Full of dear guiltinefs; and, therefore, this,-
If for my love (as there is no fuch caufe)

You will do aught, this fhall you do for me:
Your oath I will not truft: but go with speed
To fome forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about their annual reckoning:
If this auftere infociable life

Change not your offer made in heat of blood;

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If frosts, and fafts, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy bloffoms of your love,

But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm, now kifling thine,
I will be thine; and, till that inftant, shut
My woeful felf up in a mourning house;
Raining the tears of lamentation,
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part;
Neither intitled in the other's heart.

King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,

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To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The fudden hand of death close up mine eye!

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Kath. A wife!-a beard, fair health, and honesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Dum. O, fhall I fay, I thank you, gentle wife? Kath. Not fo, my lord;-a twelve-month and a day dear]-fad.

e weeds,]-attire.

To flatter up thefe powers of mine with reft,]-To footh my foul to reft with the flattering hope of obtaining you at the laft. To flatter on thefe hours of time with reft-To footh this long impofed delay.

I'll mark no words that fmooth-fac'd wooers fay:
Come when the king doth to my lady come,
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you fome.
Dum. I'll ferve thee true and faithfully till then.
Kath. Yet fwear not, left you be forfworn again.
Long. What fays Maria?

Mar. At the twelve-month's end,

I'll change my
black gown for a faithful friend.
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Mar. The liker you; few taller are fo

young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me,
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble fuit attends thy answer there;
Impose some service on me for thy love.

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Rof. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Before I faw you: and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts; Which you on all eftates will execute,

That lie within the mercy of your

wit:

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain;
And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,
(Without the which I am not to be won)

You fhall this twelve-month term from day to day
Visit the speechlefs fick, and still converse

With groaning wretches; and your task fhall be
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,

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To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?

It cannot be; it is impoffible:

Mirth cannot move a foul in agony.

Rof. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

replete with mocks ;]-of a fatirical turn. h fierce]-quick, lively.

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Which

Which fhallow laughing hearers give to fools:
A jeft's profperity lies in the ear

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

Of him that makes it: then, if fickly ears,

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Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans,

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Will hear your idle fcorns, continue then,

And I will have you, and that fault withal;
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I fhall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.

Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal,
I'll jeft a twelvemonth in an hospital.

Prin. Ay, fweet my lord; and fo I take my leave.

[To the King.

King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: thefe ladies' courtesy

Might well have made our sport a comedy.

King. Come, fir, it wants a twelve-month and a day, And then 'twill end.

Biron. That's too long for a play.

Enter Armado.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchfafe me,—
Prin. Was not that Hector?

Dum. That worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kifs thy royal finger, and take leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her fweet love three year. But, moft esteemed greatnefs, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praife of the owl and the cuckow? it fhould have follow'd in the end of our show.

King. Call them forth quickly, we will do fo.
Arm. Holla! approach.-

i drear.

* them.

Enter

Enter all for the fong,

This fide is Hiems; winter.

This Ver, the spring; the one maintain❜d by the owl,

The other by the cuckow.

Ver, begin,

SONG.

SPRING,

When daizies pied, and violets blue,

And lady-fmocks all filver-white,

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And cowflip buds of yellow bue,

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckow then, on every tree,

Mocks marry'd men, for thus fings be,
Cuckow;

Cuckow, cuckow-O word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear!

When Shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their fummer Smocks,
The cuckow then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus fings he,
Cuckow;

Cuckow, cuckow-O word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear!

WINTER.

When icicles bang by the wall,
And Dick the fhepherd blows his nail,

1 cuckow, crocus buds.

And

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When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parfon's "faw,
And birds fit brooding in the fnow,

And Marian's nofe looks red and raw,

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Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way.

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[Exeunt omnes.

keel-cool it; fcum it; ftir it with a ladle fo as to prevent the boiling over; turn it keel, or bottom, uppermoft, in order to scour it.

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faw,]-fermon.

roafted crabs hifs in the bowl]

"And fometimes lurk I in a goffip's bowl,

In very likeness of a roafted crab."

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A& II, S. 1. Puck.

P The words &c.]-Profe after poetry.

END OF VOLUME I.