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Raining the tears of lamentation,
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to
me? Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury; Therefore, if you my favour' mean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Kath. A wife ! A beard, fair health, and ho
Dum. 0, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
At the twelvemonth'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 talle, are so young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress look on me, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there; Impose some service on me for thy love.
Ros. Oft liave I heard of you, my lord Birón,
Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue ;
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day : Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile. 1. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of
death? It cannot be; it is impossible: ::Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : .: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
[To the King. King. No, madam : we will bring you on your
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; LOVE'S LOBOUR'S LOST. Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemoth and a
And then 'twill end.
That's too long for a play.
Arm. I will kiss th y royal finger, and take leave: . I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. *
Arm. Holla! approach. Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, CoSTARD, :
and others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spr the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
i cuckoo-buds - ] Cuckoo-buds must be wrong. I be. lieve cou slip-buds, the true reading. FARMER.
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,* And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
3 — doth keel the pot.] i.e. cool the pot. 4- the parson's saw,] Saw seems anciently to have meant, VOL 11.
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,"
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way.
not as at present, a proverb, a sentence, but the whole tenor of any instructive discourse.
s When roasted crabs, &c.] i.e. the wild apples so called. The bowl must be supposed to be filled with ale; a toast and some spice and sugar being added, what is called lamb's wool is produced.
In this play, which all the editors have concurred to censure, and some have rejected as unworthy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are many passages mean, childish, and vulgar; and some which ought not to have been exhibited, as we are told they were, to a maiden Queen. But there are scatter'd through the whole many sparks of genius; nor is there any play that has more evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare.
END OF VOLUME SECOND.
C. Bildwin, Printer,