Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. [Showing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies The street should see as she walk'd over, head. »King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. King. Then leave this chat; add, good Birốn, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there; - some flattery for this evil. Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Dum. Some salve for perjury. Biron. 0, 'tis more than need! Have at you then, affection's Consider, what you' first dien as unto; To fast, to study, and to see no woman And where that you have vow'd to study, Lords, For when would you, my Lord, or you, or you, As motion, and long- during action, tires Now, for not looking on a woman's face, And in that vow we have forsworn our books; For when would you, my liege, or you, or you In leaden contemplation, have found out 坚谏 Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with? you? A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, taste: For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; For charity itself fulfils the law; And who can sever love from charity? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! Biron. Advance your standards, and upon themy Lords; Pell mell, down with them! but be first ad vis'd, In conflict that you get the sun of them. Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by: Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? King. And whin them too: therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents. Then, homeward, every man attach the hand We will with some strange pastime solace them, Fore -run fair Love, strewing her way with Aowers. King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Biron. Allons! Allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn; And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men for sworn; If so our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt. Nath. I praise God for you, Sir; your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea sant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the King's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. Takes out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasm, such insociable and point devise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not, d, e, t: he clepeth |