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I do forswear them; and I here protest, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both
By this white glove, (how white the hand twain.
God knows !)

I see the trick on't :-here was a consent, Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd Knowing aforehand of our merriment,

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : To dash it like a Christmas comedy : And, to begin, wench,—so God help me, la! Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.


(some Dick, Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you.

Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, Biron.

Yet I have a trick That smiles his cheek in years, and knows the Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick ; trick I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see :- To make my lady laugh, when she's disposed, Write, 'Lord have mercy on us' on those Told our intents before ; which once disclos'd, three ;

The ladies did change favours ; and then we, They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. They have the plague and caught it of your Now, to our perjury to add more terror, eyes :

We are again forsworn ; in will, and error. These lords are visited ; you are not free, Much upon this it is :-(To Boyet. ] and might For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. Prin. No, they are free that gave these Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue ? tokens to us.

(undo us. Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Ros. It is not so ; for how can this be true, And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?' Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?

Biron. Peace ! for I will not have to do with You put our page out: go, you are allow'd :
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. [you. Die when you will, a smock shall be your
Biron. Speak for yourselves ; my wit is at shroud.
an end.

You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our Wounds like a leaden sword.
Some fair excuse.
[rude transgression Boyet.

Full merrily Prin.

The fairest is consession, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Were you not here but even now, disguis'd ? Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace, I King. Madam, I was.

Enter Costard. [have done. Prin.

And were you well advis'd ?| Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. King. I was, fair madam.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know [no. Prin.

When you then were here, Whether the three Worthies shall come in or What did you whisper in your lady's ear? Biron. What, are there but three? King. That more than all the world I did Cost.

No, sir; but it is vara fine, respect her.

(will reject her. For every one pursents three. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you Biron. And three times thrice is nine. King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cost. Not so, sir ; under correction, sir ; I Prin.

Peace, peace! forbear; hope, it is not so. Your oath once broke, you. force not to for- You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir,

(of mine. we know what we know : King. Despise me, when I break this oath I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Prin. I will: and therefore keep it.-Rosa- Biron.

Is not nine. line,

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereWhat did the Russian whisper in your ear ?

until it doth amount.

[for nine. Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes As precious eye-sight, and did value me (dear Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should Above this world ; adding thereto, moreover, get your living by reckoning, sir. That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Biron. How much is it?

Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Most honourably doth uphold his word. [lord actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: King. What mean you, madam? by my for mine own part, I am, as they say, but to life, my troth,

parfect one man in one poor man,-Pompion I never swore this lady such an oath. [plain, the Great, sir.

Ros. By heaven you did ; and to confirm it Biron. Art thou one of the Worthies?

gave me this : but take it, sir, again. Cost. It pleased them to think me worthy King. My faith, and this, the princess I did of Pompion the Great : for mine own part, I I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. [give: know not the degree of the Worthy; but I am Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she to stand for hiin.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir, we will What, will you have me, or your pearl again ?


take some care.



King. Biron, they will shame us : let them Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

not approach. ['tis some policy Cost. "Tis not so much worth ; but I hope I Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and was perfect. I made a little fault in "great." To have one show worse than the king's and Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey his company.

proves the best Worthy. King. I say, they shall not come.

Enter Sir Nathaniel armed, for Alexander. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule Nath. “When in the world I liv'd, I was you now:

show, the world's commander ; That sport best pleases that doth least know By east, west, north, and south, I spread Where zeal strives to content, and the contents my conquering might : (sander, -" Die in the zeal of those which it presents : My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am AliTheir form confounded makes most form in Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not : for mirth ;

[birth. it stands too right. When great things labouring perish in their Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Biron. A right description of our sport, my tender-smelling knight. Enter Armado.

[lord. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense good Alexander. of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Nath. When in the world ( liv'd, I was of words.

the world's commander ;-" [Converses with the King, and delivers a Boyet. Most true, 'ris right; you were so, paper to him.

Biron. Pompey the Great, (Alisander. Prin. Doth this man serve God?

Cost. Your servant, and Costard. Biron. Why ask you ?

(making Biron. Take away the conqueror, take Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's away Alisander,

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey Cost. [To Nath.] O sir, you have overmonarch ; for, I protest, the schoolmaster is thrown Alisander the conqueror! You will exceeding fantastical ; too too vain : too too be scraped out of the painted cloth for this : vain : but we will put it, as they say, to for your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a tuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of close-stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be mind, most royal couplement. (Exit. the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afеard

King. Here is like to be a good presence of to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. Worthies. He presents Hector of Troy ; the (Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a swain, Pompey the Great ; the parish curate, foolish mild man ; an honest man, look you, Alexander ; Armado's page, Hercules; the and soon dashed. He is a marvellous good pedant, Judas Maccabeus ;

neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler : And if these four Worthies in their first show but, for Alisander, alas, you see how 'tis,-a thrive,

(other five. little o'erparted. ---But there are Worthies a These four will change habits, and present the coming will speak their mind in some other

Biron. There is five in the first show. sort. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. King. You are deceived ; 'tis not so. Enter Holofernes armed, for Judas; and

Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the Moth armed, for Hercules. hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy :

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this Abate throw at novum, and the whole world imp,

[headed canus ; again,

[his vein. Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that threeCannot prick out five such, take each one in And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, king. The ship is under sail, and here she Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : comes anain.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority, Enter Costard armed, for Pompey. Ergo, I come with this apology. Cost. I Pompey am, -

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.Boyet. You lie, you are not he.

(Moth retires. Cost. I Pompey an,

Hol. Judas I am."Boyet. With libbard's head on knee. Dum. A Judas!

Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must Hol. Not Iscariot, sir, — needs be friends with thee. [the big,- Judas I am, ycleped Vaccabeus."

Cost. "I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd Dum. Judas Maccabeus clipt is plain Judas. Dum. The great." [nam'd the Great ; Birun. A kissing traitor.-How art thou Cost. It is "great," sir ;-"Pompey sur

Judas I am."- (proved Judas? That oft in field, with targe and shield, did Dum. The more shame for you, Judas. make my foe to sweat :

Hol. What mean you, sir?
And travelling along this coast, I here am Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

come by chance, plass of France.' Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet Biron. Well follow'd : Judas was hanged If your ladyship would say, • Thanks, Pom

on an elder. pey," I had done.

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.



Hol. "

Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Princess.] Sweet royalty, bestow on me the Hol. What is this?

sense of hearing. (Biron whispers Costard. Boyet. A cittern head.

Prin. Speak, brave Hector : we are much Dum. The head of a bodkin.

delighted. Biron. A death's face in a ring.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, Boyet. Loves her by the foot. scarce seen.

Dum. He may not by the yard. [nibal," Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Arm." This Hector far surmounted HanDum. The carved bone face on a flask. Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. is gone ; she is two months on her way. Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Arm. What meanest thou ? Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth- Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trodrawer.

[countenance. jan, the poor wench is cast away : she's And now forward ; for we have put thee in quick; the child brags in her belly already :

Hol, You have put me out of countenance. I'tis yours.
Biron. False : we have given thee faces. Árm. Dost thou infamonize me among po-
Hol. But you have outfac'd them all. tentates? Thou shalt die.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped, for
Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. Jaquenetta that is quick by him ; and hanged,
And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost for Pompey that is dead by him.
thou stay?

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Dam. For the latter end of his name. Boyet. Renowned Pompey !
Biron. For the ass to the Jude? give it Biron. Greater than great, great, great,
him :-Jud-as, away.

[humble. great Pompey! Pompey the huge ! Hol. This is not generous ; not gentle; not Dum. Hector trembles. Boyet. A light for monsieur Jude? it grows Biron. Pompey is moved. More Ates, dark, he may stumble.

more Ates ! stir them on, stir them on! Prin. Alas, poor Maccabeus, how hath he Dum. Hector will challenge him. been baited!

Birun. Ay, if he have no more man's blood Enter Armado armed, for Hector. in's belly than will sup a flea.

[thee. Biren. Hide thy head, Achilles : here Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge comes Hector in arms.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a Dum. Though my mocks come home by northern man: I'll slash; I'll do it by the me, I will now be merry.

(this. sword. - I pray you, let me borrow my arms King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of again. Boyet. But is this Hector? [timbered. Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies. King. I think Hector was not so clean- Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Long. His calf is too big for Hector.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey! [lower. Dum. More calf, certain.

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the Biron. This cannot be Hector.

combat? Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he What mean you? you will lose your reputation. makes faces.

Arm. Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me: Arm." The armipotent Mars, of lances the I will not combat in my shirt. Gave Hector a gift, -"

[almighty, Dum. You may not deny it : Pompey hath Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

Biron. A lemon. made the challenge. Long. Stuck with cloves.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Dim. No, cloven. Arm. Peace !- Biron. What reason have you for't ? " The armipotent Mars, of lances the al- Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no mighty,

shirt; I go woolward for penance. Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; [ye Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight Rome for want of linen; since when, I'll be

From morn till night, out of his puvilion. sworn, he wore none but a dish-clout of Jaom that flower,

quenetta's, and that he wears next his heart Dum, That mint.

for a favour. Long: That columbine.

Enter Mercade. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Mer. God save you, madam!

Long. I must rather give it the rein ; for it Prin. Welcome, Mercade ; runs against Hector,

But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rot- bring ten: sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherburied; when he breathed, he was a man.-- Prin. Dead, for my

life! But I will forward with my device. [To thel Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

Biron. Worthies, away! The scene begins At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, to cloud.

As bombast, and as lining to the time : Arm. For my own part, I breathe free But more devout than this in our respects, breath. I have seen the day of wrong through Have we not been ; and therefore met your the little hole of discretion, and I will right in their own fashion, like a merriment. [loves myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much King. How fares your majesty?

Long. So did our looks. (more than jest. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. Ros.

We did not quote them so. King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, stay.

[lords, Grant us your loves. Prin. Prepare, I say. -I thank you, gracious Prin.

A time, methinks, too short For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, To make a world-without-end bargain in. Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this :The liberal opposition of our spirits :

If for my love (as there is no such cause) If over-boldly we have borne ourselves You will do aught, this shall you do for me : In the converse of breath, your gentleness Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord ! To some forlorn and naked hermitage, A heavy heart bears but a humble tongue : Remote from all the pleasures of the world ; Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks There stay, until the twelve celestial signs For my great suit so easily obtain'd. [forms Have brought about their annual reckoning.

King. The extreme part of time extremely If this austere insociable life All causes to the purpose of his speed ; Change not your offer made in heat of blood ; And often, at his very loose, decides

If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin That which long process could not arbitrate : weeds, And though the mourning brow of progeny Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

But that it bear this trial, and last love ; The holy suit which fain it would convince ; Then, at the expiration of the year, (deserts, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Come challenge me, challenge me by these Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it [lost, And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, From what it purpos'd ; since, to wail friends I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut Is not by much so wholesome profitable, My woeful self up in a mourning house, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Raining the tears of lamentation Prin. I understand you not : my griefs are For the remembrance of my father's death. double.

(ear of grief ; If this thou do deny, let our hands part ; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the Neither intitled in the other's heart. [deny, And by these badges understand the king. King. If this, or more than this, I would For your fair sakes have we neglected time, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Play'd foul play with our oaths : your beauty, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! ladies,

(humours Hence ever, then, my heart is in thy breast. Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what Even to the opposėd end of our intents :

to me?

(rank : And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are As love is full of unbefitting strains ; You are attaint with faults and perjury ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, Atwelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, Full of stray shapes, of habits, and of forms, But seek the weary beds of people sick. Varying in subjects, as the eye doth roll Dum. But what to me, my love? but what To every varied object in his glance :

to me?

(honesty : Which party-coated presence of loose love Kath. A wife !--A beard, fair health, and Put on by ris, if, in your heavenly eyes, With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Have misbecome our oaths and gravities, Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle Those heavenly eyes, that look into these wife?

(a day faults,

Kath. Not so, my lord ; a twelvemonth and Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers Our love being yours, the error that love makes say: Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, Come when the king doth to my lady come ; By being once false for ever to be true Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. To those that make us both, --fair ladies, you : Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,


{again. Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. [love ; Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of Long. What says Maria ? Your favours, the embassadors of love ;


At the twelvemonths end, And, in our maiden council, rated them I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Long. I'll stay with patience ; but the time Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet is long

love three years. But, most esteemed greatMar. The liker you; few taller are so young. ness, will you hear the dialogue that the two Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on learned men have compiled in praise of the me;

owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, in the end of our show. What humble suit attends thy answer there : King. Call them forth quickly; we will do Impose some service on me for thy love. Arm. Holloa! approach.

(so. Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Re-enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Before I saw you; and the world's large

Costard, and others. tongue

This side is Hiems, winter ; this Ver, the Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, spring ; the one maintained by the owl, the Full of comparisons and wounding flouts, other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. Which you on all estates will execute

SONG. That lie within the mercy of your wit. (brain, To weed this wormwood from your fruitful Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, And therewithal to win me, if you please,

And lady-smocks all silver-white, (Without the which I am not to be won,)

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, You shall this twelvemonth tern), from day to Do paint the meadows with delight, day,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse Mocks married men ; for thus sings he,
With groaning wretches ; and your task shall

With all the fierce endeavour of your wit (be, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0, word of fear!
To enforce the painèd impotent to smile.

Unpleasing to a married ear.
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat
It cannot be ; it is impossible : (of death? When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. (spirit, And merry larks are ploughmen's
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing

clocks, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :

And maidens bleach their summer A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

smocks, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

The cuckoo then, on every tree, Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,

Mocks married men : for thus sings he, Deafd with the clamours of their own dear


Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0, word of fear !
Will hear your idle scorns, continue them, Unpleasing to a married car.
And I will have you and that fault withal ;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, And I shall find you empty of that fault,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, Right joyful of your reformation.

And Tom bears logs into the hall, Biron. A twelvemonth! well, befall what And milk comes frozen home in pail, will befall,

When blood is nippid, and ways be foul, I'll jest a twelvemonth in a hospital.

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

To-who; Prin. (To the King.] Ay, sweet my lord ; and so I take my leave.

To-whit, to-who, a merry note, King. No, madam : we will bring you on

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. your way.

(old play ; When all aloud the wind doth blow, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an

And coughing drowns the parson's saw, Jack hath not Jill ; these ladies' courtesy And birds sit brooding in the snow, Might well have made our sport a comedy.

And Marian's nose looks red and raw, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth When roasted crabs hiss in the bowi, And then 'twill end.

(and a day, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
That's too long for a play.

To-who ;
Enter Armado.

o-whit, to-who, a merry note, Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Prin. Was not that Hector ? Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after Arm, I will kiss thy royal finger, and take the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this leave. I am a votary; I have vowed tolway.


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