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Can any face of brass hold longer out?- What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; As precious eye-sight; and did value me Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; 5 That he would wed me, or else die my lover. And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
Most honourably doth uphold his word. (troth, O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; I never swore this lady such an oath. Nor never come in visor to my friend;
110 Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain, Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song: ' You gave me this; but take it, sir, again. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
King. My faith, and this, the princess I didgive: Three-pil'd' hyperboles, spruce affectation, | I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Figures pedantical; these summer flies
| Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: 15 And lord Biron, I thank hiin, is my dear.I do forswear them : and I here protest,
What; will you have me, or your pearl again? By this white glove, (how white the hand, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.God knows!)
I see the trick on't;-Here was a consent', Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd (Knowing aforehand of our merriment)
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : 120 To dash it like a Christmas comedy: szany?, And to begin, wench,-so God help me, la ! Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Ros. Sans sans?, I pray you.
(trick Biron. Yet I have a trick
That smiles his cheek in years & ; and knows the Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; 125 To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see;
Told our intents before : which once disclosed, Write, Lord have mercy on us on those three; The ladies did change favours; and then we, They are infected, in their hearts it lies;
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of shie. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Now to our perjury to add more terror, "These lords are visited; you are not free, 30 We are again forsworn; in will and error'. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. [to us. Much upon this it is:-And might not you Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
[To Boyet. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undous. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true, Do not you know my lady's foot by the squiero, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue * ? 35 And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Biron, Peace; for I will not haveto dowith you. And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
| Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd";
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrouch Some fair excuse.
[transgression 40 You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, Prin. The fairest is confession
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have King. I was, fair madam.
done. Prin. When you then were here,
Enter Costard. What did you wbisper in your lady's ear? sher. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. King. That more than all the world I did respect | Cost. O lord, sir, they woukl know, Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will! Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. reject her.
1501 Biron. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.
1 Cost. No, sir; but it is very fine, Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;
For every one pursents three. Your oath broke once, you force not to forswear. Biron. And three times three is nine. King. Despise me,when I break this oath of mine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Prin. I will; and therefore keep it;-Rosaline, 551
it is not so: ' A metaphor taken from the pile of velvet. ? That is, without French words. The inscrip. tion put upon the doors of the houses infected with the plague. Our author bere puns upon tlie word sue, which signifies to prosecute by law, or to offer a petition. That is, You make no difficulty to forswear. “That is, a conspiracy. That is, a buffoon, or merry Andrew. In rears signities, into wrinkles. 'i.e. First in will, and afterwards in error, 10 From the French esquierre, a rule or square. The sense is nearly equivalent to the proverbial expression, he hath got the length of her foot; i. e. he hath humour'd her so long that he can persuade her to what he pleases. "That is, You may say what you will.
You cannot beg us', sir, I can assure you, sir ; wel | Biron.The pedant,the braggart,the hedge-priest, know what we know: the fool, and the boy :
[again, I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,
A bare throw at novum?; and the whole world Biron, is not nine.
Cannot prick out' five such, take each one in his Cost. L'nder correction, sir, we know where | 51. vein. unul it doth amount.
| King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for
amain. [Pugeant of the Nine Worthies. nine.
Enter Costurd for Pompey. Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get Cost. “ I Poinpey am," your living by reckoning, sir.
1101 Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Biron. How much is it?
Cost. “ I Pompey am," Cos. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, thel | Boyet. Witla libbard's head on knee. . actors, sir, will sbew whereuntil it doth amount: Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfece be friends with thee.
[Big,”— one inan in one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. 15 Cost. “I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ?
Dum. The great. Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Cost. It is great, sir;-“ Pompey surnam'd Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know
the great; not the degree of the worthy ; but I ani to stand | That oft in field, with targe and shield, did for him.
make my foe to sweat; Biron. Go bid them prepare. [some care. " And, travelling along this coast, I here am come Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir, we will takel
by chance; King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not " And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet, approach. Erit Costard. lass of France.”
[cone. Biron. Weare shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis 25 If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had some policy
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. To have one show worse than the king's and his Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was company.
| Iperfect: I made a little fault in, great. King. I say, they shall not come. [now; | Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Poinpey proves
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o’er-rule you 30 the best worthy. That sport best pleases, that doth least know how;
Enter Nathaniel for Alexander. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Nath. “When in the world I liv'd, I was the Dies in the zeal of that which it presents,
world's commander; There form confounded makes most form in mirth; " By east, west, north, and south, I spread my When great things labouring perish in their birth. 135/ conquering might: Biron. A right description of our sport,my lord. “My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am AlisanEnter Armado.
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of
stands too right'. thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of Biron. Your nose smells no, in this most tenderwords. [Conterses apart with the king. 40
smelling knight. Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, Biron. Why ask you?
good Alexander. Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's mak Nath. ~ When in the world I liv'd,' I was the Arm. That's all one,mny fair, sweet, honey mo
world's coinmander:"narch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceed-45 Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so Alisaning fantastical ; too, too vain; too, too vain: But Biron. Pompey the great,-we will put it as they say, to fortuna della guerra. Cost. Your servant, and Costard. [sander. I wish you the peace of mind, inost royal couple- | Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Aliment!
Cost. (), sir, you have overthrown Alisander the King. Here is like to be a good presence of 50 conqueror! [To Nath.] You will be scraped out worthies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, lof the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander: This poll-ax sitting on a close-stool", will be given Arinado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Mac- Ito A-jax?; he will then be the ninth worthy. A chabaus.
conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, 55 shame, Alisander. [Exit Naih.] There, an't shall These four will change babits, and present the other please you! a foolish mild man, an honest man,
Biron. There is five in the first show. [live. liook you, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous King. You are decciv'd, 'tis not so. I good neighbour in sooth; and a very good bowler:
*Meaning, we are not fools; our next relations cannot beg the wardship of our persons and fortunes. One of the legal tests of a natural is to try whether he can number. ? Novum was an old game at dice. A phrase still in use among gardeners. This alludes to the old heroic habits, which on the knees and shoulders had usually, by way of ornament, the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's head. To relish this joke, the reader should recollect, that the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his shoulders. Alluding to the arıs given to the nige worthies in the old history. '! A paltry pun upon Ajax and a jakes.
but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;--a little | Dum. More calf, certain. o'erparted:- But there are worthies a-coming wil Boytt. No; he is best indu'd in the small. speak their mind in some other sort.
Biron. This can't be Hector. Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Motb for Hercules. 5 Army. “The armipotent Mars, of lances the alHol. “Great Hercules is presented by this imp, “ Gave Hector a git,”
(mighty, “ Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dum. A gilt nutmeg. “canus;
Biron. A lemon. " And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Long. Stuck with cloves". “Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus; 110 Dum. No, cloven
(the almighty, “ Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
Arm. Peace! “The armipotent Mars, of lances “ Ergo, I come with this apology.”
| “Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion! (yea, [ToMoth.] Keep some state in thy erit, and vanish. “A man so breath'd, that, certain, he would oght, Hol. “ Judas I am,-"
[Exit Nioth. “From morn till night, out of his pavilion, · Dum. A Judas!
115“ I am that flower, " Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.--
Dum. That mint. # Judas I am, ycleped Macchabzus."
Long. That columbine. Dum. Judas Macchabæus clipt, is plain Judas. | Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue, Biron. A kissing traitor:-llow art thou prov'd Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Hol. “ Judas l'am,-”.
[Judas:|20 runs against Hector. Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a grey hound. Hol. What mean you, sir?
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Boyet. To make Jullas hang himself.
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. selder. when he breath’d, he was a man-But I will forBiron. Well follow'dl; Judas was hanged on an 25 ward with my device; [To the Princess sweet Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. Biron. Because thou hast no face.
| Prin, Speak, brave lector ; we are much deHlol. What is this?
lighted. Boyet. A cittern: head.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Dum. The head of a bodkin.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Biron. A death's face in a ring [seen. Dum. He may not by the yard. Lorg. The face of an old Roman coin, scarcel Arm. “This Hector far surmounted Hannibal," Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a Hask?. I gone, slie is two months on her way. Biror St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. 35 Arm. What mean'st thou? Dum. Ay, and in a brooch ot lead.
Cost. Faith, unless you play the hone: t Trojan, Biron. Ar, and worn in the cap of a tooth- the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the - drawer;
stenance. child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun | Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten
Biol. You have put me out of countenance. 40tates? thou shalt die.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for JaqueHol. But you have out-tac'd them all.
Inetta that is quick by him; and hang’d, for PomBiron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. pey that is dead by him. Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
Dum. Most rare Pompey! And soadieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay: 45 Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Dun. For the latter end of his naine.
| Bion. Greater than great, great, great, great Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him: 1 Pompey! Pompey the huge! Judas, away.
[ble. Dum. Hector trembles. III. This is not generous, not gentle, not hum- Biron. Pompey is mov'd:More Aies, inore Bojet. Alight for monsieurJudas; it grows dark, 50Ates'; stir them on, stir them on! he may stumble.
| Dum. Hector will challenge him. Prin. Alas, poor Macchabzus, how he hath! | Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's been baited!
| belly than will sup a flea. Enter Armado, for Hector. ,
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here come: 531 Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern llector in arms.
man: I'll slash; I'll do't by the sword:-I pray Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, you, let me borrow my arms again. I will now be merry.
[this. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. . kine. Hector was but a Trojan' in respect ot! | Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Boyct. But is this lector?
601 Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Düm. Ithink, llector was not so clean timber'd. Noth. Mąster,let me take you a buttop-holelower. Long. His leg is too big for llector.
I Do you not see, Pompey is uncasingforthe combat? 1 A citlern was a musical instrument of the harp kind.
That is, a soldier's powder-horn. "A Trojan, in the time of Shahspeare, was a cant term for a thief. * An orange stuck with clure's appears to have been a cummon new-year's gift. 5 Ate was the heathen goddess who incited blood shed. Meaning the weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey.
What mean you? you will lose your reputation. I jAll wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
sirm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I Form’d by the eye, and, thereiore, like the eye, will not combat in my shirt.
Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forins, Dwn. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll made the challenge.
15 To every varied object in his glance: Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Which party-coated presence of loose love, Biron. What reason have you fort?
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; ! Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, I go woolward' for penance.
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome 10 Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, hel Our love being yours, the error that love makes wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, that a' wears next bis heart for a favour.
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both, fair ladies, you; Mer. God save you, madam!
15 And even that falshood, in itself a sin, Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
| Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Ver. I am sorry, nadam; for the news I bring, Your favours, the ambassadors of love; Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father And, in our maiden council, rated them Prin. Dead, for my life.
20|At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Mer. Even so: my tale is told. [cloud.! As bombast and as lining to the tiine: Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to But more devout thap tliis, in our respects,
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Have we not been; and therefore met your loves I have seen the days of wrong through the little in their own fashion, like a merriment. [than jest. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a 25 Dum. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more soldier.
Ereunt Worthies. Long. So did our looks. King. How fares your majesty?
Ros. We did not quote them so. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. | Grant us your loves. Prin. Prepare,I say.--I thank you,gracious lords, 30 Prin. A time, methinks, too short For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,
To make a world-without-end bargain in : Out of a new-ad soul, that you vouchsafe
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd inuch, In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
Full of dear guiltiness; and theretore this,The liberal? opposition of our spirits:
If for my love (as there is no such cause) li over-boldly we have borne ourselves
135/ You will do aught, this shail you do for me: In the converse of breath, your gentleness
Your oath I will not trust: but go with speed Was guilty of it.--Farewell, worthy lord!
To some forlorn and nakeil hermitage,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
1401 Have brought about their annual reckoning: King. The extreme parts of time extremely forms If this austere insociable lite All causes to the purpose of his speed;
Change not your offer made in heat of blood; And often, at his very loose, decides
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, That which long process could not arbitrate: Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love; And though the mourning brow of progeny 45 But that it bear this trial, and last love; Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
Then, at the expiration of the year, The holy suit which fain it would convince; Come challenge, chall. -ge me by these deserts, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
I will be thine: and will that instant, shut From what it purpo 'd; since, to wail friends lost, 50 My woeful self up in a mourning-house; Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
Raining the tears of lamentation, As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
for the remembrance of my father's death. Prin. I wderstand you not, my griefs are double. If this thou do deny, let our bands part; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear oi Neither intitled in ibe other's heart. And by the ebadgesunderstand the king. [grief;--551 King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, For your iair sahes have we neglected time, I To flatter' up these powers of mine with rest, Plavotoulplay withour oaths; your beauty, ladies, The sudden hand of death close up mine eve! Haih much deform'd us, fashioning our humours | lience ever then my heart is in thy breast. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Biron. Audwhat to me, my love? and whattome? And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
100 Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; As love is full of unbetitting strains;
| Your are attaint with fault and perjury:
"To go woolzard was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries, and means, that he was clothed in woo', and not in linen. 2 Liberal here signities, as has been remarked in other places, free to excess. 3 That is, tempted us. Bombast was a stuti of loose texture, and used formerly to swell the garment, and thence used to signify bulk, or slew without scliuity. That is, 10 sonth.
Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,
Biror. That's too long for a play. A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest,
Enter Armado. But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to Prin. Was not that Hector? me?
[nesty : 51 Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. Kath. A wife!-a beard, fair health, and how Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. | leave: I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? I to hold the plough for her sweet love three year.
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. | King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Enter all for a song.
This side is Hiems; winter.
[owl, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. This Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the
Long. I'll stay with patience; but thetime is long. The other by the cuckow.
.. SON G.
[ 5 Ꮲ Ꭱ ] N G. Inpose, some service on me for thy love,
When daizies pied, and violets blue, Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,
And lady-smocks all silver-white, Before I saw you, and the world's large tongue 25 And cuckore-buds of yellow hue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Do paint the meadows zith delight, Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts ;
The cuckow then, on every tree, Which you on all estates will execute, ,
Mocks marry'd men, for thus sings he,
Unpleasing to a murried ear! (Without the which I am not to be won)
When shepherds pipe on oaten strari's, You shall this twelve-month term from day to day
And merry luks are plowmen's clocks, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
When turtles tread, and rooks, and dates, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, 35)
And maidens bleach their summer smocks, With all the tierce' endeavour of your wit,
The cuckow then, on every tree, To enforce the pained i:npotent to smile. [death?
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Biron. To move wiid laughter in the throat of
Cuckow; It cannot be; it is impossible:
Cuckow, cuckow,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
W I N T E R.
And Dick the shepherd blozes his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot?..
When all aloud the wind doth blow, Biron. A twelve-month? well, befal what will
And coughing drowns the parson's sur", befal,
And birds sit brooding in the snozi, I'll jest a twelve-month; in an hospital.
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Prin. Ay, my sweet lord; and so I take myl
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, leave.
[To the King.
Then nightly sings the staring orl, King. No, madam; we will bring you on your
[play; Tu-whit, to-zuho, a merry note,
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the
[Exeunt omnes. · Fierce here means vehement, rapid. ? Dr. Johnson thinks, that dear should here, as in many other places, be dere, sad, odious. 'i. e. Scum the pot. The word is yet used in Ireland. «j. e. his discourse,