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Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon:

(Takes out his table-book. the word is well cull’d, chuse; sweet and apt, I do Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer assure you, sir, I do assure. than the stable of his argument. I abhor such fanatical Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and my faphantasms, such insociable and point-devise compa- miliar, I do assure you, very good friend. -For what nions ; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout, is inward between us, let it pass :- I do beseech thee, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech thee, apparel thy pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not, d, e, t: he clepeth head ;--and among other importunate and most seria calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur, nebour; ous designs,—and of great importindeed, too;-but neigh, abbreviated, ne: this is abhominable, (which let that pass:—for I must tell thee, it will please his he would call abominable,) itinsinuateth me of insanie; grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor Ne intelligis domine? to make frautic, lunatic. shoulder; and with his royal finger , thus, dally witlı Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

my excrement, with my mustachio : but, sweet heart, Hol. Bone ? ---bone, for bené: Priscian a little let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some scratch'd ; 'twill serve.

certain special honoursit pleaseth his greatness to im

part to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Enter Armado, Mota, and COSTARD. seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of all is,Nath. Videsne quis venit?

but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that the king Hol. Video, et gaudeo.

would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with Arm. Chirra!

[To Moth. some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?

antic, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the Arm. Men of peace, well enconnter'd!

curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions, Hol. Most military sir, salutation!

and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assisand stolen the scraps.

[To Costard aside. tance. Cost. 0, they have lived long in the alms-basket of Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worwords ! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a thies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainword; for thou art not so long by the head as honorifi- ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, cabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed than to be rendered by our assistance, -the king's coma flap-dragon.

mand, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned Moth. Peace! the peal begins.

gentleman,-before the princess; I say, none so fit as
Arm. Monsieur, (To Idol.) are you not letter'd ? to present the nine worthies.
Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook :- Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to
What is a, b, spelt backward with á horn on his head? present them?
Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gentleMoth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-you hear man, Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his his learning.

great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; the Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

page, Hercules. Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough them; or the fifth, if I.

for that worthy's thumb: leis nctso big as the end of Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i,

his club. Moth. The sheep : the other two concludes it; o, u. Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present HerenArm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a les in minority: his enier and exit shall be strangling sweet touch, a quick venew of wit : snip, snap, quick a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose. and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit. Moth. An excellent device! so, it'any víthe audience

Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is hiss, you may cry, -well done, Ilercules! now thou wit-old.

crushest the snake! that is the way to make an offence
Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? gracious; though few have the grace to do it.
Moth, Horns.

Arm. For the rest ofthe worthies?-
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will Moth. Thrice-worthy gentlem .n!
whip about your infamy circùm circà; a gig of a Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ?
cuckold's horn!

Hol. We attend.
Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thon Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antic. I
shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the beseech you, follow.
very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half- Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word
penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, all this while.
an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.
bastard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
thou hast it ad dunghill, at thy fingers' ends, Dull

. I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play

on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance Hol." o, Í smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem,

the hay. Arm. Arts-man, praeambula; we will be singled Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away! from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the

[Exeunt. charge-house on the top of the mountain ? Hoi, Or, mons, the hill.

SCENE II. - Another part of the same. Before the
Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.

Princess's pavilion.
Hol. I do, sans question.

Enter the Princess, KATHARINE, ROSALINE and MARIA.
Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, Iffairings come thus plentifullyin:
in the posteriors of this day; which the rude multi- A lady wall’d about with diamonds !
tade call, the afternoon.

Look you, what I have from the loving king.
Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir,' Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?

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Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in rhyme, | Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess,
As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,

As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all;

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax; Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd your

Enter Boyet. sister.

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; Boyet, 0, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where's her And so she died: had she been light, like you,

grace? Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,

Prin. Thy news, Boyet? She might have been a grandam ere she died :

Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare!-And so may you; for a light heart lives long.

Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis’d, word?

Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris’d:
Kath. A light condition in a beanty dark.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are they,
Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.

That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it stilli’the dark. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
Kath. So do not you ; for you are a light wench. I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore light. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
Kath. You weigh me not,-0, that's you care not Toward that shade I might behold addrest
for me.

The king and his companions: warily
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd. And overheard what you shalloverhear;
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:

That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.
Who sent it? and what is it?

Their her:!d is a pretty kpavish page, Ros. I would, you knew :

That well by heart hath conn’d his embassage: Anif my face were but as fair as yours,

Action, and accent, did they teach him there; My favour were as great; be witness this.

Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear: Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón:

And ever and anon they made a doubt, The numbers true; and, were the numb’ring too, Presence majestical would put him out; I were the fairest goddess on the ground:

For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!

The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;
Prin. Any thing like?

I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.
Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.

shoulder; Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book.

Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Ros.'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your debtor, One rubb’d his elbow, thus; and feer'd, and swore, My red dominical, my golden letter:

A better speech was never spoke before:
your face were not so full of O's!

Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come:
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain? The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well:
Kath. Madam, this glove.

The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down hefell.
Prin. Did he not send you twain?

With that, they all did tumble on the ground, Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,

With such a zealous laughter, so profound, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:

That in this spleen ridiculous appears, A huge translation of hypocrisy,

To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; Boyet. They do, they do; and are appareld thus, – The letter is too long by half a mile.

Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess, Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart, Their

purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: The chaiu were longer, and the letter short?

And every one his love-feat will advance Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. By favours several, which they did bestow. Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be task'd: That same Birón I'll torture cre I go.

For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;
O, that I knew he were but in by the week!

And not a man ofthem shall have the grace,
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.-
And wait the season, and observe the times,

Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And then the king will court thee for his dear:
And shape his service wholly to my behests; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine;
And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.--
So porteut-like would I o'ersway his state,

And change you favours too; so shall your loves
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.

Woo contrary,deceived by these removes. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most in sight. catch'd,

Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Prin. The effect of my intentis, to cross theirs :
Hath wis lom's warrant, and the help of school; They do it but in mocking merriment;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

And mock for mock is only my intent.

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Their several counsels they unbosom shall

Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,

That we, like savages, may worship it.
Upon the next occasion that we meet,

Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.

King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do !
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy starts, to shine
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: (Those clouds remov'd,) upon our wat’ry eyne.
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace;

Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
But, while’tis spoke, each turn away her face. Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one

And quite divorce his memory from his part.

Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I makeno doubt, Ros. Play, music, then: nay, you must do it soon,
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.

[Music plays.
There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; Not yet; – no dance!- thus change I like the moon.
To make theirs ours, and ours none butour own: King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus
So shall we stay, mocking intended game;
And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. Ros. You took the moon lat full ; but now she's

[Trumpets sound within. chang'd.
Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.

[The ladies mask. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.

Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
Enter the King, Biros, LOXCAVILLE, and Dumais, in King. But your legs should do it.
Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Musicians and

Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by

Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! We'll not be nice: take hands; we will not dance.
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich tatsata.

King. Why take we hands then?
Moth. A holy parcel of the sairest dames,

Ros. Only to part friends :-
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views ! King. More measure of this measure; be not nice!
Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! King. Prize you yourselves; what buys your com-

pany? Boyet. True; out, indeed.

Ros. Your absence only. Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouch- King. That can never be. safe

Ros. Then cannot we be bought; and so adieu ;
Not to behold

Twice to your visor, and half once to you!
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, Ros. In private then.
with your sun-beamed eyes-

King. I am best pleas'd with that.
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet;

(They converse apart. You were best callit, daughter-beamed eyes.

Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. thee.
Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue! Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
Ros. What would these strangers? know their minds, Biron. Nay then, two treys, (un if you grow so

nice, )
If they do speak our language, 'tis our will

Methegiin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice!
That some plain man recount their purposes : There's half a dozen sweets.
Know what they would.

Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu!
Boyet. What would you with the princess ? Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Biron. One word in secret.
Ros. What would they, say they?

Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Biron. Thou griev'st my gall.
Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone. Prin. Gail? bitter.
Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone. Biron. Therefore meet. (They converse apart.
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word ?
To tread a measure with her on this grass.

Mar. Name it.
Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a Dum. Fair lady,

Mar. Say you so ? Fair lord, -
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Take that for your fair lady.
Ros. It is not so: ask them, how many inches

Dum. Please it you,
Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, As much in private, and I'll bid adicu.
The measure then of one is easily told.

(They converse apart. Boyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd miles, Kath. What, was your visor made without a tongue? And many miles; the princess bids you tell,

Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
many inches do fill up one mile.

Kath. 0, for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Long. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Boyet. She hears herself.

And would afford my speechless visor half.
Ros. How many weary steps,

Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman; - is not veal
of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Are number'd in the travel of one mile?

Long. A calf, fair lady?
Biron. We number nothiug that we spend for you; Kath. No, a fair lord calf.
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,

Long. Let's part the word.
That we may do it still without accompt.

Kath. No, I'll not be your half :

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Boyet. Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty, Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp Command me any service to her thither? mocks!

King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. Tie the Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.

RAT! Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.

(Exit. Buron Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas ; Res. B Kath. Bicat softly then, the butcher hears you cry. And utters it again, when God doth please :

I were [They converse apart. He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares

Biros. Boyet. The tongnes of mocking wenches are as keen At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs;

Res. As is the razor's edge invisible, And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,

Euron. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;

Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
Above the sense of sense : so sensible
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;

Seemeth their conference ; their conceits have wings, lad he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he

Ros, things.

That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy; Ros.Notone word more,my maids;break off, break off! This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,

Ling: Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice

ng King. Farewell, mad wenches! you have simple wits. In honourable terms; nay, he can sing

Dum. [Exeunt

King, Lords, Moth, Music, and Attendants. A mean most meanly; and, in ushering,
Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites ! Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet;
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:

Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths This is the flower that smiles on every one,
puff'd out.
To show his teeth as white as whale's bone:

SeaRos. Well-liking wits they have; gross,gross; fat, fat. And consciences, that will not die in debt, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?) King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, Cap Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? That put Armado's page out of his part !

Here This pert Birón was out of countenance qnite.

Brs Ros. 0! they were all in lamentable cases ! Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet ; Rosaline, Ma

Thru The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. RIA, KATIArise, and Attendants.

CU Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Biron. See where it comes !-- Behaviour, what wert And Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword: thou,

N No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? 0!

Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
And trow you what he callid me?
Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive.

NO Prin. Qualm, perhaps.

King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Kath. Yes, in good faith.

Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Ta Prin, Go, sickness as thou art !

King: We came to visit you; and purpose now Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statnte-caps. To lead you to our court: vouchsafe" it then.

Fig Bat will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Prın. This field shall hold me; and so hold your Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me.

Ide Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.

E Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: The virtue of your eye must break my oath.

He Immediately they will again be here

Prin. You nick-name virtue: you

should In their own shapes; for it can never be,

have spoke; They will digest this harsh indignity.

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Prin Will they return?

Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;

As the unsullied lily, I protest,
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows; A world of torments though I should endure,
Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, I would not yield to be your house's guest:
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Prin. How blow? how blow? speak to be understood. Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity,
Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown,

Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

A mess of Russians left us but of late.
Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, King. How, madam ? Russians ?
Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis’d: Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
Let us complain to them what fools were here, Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear: Ros. Madam, speak true ! - It is not so, my lord;
And wonder, what they were; and to what end My lady, (to the manner of the days,)
Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

We four, indeed, confronted here with four
Should be presented at our tent to us.

In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour,
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land ! They did not bless us with one happy word.

(Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. I dare not call them fools; but this I'think, Enter the King, Birox, Longaville, and Domain, in When they are thirsty, fools would fain hare drink. their proper habits.

Biron. This jest is dry to me. — Fair, gentle sweet, King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the prin- Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet cess?

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Is of that nature, that to your huge store

Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re-
Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my eye ject her.
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.

King. Upon mine honour, no!
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, Prin. Peace, peace, forbear!
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.

Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Ros. All the fool mine?

Prin. I wil}; and therefore keep it. ~Rosaline,
Biron. I cannot give you less.

What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Ros. Which of the visors was is that you wore? Ros. Madam, Ire swore, that he did hold me dear
Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand As precious eye-sight; and did value me

Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,
Roš. There, then, that visor ; that superfluous case, That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
King. We are descried: they'll mock us now down- Most honourably doth uphold his word.

King. What mean yon, inadam? by my life, my troth,
Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.

I never swore this lady such an oath! Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks'your highness Ros. By heaven, you did! and to confirm it plain, sad?

You gave me this : but takeit, sir, again.
Rus. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give;
yon pale?

I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for per- And lord Birou, I thank him, is my dear:jury.

What? will you have me, or your pearl again?
Can any face of brass hold longer out?-- Biron. Neither of either ; I reinit both twain. -
Here stand I, lady dart thy skill at me;

I see the trick on't!-Here was a consent
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,)
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;

To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;

Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
And I will wish thee never more to dance,

Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, somo Nor never more in Russian habit wait.

Dick, 0! never will I trust to speeches penn’d,

That smiles his check in years; and knows the trick Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;

To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d, Nor never come in visor to my friend ;

Told our intents before: which once disclos’d, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song:

The ladies did change favours; and then we; Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
Three-pil'd hyperboles, sprnce aflectation, Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
Figures pedantical: these summer-flies

We are again forsworn; in will, and error.
Have blown me fall of maggot ostentation: Much upon this it is:--And might not you (To Boyet.
I do forswear them ; and I here protest,

Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,

And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
In russet yeas and honest kersey noes :

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
And, to begin, wench, --so God help me, la !- You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrow'd.
Ros. Sans sans, I
pray you.

You leer tipon me, do you? there's an eye,
Biron. Yet I have a trick

Wounds like a leaden sword.
Of the old rage:- bear with me, I am sick;

Boyet. Full merrily
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see; -

Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have
They are infected, in their hearts it lies ;

They have the plague, and canght it of your eyes:
These lords are visited; you are not free,

Enter Costard.
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

Welcome, pure wit ! thou partest a fair fray.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us. Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.
Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,

Biron. What, are there but three?

you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Cost. No, sir; but it is vara fine,
Biron. Peace! for I will not have to do with you. For every one pursents three.
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Biron. And three times thrice is nine.
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans- is not so:

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir ; we know
Some fair excuse.

what we know :
Prin. The fairest is confession.

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir, –
you not liere, but even now, disguis’d? Biron. Is not nine.
King. Madam, I was.

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil
Prin. And were you well advis’d?

it doth amount. King. I was, fair' madam.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. Prin. When you then were here,

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your What did you whisper in your lady's ear? living by reckoning, sir.



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