Biron. [Aside.] O, rhimes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose : Disfigure not his slop. Long. This same shall go. [He reads the Sonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is : If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise? Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vien, which makes flesh a deity; 400 A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. way. Enter DUMAIN. Long. By whom shall I send this ?– -Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Like a demy-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fool's secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd, four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! 409 [Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! you lie. [Aside. Dum. Her amber hair for foul hath amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long. And I had mine! King. And I mine too, good Lord! [Aside. 420 [Aside. [Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be. [Aside. Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. DUMAIN reads his Sonnet. On a day (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, But, alack, my hand is sworn, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee: Thou, for whom even Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. [Aside. 430 440 This will I send; and something else more plain, 450 Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; For For none offend, where all alike do dote. Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: [Coming forward. You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'er heard, and taken napping so. 459 King. Come, sir, you blush; as his, your case is such; [Coming forward, You chide at him, offending twice as much : You do not love Maria? Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile ? 470 [To LONG. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To DUMAIN. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear I would not have him know so much by me. F Ah, Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me : [Coming forward. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, There is no certain princess that appears ? You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing; Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'er-shot? You found his mote; the king your mote did see; But I a beam do find in each of three. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! 491 Where lies thy grief? O tell me, good Dumain ! 500 And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? And where my liege's all about the breast:- King. Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you: |