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LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

T.

ACT I SCENE I.

The PALACE.

Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain.

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KING.
ET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

Live register'd upon our brazen tombs;
And then grace us in the disgrace of death :
When, spight of cormorant devouring time,
Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy

That honour which shall bate his fcythe's keen edge;
And make us heirs of all eternity.
Therefore, brave conquerors ! for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires;
Our late edict shall strongly Itand in force.
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ;
Our court shall be a little academy,
Still and contemplative in living arts.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years term to live with me,
My fellow scholars; and to keep those statutes,
That are recorded in this schedule here.
Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names :
That his own hand may strike his honour down,
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm’d to do, as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep them too.

Long. I am resolv’d; 'tis but a three years fast :
The mind shall banquet tho' the body pine ;
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortify'd :
The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser llaves :
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ;
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation over.
So much (dear liege) I have already sworn,
That is, to live and study here three years :
But there are other strict observances;
As, not to see a woman in that term,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there.
And one day in a week to touch no food,
And but one meal on every day beside ;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there,
And then to sleep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day;
(When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day ;)
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there.
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep;
Not to see ladies, ftudy, fast, not seep.

King. Your oath is pass’d, to pass away from these.

Biron. Let me say, no, my liege, an' if you please ;
I only swore to study with your grace,
And stay here in your court for three years' space.

LONG. You swore to that Biron and to the rest.

Biron. By yea and nay, fir, then I swore in jeft. What is the end of study ? let me know? King. Why, that to know, which else we should not

know,
Biron. Things hid and barr'd (you mean) from common

sense,
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompence.

Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study fo,
To know the thing I am forbid to know;
As thus; to study where I well may dine,

When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,

When mistresses from common sense are hid. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it, and not break

my

troth.

If ftudy's gain be this, and this be fo,
Study knows that, which yet it doth not know :
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say no.

King. These be the ftops, that hinder Audy quite;
And train our intelļects to vain delight.

Biron. Why, all delights are yain; but that most vain, Which, with pain pụrchas’d, doth inherit pain; As, painfully to pore upon a book,

To see the light of truth; while truth the while
Doth falsly blind the eye-fight of his look :

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile;
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed,

By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

And give him light, that it was blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorious fun,

That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won,

Şave base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights,

Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know, is to know nought: but fame; }
And every godfather can give a name.

King. How well he's read, to reason against reading
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding.
Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow the weed-

Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a

breeding
Dum. How follows that?
Biron. Fit in his place and time.
Dum. In reason nothing.
Biron. Something then in rhime.

Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.

Biron. Well; fay, I am: why should proud summer boast, Before the birds have any cause to sing ? Why should I joy in an abortive birth? At Christmas I no more defire a rose, Than with a snow in May’s new-fangled earth: But like of each thing, that in season grows. So you, to study now it is too late, That were to climb o'er th' house t’unlock the gate.

King. Well, fit you out-Go home, Biron : Adieu!

Biron. No, my good lord, I've sworn to stay with you And though I have for barbarism spoke more,

Than for that angel knowledge you can fay;
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And 'bide the penance of each three years' day.
Give me the paper, let me read the same;
And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.

King. How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!

BIRON, Item." That no woman shall come within a mile of my court."

[reading Hath this been proclaimed ?

Long. Four days ago.

Biron. 'Let's see the penalty. "On pain of losing her tongue :

[reading. Who devis'd this penalty?

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