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When you then were here, Biron.

Is not mine. What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil King. That more than all the world I did respect her. it doth amount. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re- Biron. By Jove, I always took three thirees for ject her.

nine. King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;

your living by reckoning, sir. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Biron. How much is it?

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Prin. I will: and therefore keep it :- Rosaline, actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: What did the Russian whisper in your ear? for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear

one man,

e'en one poor man ; Pompion the great, As precious eye-sight; and did value me

sir. Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know Most honourably doth uphold his word.

not the degree of the worthy ; but I am to stand King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, my for him. troth,

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. I never swore this lady such an oath.

Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain,

[Exit Costakn. You gave me this : but take it, sir, aga

King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give;

approach. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and ’tis Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;

some policy And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :

To have one show worse than the king's and his What; will you have me, or your pearl again?

company. Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. - King. I say, they shall not come. I see the trick on't; - Here was a consent,

Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) To dash it like a Christmas comedy:

That sport best pleases, that doth least know how : Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some

Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

Their form confounded makes most forin in mirth;
That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick When great things labouring perish in their birth.
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, - Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
Told our intents before : which once disclos'd,
The ladies did change favours; and then we,

Enter ARMADO. Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. We are again forsworn : in will, and error.

(ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers Much upon this it is :- And might not you,

[To Boyet. Prin. Doth this man serve God? Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

Biron. Why ask you? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. And laugh upon the apple of her eye?

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey moAnd stand between her back, sir, and the fire, narch : for, I protest, the school master is exceedHolding a trencher, jesting merrily ?

ing fantastical ; too, too vain ; too, too vain ; But You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd; we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal coupleYou leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,


[Erit ARMADO. Wounds like a leaden sword.

King. Here is like to be a good presence of worBoyet.

Full merrily thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Alexander ; Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Madone.


And if these four worthies in their first show thrire, Enter Costard.

These four will change habits, and present the other Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

five. Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,

Biron. There is five in the first show. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. 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.

again, Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his it is not so :

vein. You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir ; we King. The ship is under sil, and here she comes know what we know ·

amain. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir, —

[Scats brought for the King, Princess, fire

him a paper.


Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

Dum. A Judas!
Enter Costard arm'd, for Pompey.

Hol. Not, Iscariot, sir,

Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus. Cost. I Pompey am,

Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Biron. A kissing traitor:- How art thou prorid Cost. I Pompey am,

Judas? Boyet.

With libbard's head on knee. Hol. Judas, I am,
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
friends with thee.

Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big, Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
Dum. The great.

Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder.
Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the great ; Biron. Well follow'd : Judas was hang'd on an
That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my

elder. fue to sweat :

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. And travelling along this coast, I here am come by Biron. Because thou hast no face. chance;

Hol. What is this? And lay my arms before the leys of this sweet lass of Boyel. A cittern head. France.

Dum. The head of a bodkin. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had Biron. A death's face in a ring. done.

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. was perfect: I made a little fault in, great.

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. the best worthy.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer: Enter Nathaniel arm’d, for Alexander.

And now, forward ; for we have put thee in coun

tenance. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's commander;

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. False : we have given thee faces. By east, west, north, and south, I spread my corte quering might :

Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Mły 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it

Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. stands too right.

And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay

Dum. For the latter end of his name. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tendersmelling knight.

Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him :-Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, good

Jud-as, away.

Hol. This is not generous, not gentle; not humblo Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows commander ;

dark, he may stumble. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali

Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he beca

Biron. Pompey the great,

Enter ARMADO, arm’d, for Hector.
Your servant, and Costard

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali

Hector in arms. sander. Cost. O, sir, (to Nath.) you have overthrown

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I

will now be merry. Alisander the conqueror ! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.

Boyet. But is this Hector? his poll-ax sitting on a close stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror,

Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timbered. and afеard to speak ! run away for shame, Alisander.

Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

Dum. More calf, certain. (Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild inan ; an honest man, look you, and soon

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small.

Biron. This cannot be Hector. dash'd ! He is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth; and a very good bowler : but, for Alisander, alas,

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. you see, how 'tis; :- a little o'erparted : But there

Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty

Gave Hector a gift, are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some

Dum. A gilt nutmeg. other sort.

Biron. A lemon. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Long. Stuck with cloves.
Enter HOLOFERNEs, arm'd, for Judas, and MOTH Dum. No, cloven,
arm’d, for Hercules.

Arm. Peace !
Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus; Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;
And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Thus did he strangie serpents in his manus :

From morn 'ill night, cut of his pavilion. Quoniam, he scemeth in minority ;

I am that flower, — Ergo, I come with this apology.


That mint. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Erit Moth. Long.

That columbine Jedas, I am,

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

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Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs I have seen the day of wrong through the little holo against Hector.

of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

(Eseunt Worthies. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten ; king. How fares your majer ty? sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward King. Madain, not so; I do beseech you, stay. with my device : Sweet royalty, (to the Princess.) Prin. Prepare, I say. - I thank you, gracious bestow on me the sense of hearing.

[Biron whispers Costar]). For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat,
Prin. Speak, brave Hector : we are much de- Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. The liberal opposition of our spirits :
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
Dum. He may not by the yard.

In the converse of breath, your gentleness
Arm This Hector far surmounted Hannibal, Was guilty of it. - Farewell, worthy lord !

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: gone ; she is two months on her way.

Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks
Arm. What meanest thou ?

For my great suit so easily obtain'd. Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, King. The extreme parts of time extremely forin the poor wench is cast away : she's quick; the child All causes to the purpose of his speed; brags in her belly already ; tis yours.

And often, at his very loose, decides Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? That which long process could not arbitrate : thou shalt die.

And though the mourning brow of progeny
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque- Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey The holy suit which fain it would convince;
that is dead by him.

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Dem. Most rare Pompey!

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost,
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
Pompey! Pompey, the huge !

As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Dum. Hector trembles.

Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are doub.e.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd : More Ates, more Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of
Ates; stir them on! stir them on!

grief; Dum. Hector will challenge him.

And by these badges understand the king. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's For your fair sakes have we neglected time, belly than will sup a flea.

Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Hath much deform'd 's, fashioning our humours

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Even to the opposed end of our intents : man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword:

And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, -
you, let me borrow my arms again.

As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.

All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for To every varied object in his glance:
the coinbat? What mean you ? you will lose your Which party-coated presence of loose love

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I

Have misbecom’d our oaths and gravities,
will not combat in my shirt.

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Dum. You may not deny it ; Pompey hath made Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, the challenge.

Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false,
Biron. What reason have you for't?

By being once false for ever to be true
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; To those that make us both, — fair ladies, you :
I go woolward for penance.

And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he wore Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a Your favours, the embassadors of love;
wears next his heart, for a favour.

And, in our maiden council, rated them

At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,

As bombast, and as lining to the time:
Mer. God save you, madam!

But more devout than this, in our respects,
Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

Have we rrot been ; and therefore met your loves
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring, Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

than jest.
Prin. Dead, for my life.

Long. So did our looks.
Mer. Even so ; my tale is told.


We did not qnote them so.
Biron. Worthies, away ; the scene begins to cloud. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath : Grant us your loves.

I pray



Aune, teethinks, too short Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of To make a world-without-end bargain in :

death? No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, It cannot be; it is impossible : Fuil of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this,

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. If for my love (as there is no such cause)

Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing You will do aught, this shall you do for me :

Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Whose influence is begnt of that locse grace,
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ; A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Have brought about their annual reckoning: Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
If this austere insociable life

Deafʼd with the clamours of their own fear groans, Change not your offer made in heat of blood; Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, And I will have you, and that fault withal ; Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, But that it bear this trial, and last love;

And I shall find you empty of tha. fault, Then, at the expiration of the year,

Right joyful of your reformation. Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Biron. A twelvemonth? well, lefa' what will And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,

befal, I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. My woeful self up in a mourning house ;

Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my Raining the tears of lamentation,


[To the KING. For the remembrance of my father's death.

King. No, madam : we will bring you on your If this thou do deny, let our hands part ;

way. Neither intitled in the other's heart.

Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Might well have made our sport a comedy. The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.

day, Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to And then 'twill end. me ?


That's too long for a play. Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank, You are attaint with faults and perjury;

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, –
A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, Prin. Was not that Hector?
But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me? Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leare:
Kath. A wife ! A beard, fair health, and ho- | 1 am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold
nesty ;

the plough for her sweet love three years. But, With three-fold love I wish you all these three. most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? that the two learned men have compiled, in praise

Kath. Not so, my lord;- a twelvemonth and a day of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: in the end of our show. Come when the king doth to my lady come,

King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

Arm. Holla! approach. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.

Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moth, CoSTARD, Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.

and others. Long. What says Maria ? Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, This side is Hiems, winter ; this Ver, the spring: I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress look on me,

Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,

What humble suit attends 'thy answer there;
Impose some service on me for thy love.

Spring When daisies pied, and violets blue,
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón,

And lady-smocks all silver-white, Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;

Do paint the meadows with delight, Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;

The cuckoo then, on every tree, Which you on all estates will execute,

Mocks married men, for thus sings he, That lie within the mercy of your wit :

Cuckoo; To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain ;

Cuckoo, cuckoo, O word of fear, And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,

Unpleasing to a married ear! (Without the which I am not to be won,)

You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,

When turtles tread, and rooks, and dau's, To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

And maidens bleach their summer smo AS,

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Cuckoo ;

The cuckoo then, on every tree,

Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

When all aloud the wind dot) blow,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, O word of fear,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Wita. When isicles hang by the wall,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

To-who ;
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,


Joan doth keel the pot.
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the

songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way.
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,

(Ercuns, While gretisy Joan doth keel the pot,

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