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Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth
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 vein, which
makes flesh a deity; A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'
Enter Dumain, with a paper.
Dum. O most divine Kate!
(Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber
coted.1 Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
[Aside. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Biron.
Stoop, I say ; Her shoulder is with child.
[ Aside. Dum.
As fair as day. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
[ Aside. Dum. O that I had my wish!
(1) Outstripped, surpassed.
And I had mine! (Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord! Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good
word? Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Peigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then inci
sion 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.
[Aside. Dum. On a day (alack the day.)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Turning mortal for thy love.-
Long. Dumain (advancing.) thy love is far from
charity, 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
his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much : You do not love Maria; Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile; Nor never lay bis wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush, And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : You would for paradise break faith and troth;
[To Long. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
To Dumain. What will Biron say, when that he shah hear A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me.
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me :
[Descends from the tree. Good heart, what grace liast 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, 'uis a hateful thing; Tush, none hut minstrels like of sonnetting. But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? You found his mote; the king your moto did see;
But I a beam do find in each of three.
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betrayed, by keeping company With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time In pruning3 me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, A leg, a limb?— King.
Soft; Whither away so fast ?
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason.
What makes treason here? Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
If it mar nothing neither, . The treason, and you, go in peace away together.
Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; (1) Grief. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimıning myself.
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.
King. Biron, read it over. Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it?
Jaq. Of Costard.
thou tear it?
not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore
let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead (T. Cos
tard.) you were born to do me shame.Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess.
make up the mess : He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
Dum. Now the number is even.
True, true; we are four :-
Hence, sirs; away. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai
tors stay. (Exeunt Cost. and Jaq Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us em
brace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face
Young blood will not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines show some
love of thine? Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the