ACT V.

SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Palace of Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
Theseus.

There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE,

And tragical, my noble lord, it is;

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Lords, and Attendants.

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers The passion of loud laughter never shed.

Made mine eyes water; but more mcrry tears speak of. The. More strange than true, I never may believe

The. What are they, that do play it? These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,

here, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

Which never labor'd in their minds till now; More than cool reason ever comprehends.

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories The lunatic, the lover and the poet,

With this same play, against your nuptual. Are of imagination all compact :

The. And we will hear it. One sces more devils than vast hell can hold;

Philost.

No, my noble lord, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,

It is not for you: I have heard it over, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

And it is nothing, nothing in the world; The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Unless you can find sport in their intents, Doth' glance from heaven to earth, from earth to Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, heaven,

To do you service, And, as imagination bodies forth

The.

I will hear that play; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

For never anything can be amiss, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

When simpleness and duty tender it. A local habitation and a name.

Go, bring them in;-and take your places, ladies. Such tricks hath strong imagination;

[Éxit PhilosTRATE. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'crcharg'd, It comprehends some bringer of that joy;

And duty in his service perishing. Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

T'he. Why, gentle sweet, you shall sce no such How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear?'

thing. Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. And all their minds transfigur'd so together,

The. The kinder we to give them thanks for nothMore witnesseth than fancy's images,

ing. And grows to something of great constancy;

Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

And what poor duty can do,

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and Where I have come, great clerks have purposed HELENA.

To greet me with premeditated welcomes; The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth - Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,

Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Accompany your hearts !

Throttle their practised accent in their fears,
Lys.
More than to us

And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed!

Not paying ine a welcome: Trust me, sweet, The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; we have,

And in the modesty of fearful duty To wear away this long age of three hours,

I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Between our after-supper, and bed-time?

Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Where is our usual manager of mirth!

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, What revels are in hand ? Is there no play,

In least, speak most, to my capacity.
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?

Enter PHILOSTRATE.
Call Philostrate.
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is The. Say what abridgements have you for this

addrest." evening?

The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets. What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Enter Prologue. Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe;

Prol. If we offend, it is with our good-will. Make choice of which your highness will see first. But with good-will. To show our simple skill,

That you should think, we come not to offend,

[Giving a paper. The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs consider then, we come but in despite.

That is the true beginning of our end. to be sung, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.

We do not come as minding to content you.

Our true intent is. All for your delight, We'll none of that: that have I told my love,

We are not here. That you should here repent In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

you. The riol of the tipsy Bacchanals,

The actors are at hand; and by their show,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
That is an old device; and it was play'd

You shall know all, that you are like to know. When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.

he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: That is some satire, keen, and critical,

It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Not sorting with a nuptual ceremony.

Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, a child on a recorder ;o a sound, but not in govern

And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth. ment. Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief?

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; no: That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. thing impaired but all disordered. Who is next? How shall we find the concord of this discord!

Enter PYRAMUS and THRE, Wall, Moonshine, Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long;

and Lion, as in dumb show. Which is as brief as I have known a play:

Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; • Compacted, made. • Pastimo. & Short account. * Ready

. A musical instrument

show ;

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“But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. Pyr. “Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me * This man is Pyramus, it you would know;

straightway?" “This beauteous lady Tliisby is, certain.

This." Tide life, lide death, I come without delay." “This man with lime and rough-cast, doth present

Wall.“ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; “Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers “And, being done, thus wall away doth go." sunder:

(Exeunt Wall, Pyrants, and Tasbe. " And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are

The. Now is the mural down belween the two content

neighbors. “To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so “This man with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,

wiltul to hear without warning: "Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, Hip. This is the silliest stuif that ever I heard. “By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and

“To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. “This grisly beast, wbich by name lion hight, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

theirs. “ Did scare away, or rather did affright:

The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they • And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;

of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. " Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Here come iwo noble beasts in, a moon, and a lion. “Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,

Enter Lion and Moonshine. “ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : “Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do “He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;

fear “And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,

“The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on “His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,

floor, "Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, "May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, “ At large discourse, while here they do remain.” “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar,

[Ex. Prol., Prr., THISBE, Lion, and Moonshine. “Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.

A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when For if I should as lion come in strife many asses do.

"Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” Wall. “In this same interlude, it doth befall, The. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience. “ That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er " And such a wall, as I would have you think,

I saw. “That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,

Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor. “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, The. True; and a goose for his discretion. “Did whisper otten very secretly.

Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valor cannot "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. show,

The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his “That I am that same wall; the truth is so: valor; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: “And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the “Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." moon.

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon better?

present:Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. discourse, my lord.

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi-
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! ble within the circumference.

Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon
Enter PIRAMUS.

present;
Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! 0 night with hue so “Myself" the man i'the moon do seem to be."
black!

The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: the “O night, which ever art, when day is not! man should be put into the lantern: How is it else “O night, ( night, alack, alack, alack,

the man i'the moon? “ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: “And, thou, O wall, o sweet, O lovely wall,

for you see, it is already in snuff.. " That standst between her father's ground and Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he mine!

would change! “Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, “Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in ali eyne.

[Wall holds up his fingers. reason, we must stay the time. “ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield' thee well for Lys. Proceed, moon. this!

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that “But what see I? No Thisby do I see.

the lantern is the moon:1, the man in the moon; this “() wicked wall, through whoin I see no bliss; thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, iny dog.

“Curst be thy' stones for thus deceiving me?» Dem. Why all these should be in the lantern;

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should for they are in the moon. But, silence; here curse again.

comes Thisbe. Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving

Enter THISBE. me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am

This. “This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will

love?" fall pat as I told you:— Yonder she comes.

Lion.“ Oh."
Enter Thisbe.

[The Lion roars.- TUISBE runs off.

Dem. Well roared, lion. This.“ () wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,

The. Well run, Thisbe. "For parting my fair Pyramus and me:

Hip. Well shone, moon.- Truly, the moon “My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;

shines with a good grace. "l'hy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.”

The. Well moused, lion. Pyr. “I see a voice: now will I to the chink,

(The Lion tears Tuset's mantle and exit. "To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.

Dem. And so comes Pyramus. This. “My love, thou art my love, I think.”

Lys. And so the lion vanish d. Pyr.“ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;

Enter PYRAMCS. “And like Limander am I trusty still.'

Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny This. “And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.”

beams; Pyr. “Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.” “I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright; This. “As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." “For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, Pyr. “O, kiss me through the hole of this vile “I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. wall.”

“But stay;-- () spite! This." I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." “But mark;— Poor knight, 9 Called.

1 In anger; & quibble.

* Thisby!"

“What dreadful dole is here?

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :"Eyes, do you see?

Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. “How can it be?

I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, "O dainty duck! ( dear!

As much as we this night have overwatch'd. “Thy mantle good,

This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd “What, stain'd with blood?

The heavy gait of night.- Sweet friends, to bed. * Approach, ye furies tell!

A fortnight hold we this solemnity, *O fates! come, come;

In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt. “ Cut thread and thrum ; “Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!”

SCENE II. The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend,

Enter Puck. would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions

And the wolf behow's the moon; frame?

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, “Since lion vile hath here deflourd my dear:

All with weary task fordone.. " Which is -- no, no- which was the fairest dame,

Now the wasted brands do glow, “That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, “with cheer.

Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, “Come, tears, contound;

In remembrance of a shroud. "Out, sword, and wound

Now it is the time of night, “ The pap of Pyramus:

That the graves all gaping wide, “Ay, that left pap,

Every one lets forth his sprite, "Where heart doth hop:

In the church-way paths to glide : #Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

And we fairies, that do run “Now am I dead,

By the triple of Hecate's team, “Now am I fled,

From the presence of the sun, “My soul is in the sky:

Following darkness like a dream, * Tongue, lose thy light!

Now are frolic; not a mouse "Moon, take thy flight!

Shall disturb this hallow'd house: “Now die, die, die, die, die.”

I am sent, with broom, before, [Dies.- Exit Moonshine. To sweep the dust behind the door. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet By the dead and drowsy fire: recover, and prove an ass.

Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hip. "How chance moonshine is gone, before Hop as light as bird from brier;
Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

And his ditty, after me,
The. She will find him by star-light.—Here she Sing, and dance it trippingly.
comes; and her passion ends the play.

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:

To each word a warbling note,
Enter TAISBE.

Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, Will we sing, and bless this place. for such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.

SONG, AND DANCE. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Dem. And thus she moans, vidclicet

Through this house each fairy stray.
This. “ Asleep, my love?

To the best bride-bed will we,
“What, dead, iny dove?

Which by us shall blessed be; “O Pyramus, arise,

And the issue, there create, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Ever shall be fortunate.
“Dead, dead? A tomb

So shall all the couples thrce
Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Ever true in loving be;
" These lily brows,

And the blots of nature's hand “This cherry nose,

Shall not in their issue stand; “ These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, " Are gone, are gone:

Nor mark prodigious, such as are "Lovers, make moan!

Despised in nativity, “His eyes were green as leeks.

Shall upon their children be. “O sisters three,

With this field-dew consecrate, “Come, come, to me,

Every fairy take his gait ; “With hands as pale as milk;

And each several chamber bless, "Lay them in gore,

Through this palace with sweet peace: “Since you have shore

E’er shall it in safety rest, “With shears, his thread of silk.

And the owner of it blest. · Tongue, not a word:

Trip away; “Come, trusty sword;

Make no stay ; “Come, blade, my breast imbrue:

Meet me all by break of day. “And farewell, friends ;

Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. “ Thus Thisbe ends: “Adieu, adieu, adieu.”

(Dies.

Puck. If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, (and all is mended,) The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead.

That you have but slumbered here, Dem. Ay, and wall too.

While these visions did Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that

appear,

And this weak and idle theme, parted their fathers. "Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, betwcen

No more yielding but a dream, two of our company ?

Gentles, do not reprehend; The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

If you pardon, we will mend. needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the

And, as I am honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck players are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

How to 'scape the serpent's tongue, Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and

We will make amends, ere long: hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

Else the Puck a liar call. been a fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very

So, good night unto you all. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask:

Give me your hands if we be friends, let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns.

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit. 4 Overcome.

LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

FERDINAND, King of Navarre.

Moth, Page to Armaao. BIRON,

A Forester. LONGAVILLE,

Lords, attending on the King. DUMAIN,

PRIXCESS OF FRANCE. ВоYET,

Lords, attending on the Princess ROSALINE, MERCADE, of France.

MARIA,

Ladies attending on the Princess. SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.

JAQUENETTA, a Country Wench.
HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.
Dull, a Constable.

Officers and others, attendants on the King and CostaRD, a Clown.

Princess.
SCENE, Navarre.

ACT I.

SCENE I.- Navarre. A Park with a Palace in it. And not to be seen to wink of all the day ;
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, DUMAIN.

And make a dark night too of half the day ;)

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there: King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. And then grace us in the disgrace of death

King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. When, spite of cormorant devouring time,

Biron. Let me say no, my liége, an if you please ? The endeavor of this present breath may buy I only swore, to study with your grace, That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And stay here in your court for three years' space. And make us heirs of all eternity.

Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest. Therefore, brave conquerors :-- for so you are, Biron. By yea and nay sir, then I swore in jest. — That war against your own affections,

What is the end of study ? let me know. And the huge army of the world's desires,

King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:

not know. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;

Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from Our court shall be a little Academe,

common sense? Still and contemplative in living art.

King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville,

Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, To know the thing I am forbid to know: My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, As thus — To study where I well may dine, That are recorded in this schedule here:

When I to feast expressly am forbid; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, That his own hand may strike his honor down, When mistresses from common sense are lud That violates the smallest branch herein;

Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

Study to break it, and not break my troth.
Subscribe to your deep oath and keep it too. If study's gain be thus, and this be so,

Long. I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' fast; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know:
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine : Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits King. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. And train our intellects to vain delight.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most
The grosser manner of these world's delights

vain, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: To love, to wealth, to pomp, 1 pine and die; As, painfully to pore upon a book, With all these living in philosophy.

To seck the light of truth; while truth the while Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,

Light, seeking light, both light of light beguile : That is, To live and study here three years.

So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, But there are other strict observances :

Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. As, not to see a woman in that term;

Study me how to please the eye indeed, Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :

By fixing it upon a fairer eye; And, one day in a week to touch no food :

Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, And but one meal on every day beside;

And give him light that was it blinded by. The which, I hope, is not enrolled there;

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, And then to sleep but three hours in the night, That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; with you:

Small have continual plodders ever won,

King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is Save base authority from others' books.

haunted These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

With a refined traveller of Spain; That give a name to ever fixed star,

A min in all the world's new fashion planted, Have ny mure profit of their shining nights,

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; Doth ravish, like enchunting harmony; And every godfather can give a name.

A man of compliments, whom right and wrong King. How well he's read, to reason against Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: reading!

This child of fancy, that Armado hight, Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! For interim to our studies, shall relate, Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow In high-born words, the worth of many a knignt the weeding,

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are How you delight, my lords, I know not, I ; a breeding.

But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, Dum. How follows that?

And I will use him for my minstrelsy. Biron.

Fit in his place and time. Biron. Arnado is a most illustrious wight, Dum. In reason nothing.

A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Biron.

Something then in rhyme. Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping' frost,

sport: That bates the first-born infants of the spring. And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast,

Enter Dull, with a letter, and CostaRD. Before the birds have any cause to sing?

Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? At Christmas I no more desire a rose

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I Than wish a snow in May's new-tangled shows; am his grace's tharborough :: but I would see his But like of each thing, that in season grows.

own person in tlesh and blood. So you, to study now it is too late,

Biron. This is he. Climb o'er the house t' unlock the little gate.

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.King. Well

, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu! There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay more.

Cost, Şir, the contempts thereof are as touch And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,

ing me. Than for that angel knowledge you can say, King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Yet confident l'll keep what I have swore,

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in And bide the penance of each three years' day. God for high words. Give me the paper, let me read the same;

Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant And the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. us patience! King. How well this yielding rescues thee from Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? shame!

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modBiron. (Reads) Item, That no woman shall erately; or to forbear both. come within a mile of my court.

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us And hath this boen proclaim'd?

cause to climb in the merriness. Long.

Four days ago. Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Biron. Let's see the penalty.

Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken [Reads. 1-On pain of losing her tongue.

with the manner. Who devis'd this?

Biron. In what manner? Long. Marry, that did I.

Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all Biron. Sweet lord, and why ?

these three: I was seen with her in the inanor Long. To fright them hence with that dread pe- house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken nalty.

following her into the park; which, put together, Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for

[Rearls.] Item, If any man be seen tu talk with the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak a woman within the term of three years, he shall to a woman; for the form,-in some form. en dure such public shame as the rest of the court Biron. For the following, sir? can possibly devise.

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and This article, my liege, yourself must break; God defend the right!

For, well you know, here coines in embassy King. Will you hear this letter with attention? The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. As we would hear an oracle. speak,

Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken A maid of grace, and complete majesty,

after the flesh. About surrender-up of Aquitain

King. [Rends. Great deputy, the welkin's viceTo her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father; gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's Therefore this article is made in vain,

earth's God, and body's fostering patron,Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite King. So it is,forgot.

Cost. It may be so : but if he say it is so, he is, Biron. So study evermore is overshot ;

in telling true, but so, so. While it doth study to have what it would,

King. Peace. It doth forget to do the thing it should:

Cost. -be to me, and every man that dares And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,

not fight! 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.

King. No words. King. We must of force, dispense with this decree; Cost. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you. She must lies here on mere necessity.

King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored mela Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn

ancholy, I did commend the black-uppressing huThree thousand times within this three years mor to the most wholesome physic of thy healthspace :

giving air; and, as I am gentleman, betook For every man with his assects is horn;

myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth Not by mizht master d, but by special grace: hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, ani! If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, men sit down to that nourishment which is called I am forsworn on mere necessity:

supper. So much for the time when. Now for So to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes the ground which ; which, I mean, I walked upon;

And he, that breaks them in the least degree, it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; Stands in attainder of eternal shame:

where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene, ant Suggestions are to others, as to me;

most preposterous event, thut draweth from my But, I believe, although I seem so loath,

Snow-white pen the ebon.colored ink, which here Am the last that will last keep his oath.

thou viewest, beholdest, surveyes!, or seest : but to But is there no quick recreation granted ?

4 Called. si. e. Third-borough, a peace officer. 1 Nipping. . Reside. • Temptations.

• In the fact