on Ve, ridi, vici; which to annothanize in the vular.- O base and obscure vulgar! - videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; [TO a. two; overcame, three. Who came? The king. Why did he come? To see. Why did be see? To overcome. To whom came he? Tthe beggar. What saw he? The beggar. Wo overcame he? The beggar. The concluBcn is victory; on whose side? The king's. [75 The captive is enriched; on whose side? The bars. The catastrophe is a nuptial; whose side? The king's; no, on both in one, or me in both. I am the king, for so stands the comparison; thou the beggar, for so wit- [80 seth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy are I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I 4. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; for les? titles; for thyself? me. Thus, expectgthy reply, I profane my lips on thy [85 fat, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart thy every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinever of [125 Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, 130 [SCENE II. The same.] Enter DULL, HOLOFERNES the Pedant, and NATHANIEL. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly, and done in the testimony of a good conscience. Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like [5 a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth. Nath. Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least; but, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. 10 Dull. T was not a haud credo; 't was a pricket. Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his incli- [15 nation, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather, unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to assert again my haud credo for a deer. 20 Dull. I said the deer was not a haud credo; 't was a pricket. Hol. Twice-sod simplicity, bis coctus! O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; 25 Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb [0 of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners; for their sons are [ well tutor'd by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you. You are a good member of the commonwealth. Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, [∞ they shall want no instruction; if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: but rir sapit qui pauca loquitur; a soul feminine saluteth us. Enter JAQUENETTA and the Clown [COSTARD. Jaq. God give you good morrow, master Parson. Hol. Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if [ one should be pierc'd, which is the one? Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine; 't is pretty; [" it is well. Jaq. Good master Parson, be so good as read me this letter. It was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armado. I beseech you, read it. Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra ruminat, - and so forth. Ah, [00 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed. ady his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes. Where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; 115 Weil learned is that tongue that well can thee commend, Al gorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire. Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire. 120 Celestial as thou art, O, pardon love this wrong, tongue. H. You find not the apostrophas, and so is the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the [125 elaney, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, a. Ovidius Naso was the man; and why, deed. Naso, but for smelling out the odorifer Bowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Latar is nothing: so doth the hound his masTer the ape his keeper, the tired horse his [130 der. But, damosella virgin, was this directed Jog. Ay, sir. from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords. 66 H. I will overglance the superscript: "To [135 5 snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline." I will look again on the intelYour ct of the letter, for the nomination of the party ting to the person written unto: ship's in all desired employment, BIRON." Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the vota- [140 with the King; and here he hath framed atter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, h accidentally, or by the way of progresbath miscarried. Trip and go, my sweet; er this paper into the royal hand of the [145 It may concern much. Stay not thy comeat; I forgive thy duty. Adieu. Jaq. Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God 150 [Exeunt Cost. and Jaq.] Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saith, Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father; I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the [155 verses did they please you, Sir Nathaniel? Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please you to gratify the table with a [161 grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your so- [165 ciety. Nath. And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life. Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. [To Dull.] Sir, I do invite you [170 too; you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at their game, and we [Exeunt. will to our recreation. [SCENE III. The same.] : Enter BIRON, with a paper in his hand, alone. Bir. The King he is hunting the deer, I am coursing myself; they have pitched a toil, I am toiling in a pitch, - pitch that defiles; "set thee down, sordefile! a foul word. Well, row!" for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well proved, wit! By the [s Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax. It kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep well proved again o' my side! I will not love; if I do, hang me; i' faith, by this light, but I will not. O, but her eye, I would not love her; yes, for [10 for her eye, her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' [15 my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper; God give him [20 [He stands aside. grace to groan! Enter the KING [with a paper]. King. Ay me! Bir. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. In faith, secrets! [25 King. [Reads.] "So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The dew of night that on my cheeks down flows; Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright 30 "Ay me!" says one; cries; 140 66 O Jove!" the other Ore her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes: I Long.] You would for paradise break faith and troth; Is Dun.] And Jove, for your love, would in- What will Biron say when that he shall hear will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me prove 156 Thee worms for loving, that art most in love? Ia beam do find in each of three. what a scene of foolery have I seen, hs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! 41 profound Solomon to tune a jig, 165 19 -re lies thy grief, 0, tell me, good Dumain? Too bitter is thy jest. betray'd thus to thy over-view? 180 With men like you, men of inconstancy. King. Soft! whither away so fast? 185 A true man or a thief that gallops so? Enter JAQUENETTA and Clown [COSTARD]. Jaq. God bless the King! What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason. What makes treason here? 190 Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. If it mar nothing neither, read. Our parson misdoubts it; 't was treason, he said. Where hadst thou it ? 195 [He reads the letter. King. Where hadst thou it? 200 Bir. A toy, my liege, a toy; your Grace needs not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. name. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his [Gathering up the pieces.] Bir. [To Costard.] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess. King. What? 206 Bir. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess. - He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, more. Dum. Now the number is even. 210 True, true; we are four. [Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta.] Bir. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us em brace! 215 As true we are as flesh and blood can be. Not you to me, but I betray'd by you, hat am honest; I, that hold it sin betray'd by keeping company 175 220 Bir. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, |