He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Biron. True true; we are four :- King. Hence, firs; away. Coft. Walk afide the true folk, and let the traitors stay. [Exeunt Coftard and Jaquenetta. Biron. Sweet lords, fweet lovers, O let us embrace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: "We cannot crofs the caufe why we were born; King. What, did these rent lines fhew some love of thine?, Rofaline, That, like a rude and favage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vaffal head; and, ftrucken blind, Kiffes the bafe ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-fighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty? King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; She, an attending ftar, fcarce feen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron: Of all complexions the cull'd fovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; and you, and you,]-Coftard and Jaquenetta, whom he ftiles turtles just below. y We cannot cross the caufe why we were born;]-We must continue the fpecies. Where Where 2 feveral worthies make one dignity.; Where nothing wants, that want itself doth feek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fye, painted rhetorick! O, fhe needs it not: To things of fale a feller's praife belongs; a She paffes praife; and praise too fhort doth blot. A wither'd hermit, fivefcore winters worn, Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new born, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. A wife of fuch wood were felicity. No face is fair, that is not full fo black. с Biron. Devils fooneft tempt, refembling fpirits of light. O, if in black my lady's brow be deckt, It mourns, that painting, and ufurping hair, Should ravifh doters with a falfe afpect; And therefore is fhe born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days; For native blood is counted painting now: And therefore red, that would avoid difpraife, Paints itself black to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her, are chimney-fweepers black. feveral worthies make one dignity;]-feveral charms combine to form one fupreme beauty. C a then. bftole]-robe, drefs-fcowl. Spirits of light ]-arrayed beauty's creft]-fupreme fairness. in white garments. favour]-complexion. Long. Long. And, fince her time, are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their fweet complexion crack. Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistreffes dare never come in rain, For fear their colours fhould be wash'd away. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day here. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Dum. Ay, marry, there;-fome flattery for this evil. Biron. O, 'tis more than need! h Have at you then, " affection's men at arms: And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, crack]-boaft. quillets,]-fubtle evafions. men ut arms: J-Cupid's band of foldiers. h affection's where]-whereas. Can Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? k As motion, and long-during action, tires m * Teaches]-Gives fuch a notion of, furnishes fo perfect an idea of. 1 In leaden contemplation, have found out &c.]-By a dull pursuit of your studies have attained fuch poetical fire, fuch spritely lays. keep-are confined to. And And gives to every power a double power, Still climbing trees in the Hefperides? As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair; Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Or for love's fake, a word that 'loves all men ; n fufpicious head of theft]-of the thief, or head fufpicious of theft that fears robbing. • favour. P Hefperides ?]-the gardens of the Hefperides. the voice of all the gods &c.]—the voice makes all the gods of heaven drowy-he charms all his hearers with his harmony. loves-is agreeable to-leads all men hath a powerful influence over them. Or |