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Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it here in court;
were, so fit. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Armatho o'the one side,-0, a most dainty man! To the prince, and his book-mates.
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word: To see him kiss his hand ! and how most sweetly Who gave thee this letter ?
a' will swear!
I told you; my lord. And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit!
[Shouting within. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
(Excil Costard, running.
Nathaniel, and Dull.
Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in Here, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another the testimony of a good conscience. day.
[Éxit Princess and Train. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ?
ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth Ros.
Shall I teach you to know ? like a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the welkin, Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
the heaven; and anon salleth like a crab, on the Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. face of terra,-the soil, the land, the carth.
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyei. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou are sweetly varicd, like a scholar at the least : But, marry,
sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Finely put on!
Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Roś. Well then, I am the shooter.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Boyel.
And who is your deer? insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explicaRos. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather,
ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after Finely put on, indeed !
his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon strikes at the brow.
firmed fashion—to insert again muy haud credo for Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit a deer. her now?
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; Ros. Shall I come upon thes with an old saying, 'twas a pricket. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coclus !-O thou little boy, as touching the hit it ?
monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain are bred in a book; he hath not cat paper as it was a little wench, as touching the hit it. were ; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hil it. (Singing. repleuished; he is only an animal, only sensible in Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
the duller parts; Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
And such barren plants are sct before us, that we In I cannot, another can.
thankful should be [Exeunt Ros. and Kath. (Which we of taste and tecling are) for thosc parts Cost. By my troth, most pleasant ! how both did For as it would ill become me to be vaius, indiscrect,
that do fructify in us more than he. fii it! Ma. A mark marvellous well shot; for they So, were there a patch2 sct on learning, to see him
or a fool, both did hit it.
in a schcol: Boyet. A mark! 0, mark but that mark; A But, one bene, say 1; being of an old father's mind,
mark, says my lady!
Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by is out.
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not
hit the clout.
Hol. Dictynna, good mun Dull; Dictynna, good land is in,
Dull. What is Dictynna ? Cost. Then will she got the upshot by cleaving Nalh. A title to Phoebe, to Lina, to the moon. the pin.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam
was no more;
And raugliny not to live weeks, whicn he came to five lenge her to bow).
The allusion holds in the exchance.
Dull. 'Tis truc indccd; the coilusion holds in the
change; for the moon is never but a month old: (1) A species of apole. (2) A low fellow.
and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prin-|Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful
prove; Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to huinour osiers bowed. the ignorant, I have call’d the decr the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine kill'd, a pricket.
eyes; Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; Where all those pleasures live, that art would so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
comprehend : Hol. I will something atfect the letter; for it If knowledge be the mark, to know thes shall sufargues facility. The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty! Well learned is that tongue, that well can thot pleasing pricket;
commend : Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till nouo made All ignorant that soul, that sees thce without won
sore with shooting. The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts from thickel;
admire ;). Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his hooting.
dreadful thunder, If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifly sores; 0 Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire.
Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly one more L.
tongue ! Nath. A rare talent!
Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here him with a talent.
are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, but for sinelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doih memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired deilver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the horse' his rider.-But damosella virgin, was this gilt is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am directed to you? Thankful for it.
Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of Nati. Sir, I praise the Lord for you ; and so the strange queen's lords. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor’d Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the by you, and their daughters profit very greatly un- snow-white hana the most beauteous Lady Rosader you: you are a good member of ihe common-line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, wealth.
for the nomination of the party writing to the person Hol. Mehercle, is their sons be ingenious, they written unto : shall want no instruction : if their daughters be Your ladyship's in all desired employment, capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapil, qui
BIRON. pauca loquilur : a soul feminine saluteth us. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the rotaries with
the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a seEnter Jaquenetta and Costard.
quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the
or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Hol. Master parson,-quasi pers-on. And if one should be pierced, which is the one ?
royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu ! likest to a hogshead.
Jeq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a turf of carth; fire enough for a flint,
Cost. Have with thec, my girl. pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is well.
(Ereun! Cost, and Jaq. Jag. Good master parson, be so good as read me very religiously; and, as a certain father saith
Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armalho: I beseech you, read it.
Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear
colourable colours. But to return to the verses; Hol. Fausle, precor gelielâ quando pecus omne Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ? sub umbrâ.
Nath, Marvellous well for the pen.
, before repast, it shall
Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain
please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth said child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto ;
on my privilege I have with the parents of the forethee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.- where I will prove those verses to be very unlearUnder pardon, sir, what are the contentei or, rather, ed, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention: as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ?
I beseech your society.
Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the domine, Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I cludes it.-Sir, (TO Dull.] 1 do invite you too; you
Hol. And certes, the text most infallibly con. swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty gentles are at their game, and we will to our
shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; the vowed ! recreation.
Ezeunte (1) Horse adorned with ribbands.
(2) In truth.
SCENE III - Another part of the same. Enter These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Biron. (Aside.] 0, rhymes are guards on wanton
Cupid's hose : Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am
This same snall go.toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles ; defile!' a foul
(He reads the sonnet. word. Well
, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool.
('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad Persuade my heart to this fulse perjury? as Ajax: it kills sheep ; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if.A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,
Vows, for thee broke, deserve noi punishment. I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. 0, but her eye,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; My vow was earihly, thou a heavenly love; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the
Thy grace being sained, cures all disgrace in me. world but lic, and lie in my throat. By heaven, 1 Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to
Then thoil, fair sun, which on my earth doth be mclancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and
shine, here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my Exhaľst this rapour vov; in thee it is : sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, If broken then, it is no fault of mine; and the lady hath it : sweet clown, sweeter fool, If by me broke, IV hal fool is not so wise, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a io lose an oath to win a paradise ?. pin if the other three were in: Here comes one Biron. (Aside.) This is the liver vein, which with a paper; God give him grace to groan!
makes flesh a deity;
God amend us, God amend! we are inuch out o'
Enter Dumain, with a paper.
Stepping aside. king. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun Biron. (side.] All hid, all hid, an old infant gives not
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish:
Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum. () most divine Kate!
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye!
Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you So ridest thou triumphing in my 100 :
[Asiile. Do bul behold the tears that swell in me,
Dim. Her amber hairs for foul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief acill show :
coted. But do noi love thyself; then thoil will keep
Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well notcd. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
[. Aside, O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel !
Duim. As upright as the cedar.
Stoop, I say;.
(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? Dum.
As fair as day (Steps aside. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must
shine. Enter Longaville, with a paper.
Drum. O that I had my wish!
And I had mine! (.Aside,
King. And I mine too, good Lord ! (Aside. appear!
(Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.
(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear
Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she ing papers.
(Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incishame!
sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name? Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! [.Aside.
(Siside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Biron. (Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; not
writ. by two, that I know :
Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of
Dum. On a day (alack the day!)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvel leaves the mind, O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to deaih, (1) Outstripped, surpassed.
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath,
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow ; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you;
I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin
I am betrayed, by keeping company
With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? That I am forsworn for thee :
Or groan for Joan ? or spend a minute's time
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
A leg, a limb ? -
Soft; Whither away so fast? That shall express my true love's fasting pain. A true man, or a thief, ihat gallops so? O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Were lovers too! Ili, lo example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.
Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain, (advancing.) thy love is far from King.
What present hast thou there? charity,
Cosi. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir'st society:
What makes treason here? You may look palc, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. To be o'erhcard, and taken napping so.
If it mar nothing neither, King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush ; as The treason, and you, go in peace away together. his your case is such;
Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; You chide at him, offending twice as much: Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas trcason, he said. You do not love Maria ; Longaville
King, Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
Where hadst thou it ? Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
Jaq. Or Costard. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
King. Where hadst thou it ? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Cost. or Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion;
thou tear it ? Saw sighs reck from you, noted well your passion : Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries ;
not fear it. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradise break faith and troth;
let's hear it.
(To Long. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
(Picks up the pieces. (To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, (To Cos What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
tard.) you were born to do me shame. A faith infring'd, which such a zcal did swear? Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? King. What? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For all the wealth that ever I did see,
make up the mess : I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my liege, and I,
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Ah, good my liege, I pray thce pardon me: o, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
[Descends from the tree. Drm. Now the number is evcn. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron.
True, true; we are four :These worms for loving, that art most in love? Will these turtles be gone ? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King.
Hence, sirs, away. There is no certain princess that appears :
Cosl. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traie You'll not be perjur'd, 'lis a hateful thing;
(Ereint Cost, and Jaq. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.
Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us emBut are you not asham’d? nay, are you not,
brace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?
As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king your mote did see; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; But I a bcam do find in each of thrce.
Young blood will not obey an old decrce: (, what a scene of foolery I have scen,
We cannot cross the cause why we were born; of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of tecn!' Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
King. What, did these rent lines show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!
love of thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
Biron. Did thev, quoth you? Who secs the And profound Solomon to tune a jige,
heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, That, like a rude and savape man of Inde, And critic? Timon laugh at idle toys!
At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy grics, O tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ? Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? And where my liege's ? all about the breast :- What peremptory cagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho!
Dares look upon
the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.
That is not blinded by her majesty ?
King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee (1) Gries. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming mysell.
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Long. O, some authority now to proceed;
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Some tricks, some quillets,' how to cheat the devil. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Dum. Some salve for perjury. 0, but for my love, day would turn to night! Biron.
0, 'lis more than necd! or all complexions thc cull'd sovereignty. Have at you then, affection's men at arms:
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Consider, what you first did swear unto;Where several worthies make one dignity; To fast, -to study,- and to see no woman ;Where nothing wants, that want itself doth Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. seck.
Say, can you last ? your stomachs are too young; Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,- And abstinence engenders maladies.
Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it not: And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; In that each of you hath forsworn his book : She passes praise ; then praise too short doth Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? blot.
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Have found the ground of study's excellence,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Without the beauty of a woman's face ? Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. They are the ground, the books, the académes, 0, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Why, universal plodding prisons up Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! The nimble spirits in the arteries ; A wise of such wood were felicity.
As motion, and long-during action, tires 0, who can give an oath? where is a book ? The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, If that she learn not of her eye to look:
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes ;
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, o, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And in that vow we have forsworn our books; And therefore is shc born to make black fair. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Her favour turns the fashion of the days; In leaden contemplation, have found out
For native blood is counted painting now; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; Dum. To look like her, arc chimney-sweepers And therefore finding barren practisers, black.
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, bright.
Lives not alone immured in the brain ; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But with the motion of all elements, crack.
Courses as swist as thought in every power, Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is And gives to every power a double power, light.
Above their functions and their offices. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. A lover's eyes will gaze an cagle blind; King. 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, you plain,
When the suspicious head of thcst is stopp'd ; P'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Love's fecling is more soft, and sensible, Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; here.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in tastes King. No devil will fright thee then so much as For valour, is not love a Hercules, shc.
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Dhem. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, Long. Look, here's thy love : my foot and her As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; face see.
(Showing his shoe. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Biron, 0, if the streets were paved with thine Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. eyes,
Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Dum. O vile! then as she gocs, what upwardo, then his lines would ravish savage ears, lies
And plant in tyrants mild humility. The street should see as she walk'd over From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : head.
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? They are the books, the arts, the académes, Biron. 0, nothing so sure ; and thereby all for- That show, contain, and nourish all the world ;
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent : King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, Then fools you were these women to forswear; now prove
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools, Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. For wisdom's sake, a word ihat all men love ; Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-some flattery for this) evil.
(1) Law chicane.