain sta
That put Armado's page out of his part ! tute-caps.t But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.
Enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BoYET; Rosa Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith
LINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and Atiendants. to me.
Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, Kath. And Longaville was for my service born.
what wert thou,
(now? Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Till this man show'd thée ? and what art thou
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time Immediately they will again be here [ear:
of day! In their own shapes; for it can never be, Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. They will digest this harsh indignity.
King. Construe my speeches better, if you Prin. Will they return!
may. Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you And leap for joy, ihough they are lame with
King. We came to visit you; and purpose Therefore, change favours and, when they
To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
Prin. This field shall hold me; and so bold Prir. How blow? how blow? speak to be
your vow: understood.
Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjur'd men. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their King. Rebuke me not for that which you
provoke; Dismask'd, their damask sweet conmixture The virtue of your eye must break my oath, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. Prin. You nick.name virtue; vice you shourd
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, have spoke; If they return in their own shapes to woo ?
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. A quibble on the French adverb of negation, + Better wits may be found among citizens
+ Rustic merry-meetings. fotures, countenances.
* The tenor in music. į The tooth of the horse-whala
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure I do forswear them: and I here protest,
By this white glove, (how white the band, A world of torments though I should endure,
God knows !) I would not yield to be your house's guest: Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd So much I hate a breaking-cause to be
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. And, to begin wench,—so God help me, la ! King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Ros, Sans SANS, I pray you. Prin. Not so, my lord ; it is not so, I swear; Biron. Yet I have a trick We have had pastimes here, and pleasant of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; game;
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;A mess of Russians left us but of late.
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; King. How, madam? Russians ?
They are infected, in iheir hearts it lies; Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord;
They have the plague, and caught it of your Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
eyes: Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so, my These lords are visited; you are not free, My lady, (to the manner of the days,*) [lord; For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these We four, indeed, confronted here with four
tokens to us. In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to unAnd talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, I dare not call them fools; but this I think, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with drink.
you. Biron. This jest is dry to me-Fair, gentle Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. sweet,
(greet Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we
end. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude By light we lose light: Your capacity
transgression Is of that nature, that to your huge store Some fair excuse. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Prin. The fairest is confession. poor.
Were you not here, but even now disguis’d? ! Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in K’ing. Madam, I was. my eye,
Prin. And were you well advis'd ? Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
King. I was, fair madam. Ros. But that you take what doth to you be- Prin. When you then were here, long,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you Biron. I cannot give you less.
will reject her. Rus. Which of the visors was it, that you King. Upon mine honour, no. wore?
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear; (swear. Biron. Where? when? what visor? why de- Your oath once broke, you force not to formand you this?
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-RosaThat hid the worse, and show'd the better face.
line, King. We are descried : they'll mock us now What did the Russian whisper in your ear? downright.
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
dear Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your As precious eye-sight; and did value me highness sad?
Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Wly look you pale ?
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Most honourably doth uphold his word. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for King. What mean you, madam? by my life, perjury.
my troth, Can any face of brass hold longer out?- I never swore this lady such an oath. Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it Bruise me with scorn, contound me with
plain, a flout;
(rance; You gave me this: but take it, Sir, again. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my igno- King. My faith, and this, the princess I did Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
give; And I will wish thee never more to dance, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear:Nor never come in visor to my friend;t What; will you have me, or your pearl again?
Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, (song: I see the trick on'tı„Here was a consent,f
Three-pild hyperboles, spruce affeciation, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) Figures pedantical; these summer-flies To dash it like a Christmas comedy: (zany,
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight * After the fashiou of the times. + Mistress. + Make no difficulty. + Conspiracy * Buffoon.
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, Biron. A right description of our sport, my some Dick,
lord. That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,
Enter ARMADO. Told our intents before : which once disclos'd, Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense The ladies did change favours; and then we, of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. of words. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn ; in will, and error.
[ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers
him a paper.) Much upon this it is :-And might not you, Prin. Doth this man serve God ?
Biron. Why ask you? Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,*
making. And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey And stand between her back, Sir, and the fire, monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
vain : But we will put it, as they say, to forDie when you will, a smock shall be your tuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of shrowd.
mind, most royal couplemeni! (Exit ARMADO. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, King. Here is like to be a good presence of Wounds like a leaden sword.
worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Boyet. Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate,
Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the peBiron. Lo, be is tilting straight! Peace; I dant, Judas Machabæus. have done.
And if these four worthies in their first show Enter CostaRD.
These four will change habits, and present the Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
other five. Cost. O Lord, Sir, they would know, [no.
Biron. There is five in the first show. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. What, are there but three?
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgeCost. No, Sir; but it is vara fine,
priest, the fool, and the boy :For every one pursents three.
Abate a throw at novum ;* and the whole world Biron. And three times thrice is nine. Cost. Not so, Sir; under correction, Sir; I Cannot prickt out five such, take each one in
again, hope, it is not so:
his vein. You cannot beg us, Sir, I can assure you, Sir;
King. The ship is under sail, and here she we know what we know:
comes amain. I hope, Sir, three times thrice, Sir,
[Seats brought for the King, PRINCESS, &c. Biron. Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, Sir, we know where
Pageant of the Nine Worthies. until it doth amount.
Enter Costard arm'd, for Pompey. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Cost. I Pompey am, — Cost. O Lord, Sir, it were pity you should Boyet. You lie, you are not he. get your living by reckoning, Sir.
Cost. I Pompey am, Biron. How much is it?
Boyet. With libbard's head on knee. Cost. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves, Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs the actors, Sir, will show whereuntil it doth
be friends with thee. amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, Cost. I Pompeyam, Pompeysurnam'd the big ,but to parfect one man,-e'en one poor man ;
Dum. The great. Pompion the great, Sir.
Cost. It is great, Sir;-Pompey surnam'd the Biron, Art thou one of the worthies?
great ; Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know my fue to sweat : not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand And, trarelling along this coast, I here am come for him.
by chance ; Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
And lay my arms before the legs of this suect lass Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir; we will
of France. take some care. (Éxit Costard. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not
had done. approach.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; bui, I hope, I 'tis some policy
was perfect: I made a little fault in, great. To have one show worse than the king's and
Biron. My hat to a halt penny, Pompey proves his company,
the best worthy. King. I say they shall not come. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule
Enter NATHANIEL arm’d, for Alexander. you now;
show: Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the That sport best pleases, that doth least know world's commander; Where zeal strives to content, and the contents By east, west, north, and south, I spread my Die in the zeal of them wbich it presents,
conquering might : Their form confounded makes most form in My’scutcheon plain declares, that I an Alisander. mirth;
[birth. Boyet. Your pose says, no, you are not; for When great things labouring perish in their
it stands too right.
† Pick out.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Dum. For the latter end of his pame. tender-smelling knight.
Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him: Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed,
Jud-as, away. good Alexander.
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not Nath. "When in the world I liv'd, I was the
humble. world's commander ;
Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas: it grows Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so,
dark, he may stumble. Alisander.
Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath be Biron. Pompey the great,
Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector.
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, your lion, that hoids his poll-ax sitting on a I will now be merry., close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will be
Kiny. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard to
this. speak! run away for shame, Alisander. (NATH. Boyet. But is this Hector ? retires.). There, an't shall please you ; a fool
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean ish miíd man; an honest man, look you, and timber'd. soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neigh
Long. His leg is too big for Hector. bour, insooth; and a very good bowler: but,
Dum. More calf, certain. for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a lit
Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. tle o'erparted :-But there are worthies a com
Biron. This cannot be Hector. ing will speak their mind in some other sort.
Dum. He's a god or a painter: for he nakes Prin. Siand aside, good Pompey.
faces. Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and
Arm. The urmipotent Mars, of lances* the ala
Gave Hector a gift,-
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : Arm. Peace. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority ;
The armipotent Murs, of lances the almighty, Ergo, I come with this apology.
Gare Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yes [Exit Moth.
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am thut flower,
Dum. That mint.
Long. That columbine.
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rot-
ten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the
buried : when he breath'd, he was a man-But
I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty,
(to the PRINCESS.) bestow on me the sense of
[Biron whispers Costard.
Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.
Dum. He may not by the yard.
Arm. This Héctor fur surmounted Hannibal, -
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she
Arm. What meanest thou ?
Cost. Faith, unless you play the bonest I'ro-
jan, the poor wench is casi away: she's quick;
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among po-
tentates? thou shalt die.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Ja.
for Pompey that is dead by him.
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Dum. Hector trembles.
Ates; stir them on! stir them on !
Dum. Hector will challenge him.
| Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, Biron. Ay, if he have no more nian's blood
ladies, in's belly than will sup a flea.
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge hee. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a nor- And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, thern man ;* (U slash; l'il do it by the sword:-- As love is full of unbefitting strains; I pray you let m. borrow my arms again. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Cost. l'il do it in my shirt.
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole To every varied object in his glance : lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing Wbich party-coated presence of loose love for the combit? What mean you i you will lose Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, your reputation.
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; Tnose heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, I will not combit in my shirt.
Suggested* us to make: Therefore, ladies, Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Our love being yours, the error that love makes made the challenge.
Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. By being once false for ever to be true Biron. What reason have you tor't?
To those twat make us both,-fair ladies, you : Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no And even that falsehood, in itself a sin shirt; I go woolwardt for penance.
Thus purifies itselt, and turns to grace. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin' him in Rome Prin. we have reci d your letters, full of for want of linen : si ce when, I'll be sworn,
lose; he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetti's; Your favours, the ambassadors of love; and that 'a wears next his heart, iur a favour. And, in our maiden council, ratel them Enter MERCADE.
At courtship, pleisant jest, and courtesy,
As bumbasi, and as lining to the time : Mer. God save you, madam!
But more devout than this, in our respects, Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Have we not been; and therefore met your But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. In their own fashion, like a merriment. [loves Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I Dum. Our le ters, madam, show'd much bring,
more than jest. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- Long. Su did our looks. Prin. Dead, for my life.
Ros. We did not quotet them so. Mer. Even so; n.y tale is told.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Grant us your loves. cloud.
Prin. A time, methinks, too short Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free To make a world-without-end bargain in : breath: I have seen the day of wrong through No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur’d much, the little hole of discretion, and I will right Full of dear gultiness; and, therefore this, myselt like a soldier. (E.reunt Worthies. It for my love (as there is no such cause) King. How fares your majesty?
You will do aughi, this shall you do for me: Prin. Boyet, prepare; will away to-night. Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed King. Madani, not so; I do beseech you, stay. To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Prin. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious Remote from all the pleasures of the world; lords,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, Have brought about their annual reckoning: Out of a new-sad sou!, that you vouchsate If this austere insociable life In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Change not your ofler made in heat of blood : The liberalt opposition of our spirits :
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
weeds, In the converse of breath, your gentleness Nip not the gaudy blossoms of our love, Was guilty of it.-Fareweli, worthy lord ! But that it bear this trial, and last love; A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Then, at the expiration of the year, Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Cone challenge, challenge me by these deserts, For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
And, by this wirgin palm, vow kissing thine, King. The extreme parts of time extremely I will be thine; and, till that instint, shut All causes to the purpose of his speed; [form My woeful sett up in a mourning house; And otien, at his iery loose, decides
Kaining the tears of lamentation, That which long process could not arbitrate : For the remembrance of my father's death. And though the mourning brow of progeny If this thou do deny, let our hands part; Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Neither entitled in the other's heart. The holy suit which said it would convince; king. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Yet, since loves argument was first on toot, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it [ ost, The sudden hand of death close up.mine eye! Froin what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Is not by much so wholesome, protitable, Birun. And what to me, my love? and what As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
to me? Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are Ros. You mus: be purged too, your sins are double.
rank; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the You are attaint with faults and perjury; ear of grief;
Therefore if you my favour mean to get, And by these badges understand the king. A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, But seek the weary beds of people sick. • A clown. Clothed in wool, without linen. * Free to excess. Tempted. + Regard