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If you are arm’d to do, as sworn to do,
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortify'd :
Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
King. Your Oath is pass}d to pass away from these.
Biron. Let me say, no, my liege, an' if you please ; I only fwore to study with your Grace, And stay here in your Court for three years' space.
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest, Biron. By yea and nay, Sir, then I swore in jeft. What is the end of study? let me know? King. Why, that to know, which else we should
not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd (you mean) from common sense.
King. Ay, that is ftudy's god-like recompence.
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study fo,
When I to feast exprefly am forbid;
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
King. These be the stops, that hinder study quite;
Biron. Why, all delights are yain; but that most vain,
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile;
And give him light, that it was blinded by.
That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks;
Save base authority from others' books.
That give a name to every fixed ftar,
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!
That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Biron. Well; say, I am; why should proud fum
King. Well, fit you out-Go home, Biron : Adieu!
you. And though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say; ing is abfurd and impertinent. There are two Ways of setting it right. The first is to read it thus,
Too much to know, is to know nought but shame; This makes a fine Sense, and alludes to Adam's Fall, which came from the inordinate Passion of knowing too much. The other Way is to read, and Point it thus,
Too much to know, is to know nought: but feign, i. e, to feign. As much as to say, the Affe&ing to know too much is thc Way to know nothing. The Sense, in both these Readings, is equally good : But with this Difference; if we read the firit Way, the following Line is impertinent; and to save the Corre&tion we must judge it fpurious. If we read it the second Way, then the following Line completes the Sense. Consequently the Corre&ion of feign is to be preferred
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
And 'bide the penance of each three years' day. Give me the
let me read the same; And to the stridt'st decrees I'll write my name. King. How well this yielding rescues thee from
shame! Biron. Item, That no woman shall come within mile of my Court,
[reading. Hath this been proclaimed ?
Long. Four days ago.
Biron. Let's see the penalty.
[reading. Who devis'd this penalty?
Long. Marry, that did I.
Item, [reading.) If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three Years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the Court can possibly devise.
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For, well you know, here comes in embaffy
A maid of grace and complete majesty,
To her decripit, sick, and bed-rid father:
Or vainly comes th' admired Princess hither.
King. We must, of force, dispense with this decrees She must lie here on mere necessity.
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn
every man with his affects is born:
Not' by might master’d, but by special grace. If I break faith, this word shall speak for me: I am forsworn on mere necessity. So to the laws at large I write my name,
And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in Attainder of eternal shame.
Suggestions are to others, as to me; But, I believe, although I feem so loth, I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted? King. Ay, that there is; our Court, you know, is
With a refined traveller of Spain,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain :
Doth ravish, like inchanting harmony:
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny.
For interim to our Studies, shall relate In high-born words the worth of many a Knight
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
, I But, I protest, I love to hear him lie;
Biron. Armado is a moft illuftrious wight,
Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our sport; And, fo to study, three years are but short.