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His loving bosom, to keep down his heart:
[To Damain. \Vhat will Biron fay, when that he shall hear A faith infringed, which such 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 hypocrisie. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me.
[coming forward. Cood heart, what grace hast 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, 'tis a hateful thing ; Tush; none but minstrels like of sonnetting. But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not All three of you, to be thus much o'er-shot ? You found his mote, the king your mote did see : But I a beam do find in each of three. 0, what a scene of fool'ry have I seen, Of lighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen? O me, with what ftri&t patience have I fat,
To see a king transformed to'a knot !
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd by you.
KING. Soft, whither away so fast ? A true man or a thief, that gallops so ?
Biron. I post from love; good lover let me go,
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
King. If it mar nothing neither,
JA'Q. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read,
KING. Biron, read it over. [He reads the letter. Where hadft thou it?
Jag. Of Costard.
fear it. LONG. It did move him to paffion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.
[To Costard. Guilty, my liege, guilty ; I confess, I confess.
DUM. Now the number is even.
BIRON. True, true; we are four.
King. Hence, firs, away.
[Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0, let us embrace : As true we are, as flesh and blood can be.
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven will shew his face:
Young blood doth 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 fhew some love of
thine? Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly
At the first opening of the gorgeous east)
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-fighted eye
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty ?
King. What zeal, what fury, hath inspir’d thee now? My love (her mistress) is a gracious moon;
ng itar) scarce seen a light
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues;
Fy, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs :
She passes praise, then praise too short, doth blot. A wither'd hermit, fivescore winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy i
O, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine.
KING. By heav'n, thy love is black as ebony.
A wife of fuch wood were felicity.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack,
No face is fair, that is not full so black?
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night;
BIRON. Devils sooneft tempt, resembling spirits of light : O, if in black my lady's brow he deckt,
It mourns, that painting and ufurping hair Should ravish doters with a false aspect :
And therefore is ihe born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days,
For native blood is counted painting now;
Paints itself black to imitate her brow.
For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day: Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day here. KING. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Dum, I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.