so, they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved wit; By the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me. I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye, by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. Enter the King, with a paper. King. Ah me! Biron. [aside.] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet. Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap: I'faith secrets. King. [reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: Nor shines she silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: No No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O Queen of Queens, how far dost thou excel! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? [Steps aside, Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. appear! Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. [Aside. [Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear ing papers. shame! [Aside. King. In love, I hope; Sweet fellowship in [Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name. [Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'à so? [Aside. Biron. I could put thee in comfort; not by two, that I know: [Aside. Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim plicity. Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to move: VOL. IV. sweet Maria, Empress of my love! These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Biron. O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Disfigure not his slop. Long. This same shall go. [Aside. [He reads the sonnet, "Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye (Gainst whom the world cannot hold argu ment,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. woman I forswore; but, I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; 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: A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this; Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, . And wretched fools' 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! [Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there your [dside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber Mi lie. 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! [Aside. [Aride. King. And 1 mine too, good Lord! Asider Biron. Amen, so I had mine: good word? Is not that a [Aside Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers; weet 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. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, [Aside. Spied a blossom, passing fair, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom even Jove would swear, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. King. Come, Sir, [advancing.] you blush; as You chide at him, offending twice as much: |