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I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;
Cust. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I lpe, Write, Lord nave in rcy on 18, on those three ;
it is not so; They are in lected, in their hearis it lies;
You cannot bez us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we They have the plague, and cought it of your eyes:
know what we know. These lords are visited; you are not free,
I hope, sir, three times thrice, sır,For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
Is not nine ! Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us. Cost. Under correction; sir, we know whereuntil Biron. Our states are forleit, seck not to undo us. it doth amount. Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true,
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue.
Cost. (, Lord, sir, it were a pily you should get Biron. Peace ; for I will not have to do with you. your living by reckoniny, sir. Ros. Nor shall not, it I do as I intend.
Biroil. flow much is it? Riron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. Cost. (), Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: transgression
for my own part, I am, as they say, but to perfect Some fair excuse.
one man,-e en one poor man; l'ompion the great, sir. Prin.
The fairest is confession. Birun. Art thou one of the worinnes ! Were you not here, but even now, disguis d ? Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of king. Madam, I was.
Pumpion the great : for mine own part, I know not Prin.
And were you all advis'd! the degree of the worthy : but Iam to stand for bim. King. I was, fair madai.
Biron. Gö bid them prepare. Prin.
When you then were here', Cost. We will turn it finely oil, sir ; we will take What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
(Exit Costar:). King. That more than all the world I did respect king. Birón, they will shame us, let them not her.
approach. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord; and 'tis reject her.
some policy King. pon mine honor, no.
To have one show worse than the king's and his Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;
company Your oath once broke, you force' not to forswear. King. I say they shall not come,
King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :
Now; What did the Russian whisper in your ear ! That sport best pleases, 'that doth least know how:
Ros. Madam, he swore that he did bold me dear Where zeal strives to content, and the contents As precious eye-sight; and did value me
Die in the zeal of them which it presents, Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Their form contounded makes most forin in mirth; That he would wed me or else die my lover. When great things laboring perish in their birth.
Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Most honorably doth uphold his word.
Enter ARMADO, King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my
Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of troth,
thy royal sweet breath, as will utler a brace of words. I never swore this lady such an oath.
(ARMADO converses with the King, and deRos. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,
livers him a paper. You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.
Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron, Why ask you?
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :
Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey
monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exWhat, will you have me, or your pearl again?
ceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain: Biron. Neither of either; I remít both twain. I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent,
But we will put it, as they say, to fortunate della (Knowiny aforehand of our merrimento)
guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal
couplement ! To dash it like a Christmas comedy :
(Erit ARMADO. Some carry tale, some please man, some slight|thies : ile presents Hector of Trov; the swain,
King. Here is like to be a good presence of worSome mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some
Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander;
Armado's page, Hureules; the pedant, Judas Ma. Dick,
chabuis: That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick
And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,
These tour will change habits, and present the Told our intents before: wh.ch once disclos d,
other five. The ladies did change favors; and then we,
Biron. There is five in the first show. Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she,
King. You are deceivid, 'tis not so. Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
Biron. The pedant, the braggard, the hedgeWe are again torsworn ; in will, and error. Much upon this it is :-ånd might not you,
priest, the fool, and the boy : (To Boret.
Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world Forestall oursport, to make us thus untrue ?
again, Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
king. The ship is under suil, and here she coines
amain. And stand between her back, sir, and the tire,
(Seats brought for the King, Princess, fc. Holding a trencher, jesting merrily ? You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Pugeant of the Nine Worthies.
Cost. I Pompey am,
Full merrily Boyet.
You lie, you are not he. Hath this brave manaze, this career, been run.
Cost. I Pompey am,-
With libbard's head on knee. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have done.
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be
friends with thee. Enter Costand.
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnan’d the big,Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
Dum. The great. Cost. 0, Lord, sir, they would know
Cost. It is great, sir :-Pompeysurncm'd the great, Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.
That ofl in field, with turge and shield, did make Biron. What, are there but three?
my foe to sweat : Cost. No, sir; but it is vara fine,
And, Irurelling along this coast, I here am come For every one pursents three,
by chance; Biron, And three times thrice is nine,
And luu my urms before the legs of this sweet · Make no difficulty. Conspiracy.
lass of France. > Buffoon. • Square, rule.
• A gaine with dice.
If your ladyship would say, Thunks, Pompey, I Duni. For the ti trata Usilanie. had done.
Biron. Forle üsn lu lut jude; give it him ;Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Jug-as, away Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. perfect; I made a little fault in greut.
buy 1. A light for Molisieur Judas: it grows Biron. My hat to a halt penny, Pompey proves
dark, he may stumble. the best worthy.
Prin. Alus, poor Machabæus, how hath he been
bailed! Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for Alexander.
[Exit HOLOFERXES. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's commander,
Enter ARMADO armd, for Hector. Py east, west, north, and south, I spread my con
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes quering might: My’scutcheon piain declares, that I am Alisander. Hector in arms. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it
Dum. Though my mochs come home by me, I stands too right.
will now be merry. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender
king. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. smelling knight.
Buyet. But is this lector ? Prin. The conqueror is dismay’d. Proceed, good
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean timber'd. Alexander.
Long. His lex is too big for Hector. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the
Dum. More cuit, certain. world's commander;
Buyet. No; he is best indued in the small.
Biron. This cannot be liector. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Biron. Pompey the great,
Arm. The urmipotent Murs, of lances the ulCost. Your servant, and Costard.
mighty, Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali
Gare Hector u gift, sander.
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Biron. A lemon.
Long. Stuck with cloves. of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds
Dun. No, cloven. his poli-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Arm. Peace! A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, anu afeared to speak! run away for shame, Alisan
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Tun; der. Nath. retires). There, an't shall please you; A man so breuth d, that certain he would fight, yea, a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and
From morn till night, out of his purition. soon dasha! He is a marvellous good neighbor,
I am that Jower,-
That columbine. But there are worthies a coming will speak their
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. mind in some other sort.
Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a grey hound. Enter HOLOFERNES arm'l, and Motu arm'd, for Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Hercules.
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried
when he breath d, he was a malı.--But I will forHol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp; ward with my device: Sweet royalty, 1 To the PrinWhose club kill'd Cerberus that three headed cess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.
canus; And when he was a babe, a chill, a shrimp,
(Birox whispers COSTARD. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:
Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much deQuoniam, he seemeth in minority;
lighted. Ergo, I come with this apology.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
Boyet. Loves hier by the foot.
(Exit Moty. Dum. lle may not by the yard. Hol. Judas I ani,
Arm. This Héctor für surimounted Hannibal.-Dum. A Judas!
Cost. The party is gone, tellow Hector, she is Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.
gone ; she is two months on her way. Judas I am, yclepert Machabæus.
Arm. What meanest thou ? Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Biron. A kissing traitor:-how art thou prov'd the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the Judas?
child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Hol. Judas Tam,
Arm. Dost thou iniamonize me among potenDam. The more shame for you, Judas,
tates? thou shalt die. Hol. What mean you, sir?
Cost. Then shall lector be whipp’d, for JacqueBoyet. To make Judas hang himself.
netta that is quick by hiin; and hanged, for PoinHol. Begin, sir; you are my elder.
pey that is dead by liim. Birun. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an Dum. Most rare Pompey! elder.
Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.
Bion. Greater than great, great, great, great Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Pompey! Pompey the huge! Hol. What is this?
Duin. Hector trembles. Boyet. A cittern head.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ales,e more Diim. The head of a bodkin.
Ates; stir then on! stir them on ! Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Dium. Hector will challenge him. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's
belly than will sup a llea. Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Dum. The carv'd bone face on a task.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Birin, St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. man; l'Il slash; l'll do it by the sword:--) pray Dum. Ay, in a brooch of lead.
you, let me borrow my arms again. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth- Dum. Rooin for the incensed worthies. drawer:
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun- Dum. Most resoluté Pompey! tenance.
Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Hol. You have put me out of countenance. lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
the combat! What mean you ? you will lose your Hol. But you have outfaced them all.
reputation. Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. will not combat in my shirt. nd so, adicu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?
• Ate was the goddess of discord.
Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath Ros.
We did not quotes them so. made the challenge.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Grant us your loves. Biron. What reason have you for t?
A time, methinks, too short Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt. To make a world-without-end bargain in : I go woolward: for penance.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Full of dear guiltiess; and therefore this,for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he If for my love as there is no such cause) wore none, but a dish-clout oi Jacquenetta's and You will do aught, this shall you do for me: that 'a wears next his heart for a favor.
Your oath I will not trust ; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ;
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Have brought about their annual reckoning;
If this austere insociable lite But that thou interruptst our merriment. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news / bring, Change not your uller made in heat of blood;
If frosts, and tasts, hard Jodging, and thin weeds, Prin. Dead, for my life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
But that it bear this trial, and last love ; Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Then, at the expiration of the year, cloud.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, I have seen the day of wrong through the little I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut hole of discretion, and I will "right myself like a My woeful selt' up in a mourning house ; soldier.
| Exeunt Worthies.
kaining the tears of lamentation, King. How fares your majesty ?
For the remembrance of my father's death, Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part ; King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Neither intitled in ihe other s heart. Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious
king. If this, or more than this, I would deny, lords.
To tlatter up these powers of mine with rest, For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
The sudden hand of death close up inine eye! Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
Hence ever then my heart is in ihy breast. In your rich wisdom, to excuse or hide,
Biron. And what tó me, my love? and what to The liberaio opposition of our spirits:
me ? If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; In the converse of breath, your gentleness
You are attaint with faults and perjury; Was guilty of it.--Farewell, worthy lord!
Therefore, it' you my favor mean to get, A heavy heart bears not an humbie tongue:
A twelvemonih you shall spend, and never rest, Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks
But seek the weary beds of people sick. For my great suit so easily obtain d.
Dim. But what to me, my love! but what to me? King. The extreme parts of time extrelmey form
Kuth. A wite !--A beard, fair health, and hoAll causes to the purpose of his speed;
nesty ; And often, at his very loose, decides
With three-sold lore I wish you all these threc. That which long process could not arbitrate:
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? And though the mourning brow of progeny
Kuth. Not so, my lord;-a twelvemonth and a day Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wovers say.
Come when the king doth to my lady come,
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
Dum. I'll serve thee true and iaithtully till then. From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost,
kuth. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
Lung. What says Maria !
Mar. As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
At the twelvemonth's end, Prin. I understand you not; my griets are double. Tll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. grief;—
Mur. The liker you; tew taller are so young. And by these badges understand the king.
Biron. Studies my lady ? mistress, look on me For your fair sakes have we neglected unne,
Beliold the window of my heart, mine eye, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, What humble suit attends thy answer triere; Hath much deformid us, fashioning our humors
Impose sume service on me for thy love. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue As love is full of unbefitting strains :
Proclains you for a man replete with mocks ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain :
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ; Form d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Which you on all estates will execute, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
That lie within the mercy of your wit: Varying in suljects as the eye doth roll
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; To every varied object in his glance :
And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, Which party-coated presence of loose love
(Without the which I am not to be won.) Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Have mišbecom'd our oaths and gravities,
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, With groaning wreiches ; and your task shall be, Suggested us to make: Therefore, lagies,
With all the tierce endeavor of your wit Our love being yours, the error that love inakes To enforce the pained impotent to sinile. Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of By being once false for ever to be true
death ? To those that make us both,--air ladies, you:
It cannot be; it is impossible: And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Thus purities itself, and turns to grace.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Prin. We have received your letters, full of love; Whose iniluence is begot of that loose grace, Your favors, the embassadors of love;
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: And, in our maiden council, rated them
A jest's prosperity lies in the car At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
Ophim that hears it, never in the tongue As bombast, and as lining to the time:
Of him that makes it : then if sickly years, But more devout than this, in our respects,
Deal' d with the calmors of their own dear groans Have we not been ; and therefore, met your loves will hear your idle scorns, conunue then, In their own fashion, like a merriment.
And I will have you, and that fault withal ; Dium. Our letters, madam, show'd much more But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, than jest.
And I shail find you empty of that fauli, Long. So did our looks.
Right joyful of your reformation. 1 Clothed in wool, without linen.
& Free to excess.
Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will
befal, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord: and so I take my leave.
[To the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your
way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a
day, And then twill end. Biron.
That's too long for a play.
Enter ARMADO. Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,Prin. Was not that Hector ? Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger and take leave: I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jacquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? It should have followed in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach. Enter. HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moru, Cos
TARD, and others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
And lady smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And muidens bleuch their summer smocks
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after tne songs of Apollo. You that way; we, this way.
(Exeunt * Scum.
· Wild apples.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. LUKE OF VENICE.
Old Gobbo, Father to Launcelot.
LEONARDO, Struunt to Bassanio.
Srvunts to Portia.
Porria, a rich Heiress.
NERISsa, her Waiting-Maid.
JESSICA, Daughter to Shylock.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of LAUNCELOT GOBBő, a Clown, Servant to Shylock. Justice, Guoler, Scrrants and other Attendunts.
SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.
SCENE I.–Venice. A Street.
| Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you, io laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry, Enter Antonio, SALARINO, und SALANIO.
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed
Janus, Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, But how I caught it, tound it, or came by it, And laugh, like parrots, ai a bay.piper; What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
And others of such vinegar aspect, I am to learn;
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
Though Nestor swear the jesi be laughter.
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. There, where your argosies' with portly sail, - Salun. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble Like signiors and rich burghers of the ilood,
kmsman, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,
Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well; Do overpcer the petty traflickers,
We leave you now with better company. That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,
Salar. I would have staid till I had made you As they tly by them with their woven wings.
merry, Satan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, If worthier friends had not prevented me. The better part of iny allections would
Ant. Your wortin is very dear in my regard. Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
I take it, your own business calls on you, Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind; And you embrace the occasion to depart. Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads; Satur. Good morrow, my good lords. And every object, that might make me fear
Bass. Good signiors botii, when shall we laugh? Mistortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so?
Salur. We'll maheourleisures to attend on yours. Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
Exeunt SALAHNU und SALANIO. What harm a wind too kreat might do at sea.
Lor. My lord Bassanio, suce you have found I should not see the sandy hour-ylass run,
Antonio, But I should think of shallows and of flats;
We two will leave you: but, at dinner-time, And see my wealthy Andrew dock d in sand.
I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Vailing, her high-top lower than her ribs,
Buss, I will not fail you. To kiss her burial. Should I go to church,
Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; And see the holy editice of stones,
You have too much respect upon the world: And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Which touching but my gentle vessel's side
Believe me, you are marvellously chang d. Would scatter all her spices on the stream;
Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Eurobe the roaring waters with my silks;
A stage where every man must play a part, And, in a word, but even now worth this,
And mine a sad one. And now worth nothing! Shall I have the thought Gra.
Let me play the Fool: To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad? And let my liver rather beat with wine, But, tell not me; I know, Antonio
Than my beart cool with mortifying groans. Is sad to think upon his merchandize.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? My ventures are not in one button trusted, Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
By being peevish? I tell thee wiat, Antonio,Upon the fortune of this present year:
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks; Therefore, my merchandize makes me not sad. There are a sort of men, whose visages Salan. Why then you are in love.
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; Ant.
Fye, fye! And do a wiltul stillness: entertain, Sulan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you With purpose to be dress d in an opinion are sad,
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; · Ships of large burden.
3 Obstinate silence.