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AC T IV.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ? A Patilion in the Park near the Palace. Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. [lruth. Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Cost. The thickest and the tallest !'tis so; truth is
Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as mywit, Prin. WAS that the king that spurr'd his horse 5 One of these inaidis' girdles for your waist should so hard
be fit. Against the steep uprising of the bill?
Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickBoyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
est here. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will ? mind.
101 Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch;
one lady Rosaline. On Saturday we will return to France.-
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
friend of mine : That we must stand and play the murderer in? Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; 15 Break up this capon'.
Prin. I thank my beauty; I am fair that shoot, This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; And thereupon thou speak’st, the fairest shoot. It is written to Jaquenetta.
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. We will read it, I swear: [ear. Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again 20 Break the neck of the wax, and every one give
Boyet. [Reads.] “By heaven, that thou art fair, is O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! most intallible; true, that thou art beauteous; For. Yes, madam, fair.
for truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
" than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. 25“ truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; “ vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate
[Giving him money. king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and Fair payment for foul words is more than due. “ indubitate beggar Zenelephon; and he it was
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. “ that might rightly say, reni, vidi, vici ; which
Prin. See, see, my beauty w:!: besav'd by merit. 30" to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
vulgar) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: A giving band, though foul,shall have fair praise.- p. He came, one; saw, two ; overcame, three. But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, " Who came? the king ; Why did he come? to And shooting well is then accounted ill.
“ see; Why did he see? to overcome; To whom Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: 351 came he? to the beggar; What saw he? the Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ; beggar; Whom overcame he? the beggar: The If wounding, then it was to shew my skill, "' conclusion is victory; Onwhose side: the king's: That inore tor praise, than purpose meant to kill. “ the captive is enrich'd; . On whose side? The And, out of question, so it is sometimes;
beggar's: The catastrophe is a nuptial; On Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; [part, 40" whose side? the king's?-no; on both in one, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward “ or one in both. I am the king; for so stands We bend to that the working of the heart : " the comparison : thou the beggar; for so witAs I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
os nesseth ihy lowliness. Shall I command thy The poor deer's blood that my heart means no “ love? I nay: Shall I enforce thy love ? I could: Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove-45" Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou reignty
exchange for rags? robes; For tittles? titles ; Only for praise sake, when they strive to be " For thyself? me. Thus, expecting thy reply, Lords o'er their lords?
(fore! I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may af- picture, and my heart on thy every part. To any lady ihat subdues a lord.
501 “ Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Enter Costard.
“ Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO." Prin. Here comes a member of the common- Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar wealth.
'Gainst thee, thou lamb,that standest as his prey; Cost. God dig-you-den all ! Pray you, which is Submissive fall his princely feet before, the head lady?
55 And he from forage will incline to play: Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? that have no heads.
Food for his rage, repasture for his den. That is, Open this letter. Our poet uses this metaphor, as the French do their poulet, which signifies both a young fowl and a love-letter. ? Illustrate for illustrious.
Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that in- Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he 'll dited this letter? [hear better?
ne'er hit the cloutt. What vane? what weather-cock? Did
Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike, Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember
your hand is in.
(the pin. the stile.
[ere wbile. 15
Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er 'it Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps
lips grow foul. here in court;
[sport Cost. She's too liard for you at pricks, gir ;A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes
challenge her to bow). To the prince, and his book-mates.
10 Boyet. I fear too much rubbing : Good night, Prin. Thou, fellow, a word:
my good owl. (Exeunt all but Costard. Who gave thee this leiter?
Cost. By my soul, a swain ! a most simple clown! Cost. I told you, my lord.
Lord, lord: how the ladies and I have put him Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?
[gar wit! Cost. From my lord to my lady.
15 0' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulPrin. From which lord to which lady? When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as Cost.From niylord Biron,a good master of mine,
it were so fit. To a lady of France, that he called Rosaline. armathoo'the one side,-0, a most dainty man! Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! lords, away
20 To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another
a' will swear! day.
[Exit Princess attended. And his page o't'other side, that handful of wit! Boyet. Who is the shooter? who is the shooter: Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Ros. Shall I teach you to know?
[Shouting within. Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
[E.rit Costard. Ros. Why, she that bears the bow.
SCENE II. Finely put off!
[marry, Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou
Enter Dull, Holofernes', and Sir Nathaniel. Hangme by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done Finely put on!
30 in the testimony of a good conscience. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in Boyet. And who is
deer? (near. blood, ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth Ros. If we chiuse by horis, yourself; come not like a jewel in the ear of Calo,--the sky, the wels Mnely put on, indeed!
kin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on Alar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and 35 the face of Terra,—the soil, the land, the carth. she strikes at the brow.
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I bit are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, her now?
sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a 40 Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. little boy, as touching the hit it?
Hol. Most barbarous intimation ! yet a kind of Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explithat was a woman when queen Guinever of Bri- cation; facere, as it were, replication; or, rather tain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. ostentare, to shew, as it were, his inclinationafHos. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, (Singing. 45 ter his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, un
Thou canst not hit it, my good man. pruned, untrained, or rather unletter'd, or raBoyet. An I cannot, cunnot, cunnot,
therest, uncontirined fashion,—to insert again my An I cannot, another can. [Er. Ros. & Kat. Thaud credo for a deer. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant how both Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; did fit it!
150|'twas a pricket'. Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they Hol. Twice sod simplicify, bis coctus !- thou both did hit it.
monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou looh! Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A Nath. Sir, he hath never fed on the dainties mark, says. my lady!
that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it 55 as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect Mur. Wide o' the bow hand! l’faith, your is not replenished; he is only an animal, only hand is out.
sensible in the duller parts: "A pun upon the word stile. ?i..e. a little while ago. 3 Shooter here means suitor. "j.e. the white mark at which archers took their aim. The pin was the wooden nail which upheld it. 5 Dr. Warburton says, that by Holofernes was designed a particular character, a pedant and a schoolmaster of our author's time, one John Florio, a teacher of the Italian tongue in London. • A species of apple. ' A buck is the first year, a fawn; the second year, a pricket; the third year, a sorell; the juurth year, a soure; tbe jujih year, a buck of the first head; the sixth year, a compleat buck.
And such barren plants are set before us, that we the gist is good in those in whom it is acrite, and thanhtul should be
lain thankful for it. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so
that do fructify in us more than he. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tuFor as it would ill become me to be vain, indis- 5 cord by you, and their daughters profit verv creet, or a fool,
[in a school :) greatly under you: yon are a good member of So were there a patch' set on learning, to see him the commonwealth. But,omne bene,say I ; being of an old father's mind, Hol. Mchercle, if their sons be ingenious, they Niany can brook the weather, that love not the shall want no instruction: if their daughters be wind.
10 capable, I will put it to them: But, rir sapit, qesi Dull. You two are book-men; Can you tell pauca loquitur : a soul teminine saluteth us. by your wit,
Enter Jaquenetta, and Costard. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not Jaq. God give you good-:norrow, master par
tive weeks old as yet? Hol. Dictyona, goockman Dull; Dictyona, 15 Hol. Master parson,-quasi person. And if good man Dull.
one should be pierc'd, which is the one? Duill. What is Dictynna?
Cost. Marry, master school-master, he that is Nath. A title to Phabe, to Luna, to the moon, likest to a hogshead. Hol. The mion was a month old, when Adam Ilol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of was no more;
[tive-score. 20 conceit in a turt of earth ; fire enough for a flint, And raught not to tive weeks, when he came to pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is well. The allusion holds in the exchange'.
Juq. Good master parson, be so good as read me Dull. 'Tis true, indeed; the collusion holds in this letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent the exchange.
me from Don Armatho: I beseech you, read it. Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say the al- 25 Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quundo pecus omne lusion holds in the exchange.
sub umbra Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the ex- Ruminat,- and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan'! change; for the moon is never but a month old: I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Vesay beside, that 'twas a pricket that the
(nice; princess Kill’d.
Chi non te ride, ei non te pregiao. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extempo
Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth ral epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to hu- thee not, loves thee not,-Ut, re, sol, la, mi,fa.-mour the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, raprincess kili'd, a pricket.
ther as Horace says in his—What,my soul, verses? Aath. Perge, good miaster Holofernes, perge; 35 Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Fiol. I wil something atlect the letter; for it Lege, domine. argues facility.
Nath. “ If love make me forsworn, how shall I The praiseful princess piered and prick'd a
swear to love?
[vou’d! prettij pleasing pricket;
401 " Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty Some say, a soure ; but not a sore, 'till now made Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll failla
sore with shooting : [from thicket; The dogs did yell; put Lto sore, then sorel jumps “ Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee Or pricket, sore, or else sorel, the people full
“ like osiers bowed. a hooting.
[O sore L 45“ Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine If sore be sore, then I tó sore makes liftu sores;
[comprehend: Of one sore I am hundred make, by udding but “ Where all those pleasures live, that art would Nath. A rare talent.
[one more L. “ If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
[commend : him with a talent.
50" Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simile “ All ignorant that soul, that stes thee without a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures,
adinire) shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, (“ Which is to me some praise, that I thy paris revo'utions: these are begot in the ventricle of
Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and 55 dreadful thunder,
sweet tire. delivered upon the mellowing of occasion: But “Which, not to anger bent, is musick, and
· Patch here means a sillud, foolish, fellow. The term is supposed to have been adopted from a celebrated fool named Patch, and who wearing, perhaps in allusion to his name, a party-colour'd dress, all stage fools have ever since been distinguisha’d by a motley coat. ?i. e. reach'd not.i. e. the riddle is as good when I use the name of Adam, as when you use the name of Cain. 4 Alluding to L being the numeral for 50. Baptista Spagnolus (surnained Mantuanus, from the place of bis birth) was a writer of poems, who tlourished towards the latter end of the 15th century. His Eclogues were translated before the time of Shakspeare. : That is, “O Venice, Venice, lie who husnever seen thee, has thee not in estcem."
« ful prove;
“Celestial as thou art, ob pardon, love, this wrong, Itoiling in a pitch; pitch, that defiles; defile! a “ That sings the heaven's praise with such an foul word. Well, Set thee down, sorrow! for so, “ earthly tongue !"
they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss fool. Well prov'd, wit! By the lord, this love is the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here 5 as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep: it kills me, I a are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, sheep: Well prov'd again on my side! I will not facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi- love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. 0, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; but her eye-by this light, but for her eye, I but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well
, fancy? the jerks of invention? Imitari, is no-101 do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my thing; so doth the hound his master, the ape throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But damo- me to rhime, and to be melancholy; and bere is sella virgin, was this directed to you?
part of my rhime, and here my melancholy. Well, Jug. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown of the strange queen's lords.
15 bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady bath it: Hol. I will overglance the superscript. “ To sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! - By the • the snow-white hand of the most beauteous world, I would not care a pin, if the other three O lady Rosaline." I will look again on the in- were in: Here comes one with a paper; God tellect of the letter, for the nomination of the give him grace to groan ! [He stunds aside. party writing to the person written unto: 20 “ Your Ladyship’s in all desired employment,
Enter the King.
« Biron." King. Ay, me! Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries Biron. [Aide.] Shot, by heaven! -Proceed, with the king: and here he hath fram'd a letter sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy to a sequent of the stranger queen’s, which, acci-25 bird-bolt under the left pap:-' faith, secrets. dentally, or by the way of progression, liath inis- King. [Reads.) “ So sweet a kiss the golden carry'd.—Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this
sun gives not paper into the royal hand of the king; it may “ Tothose tresh morning dropsupon the rose, concern much: Stay not thy compliment; I for- “ As thy eye-beains, when their fresh rays give thy duty; adieu.
[flows: Jaz. Good Costard, go with me.--Sir, God “ The night of dew that on my cheeks down sare your life!
“ Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Cost. Have with thee, my girl.
Through the transparent bosom of the deep, [Ereunt Cost. and Jaq. “ As doth tlry face through tears of mine give, Nath. Sir you have done this in the fear of God, 35 very religiously: and, as a certain father saith
“ Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear “ No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, colourable colours'. But, to return to the verses; “ So ridest thou triumphing in thy woe; Did they please you, Sir Nathaniel ?
“ Do but behold the tears that swell in me, Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.
40 " And they thy glory through my grief will Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a cer
" shew: tain pupil of mine; where if (being repast) it shall “ But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep please you to gratisy the table with a grace, ) My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. will, on my privilege I have with the parents of
queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! the aforesaid child or pupil, undertake your ben45“ Nothought can think nortongue of mortaltell." venuto; where I will prove those verses to be How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper: very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, Sweet leaves, shade fully. Who is he comes here? nor invention : I beseech your society:
[The king steps aside. Nuth. And thank you too: for society (saith the test) is the happiness of life.
Enter Longarille. Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly con- What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear. cludes it.--Sir, I do invite you too; [To Dull. Biron. [ Aside.] Now, in thy likeness, once you shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; more fool appear! ihe gentles are at their game, and we will to our Long. Ay me! I am forsworn. recreation.
[Exeunt. 55 Biron. [ Aside.] Why, he comes in like a perSCENE III.
jure, wearing papers*. Enter Biron with a paper.
King. [Aside.] In love, I hope; Sweet fellow
ship in shame! Biron. The king is hunting the deer; I am Biron. [-Aside.] One drunkard loves another Coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am 601
of the name, ?i.e. The hound and the ape are taught to imitate the tricks of their masters. ? Tired here means attired, alluding to Benks's horse, mentioned in a former note, p.150. "That is, specious appearances. • Couvicted perjurers, when punished, wear on the breast a paper expressing the crime.
Lous vary wit.
*s in me.
Long. [Aside. ] Am I the first, that have been Long. And I had mine!
[Aside. perjur'd so?
King. And I mine too, good Lord! [ Aside. Biror. [ Aside. ] I could put thee in comfort; Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a not by two, that I know:
Aside. Biron. [Aside.] U, rhimes are guards on wan-10
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have ton Cupid's hose:
writ. Disfigure not his slop'.
Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can Long. This same shall go.-[He reals the sonnet.
[ Aside, “ Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye
Dumain reads his sonnet, “ ('Gainst whoin the world camot hold a1-15 gument)
« On a day, (alack the day !) “Persuade my heart to this false perjury [ment. “ Love, whose mouth is ever May, ·
“ Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punish- Spy'd a blossom, passing fair, “ A woman I forswore: but, I will prove,
“ Playing in the wanton air : “Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: 20 Through the velvet leaves the wind, My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; “ All unseen, 'gan passage tind; Thy grace being gain’d, cures all disgrace « That the lover, sick to cleath,
“ Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. “ Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: “ Air, (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow; “ Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth 25 “ Air, would I might triumph so! “ dost shine,
“ But, alack, my hand is sworn, “ Exhal'st this vapour vow: in thee it is: “ Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; “ If broken then, it is no fault of mine;
"Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; “ If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, “ Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. " To lose an oath to win a paradise?” 30 “ Do not call it sin in me,
" That I am forsworn for thec: Biron. (Aside.] This is the liver vein?, which
“ Thou, for whom even Juve would swear, makes tlesh a deity;
“ Juno but an Ethiope were ; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out
“ And deny himself for Jove,
Turning inortal for thy love."
I'his will I send; and something else more plain, Long. By whom shall I send this?-Compa That shall express my true love's fasting' pain. ny! stay:
[Stepping aside. 0, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, Biron. (Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant 40 Were lovers too! till, to example ill, Like a demy-god here sit l in the sky, [play : Would from my forehead write a perjur'd note ; And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. For none offend, where all alike do dote. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish! Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, Dumain transform’d, four woodcocks in a dish! Chatinlove'sgriefdesir'stsociety: [comingforzard. Dum. O most divine Kate!
45 You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Biron. O inost prophane coxcomb! [Aside. To be o'er-heard, and taken napping so. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! King. Come, sir, you blush; as bis, your case Biron. By earth, she is not corporal'; there
is such ;
[coming fortcard, [Aside. You chide at him, offending twice as much: Dum.Her amber hair for foul bath amber coted. 50 You do not love Maria? Longaville Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well Did never sonnet for her sake compile? noted.
Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart Dum. As upriglit as the cedar.
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart? Biron. Stoop, I say;.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush, Her shoulder is with child.
[Aside. 55 And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Dum. As fair as day.
I heard your guilty rhimes, observ'd your tashion ; Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: must shine.
[ Aside. Ay me! says one ; V Jove! the other cries; Dum. O that I had my wish!
Her hairs were gold, chrystal the other's eyes: Slops are large and wide-knee'd breeches, the garb in fashion in our author's days, as we may observe from old family pictures; but they are now worn only by boors and sea-faring men. 2 Tho liver was supposed to be the seal of love. Corporal here means corporeal. * Tocote, is to outstrip, to overpass. : Fusting here signifies longing, wanting. M
o' the way.