O, 'tis the fun, that maketh all things fhine. O, who can give an oath? where is a book? No face is fair that is not full fo black. The hue of dungeons, and the ftole of night. Biron. And beauty's drefs becomes the heavens well. Devils fooneft tempt, resembling fpirits of light; O, if in black my lady's brow be deckt, It mourns, that painting, and ufurped hair Should ravish doters with a false aspect: And therefore is the born to make black fair, Her favour turns the fashion of the days, For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid difpraife, Paints it felf black to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black? Long. And fince her time, are colliers counted bright ? King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack? Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your miftreffes dare never come in rain, For fear their colours fhould be washt away. King. 'Twere good yours did: for, Sir, to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not wafht to-day." Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk 'till dooms-day here. King. No devil will fright thee then fo much as the. Dum. I never knew man hold vile ftuff fo dear. Long. Look, here's thy love, my foot and her face fee.. Biron. O, if the ftreets were paved with thine eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for fuch tread. Dum. O vile! then as he goes, what upward lyes The ftreet fhould fee as the walk'd over head. King. But what of this, are we not all in love? Biron. Nothing fo fure, and thereby all forfworn. King. Then leave this chat, and, good Biron, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay marry there, fome flattery for this evil. Some tricks, fome quillets, how to cheat the devil? Biron, 0, 'tis more than need. Have at you then, affection's Men at arms; And where that you have vow'd to ftudy (Lords) And in that vow we have forfworn our books: Dd 2 And And therefore finding barren practifers, Still climbing trees in the Hefperides? From womens eyes this doctrine I derive : And And who can fever love from charity? King. Saint Cupid then! and, foldiers, to the field! Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Lords; Pell mell, down with them: but be firft advis'd, In conflict that you get the fun of them. Long. Now to plain-dealing, lay these gloffes by, Shall we refolve to woo thefe girls of France? King. And win them too; therefore let us devife Some entertainment for them in their tents. Biron. First from the park let us conduct them thither, We will with fome ftrange paftime folace them, Biron. Allons! Allons! fowed cockle reaps no corn, . Light wenches may prove plagues to men forfworn ; Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel and Dull Hol. SA [Exeunt. Nath. I praife God for you, Sir, your reafons at dinner have been sharp and fententious; pleasant without fcurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and ftrange without herefie: I did converse this quondam-day with a companion of the King's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi bominem tanquam te. His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majeftical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrafonical. He is too picked, too fpruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath, Nath. A moft fingular and choice epithet! [Draws out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the ftaple of his argument. I abhor such phanatical phantafms, fuch infociable and point-devife companions, fuch rackers of orthography, as do fpeak dout fine, when he fhould fay doubt; det, when he fhould pronounce debt d, e, b,t; not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf: half, hauf: neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abbreviated ne : this is abominable, which we would call abhominable, it infinuateth to me of infanie: Ne intelligis, Domine, to make frantick, lunatick ? Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo." Hol. Bone? bone for benè; Prifcian a little scratch'd, 'twill ferve. SCENE II. Enter Armado, Moth and Coftard. Nath. Videfne quis venit? Hol. Video, & gaudeo. Arm. Chirra. Hol. Quare Chirrah, not Sirrah? Arm. Men of peace, well encountred. Hol. Moft military Sir, falutation. Moth. They have been at a great feaft of languages, and ftole the scraps. Coft. O, they have liv'd long on the Alms-basket of words. I marvel thy mafter hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not fo long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier fwallow'd than a flap-dragon. Moth. Peace, the peal begins. Arm. Monfieur, are you not letter'd? Moth. Yes, yes, he teaches boys the horn-book : What is A B fpelt backward with the horn on his head? Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Moth. Ba, moft filly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou confonant? Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them, or the fifth, if I. Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, I Matb. The fheep; the other two concludes it, o, u. Arm: |