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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
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;
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!
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,
With libbard's head on knee. Hol. Judas, I am,
Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder.
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
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
Enter ARMADO, arm’d, for Hector.
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.
Arm. Peace !
Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus; Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;
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.
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.
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the converse of breath, your gentleness
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
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
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are doub.e.
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, -
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;
Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for To every varied object in his glance:
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecom’d our oaths and gravities,
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
By being once false for ever to be true
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast, and as lining to the time:
But more devout than this, in our respects,
Have we rrot been ; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Long. So did our looks.
We did not qnote them so.
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 :
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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;
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, –
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
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.
Spring When daisies pied, and violets blue,
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,)
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
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,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
When all aloud the wind dot) blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
Joan doth keel the pot.
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the
songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way.
(Ercuns, While gretisy Joan doth keel the pot,