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Bot. Where's Peas-blossom !
Now thou and I are new in amity; Pea. Ready.
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's Dance in dake Theseus' bouse triumphantly, monsieur Cobweb
And bless it to all fair posterity : Cob. Ready.
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. weapons in your band, and kill me a red-hipped Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark ; humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mon- I do hear the morning lark. siear, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, too much in the action, monsieur; and, good mon- Trip we after the night's shade : sieur, have a care the boney-bag break not; I would We the globe can compass soon, be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, Swifter than the wand'ring moon. sigoior.- Where's monsieur Mustard seed?
Tita. Come, my lord : and in our flight, Must. Ready.
Tell us how it came this night, Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. That I sleeping here was found, Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
With these mortals, on the ground. (Ereunt. Must. What's your will?
(Horns sound within Bot. Nothing, good monsiear, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mon- Enter Thesens, Hippolyta, Egeus, and Train. sieur; for methinks, I am marvellous bairy about the The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;face : and I am such a tender ass, if my bair do bat For now our observation is perform’d: tickle me, I must scratch.
And since we have the vaward of the day, Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet My love shall hear the music of my hounds.love?
U couple in the western valley; go : Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music : let Despatch, I say, and find the forester. us have the tongs and the bones.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. And mark the musical confusion
Bot. Traly, a peck of provender ; I could munch of bounds and echo in conjunction. your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, to a bottle of hay: good way, sweet hay, hath no fel-When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear low.
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Tita. I have a venturous fairy that sball seek Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves, The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. The skies, the fountains, every region near
Bot. I had rather have a handfal, or two, of dried Seem'd all one matual cry : I never heard peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir su musical a discord, such sweet thunder. me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
With ears that sweep away the morning dew; So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; Gently entwist,--the female ivy 80
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Each under each. A cry more tunable 0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
Was never holla'd to, por cheer'd with horn, [They sleep. In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :
Judge, when you hear.- But, soft; what nymphs are Oberon advances. Enter Puck.
these! Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: sight?
And this Lysander: this Demetrius is; Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
I wonder of their being here together. Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, For she his hairy temples then had rounded
Came here in grace of our solemnity:With
coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; Bat, speak, Egeus ; is not this the day And that same dew which sometime on the buds That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Ege. It is, my lord. Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes,
The, Go, bid the huntsman wake them with their Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
horns. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
Horns, and Shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child ;
Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
past; And now I have the boy, I will undo
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
Lys. Pardon, my lord. And, gentle Pack, take this transformed scalp
(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. From off the head of this Athenian swain ;
I pray you all, stand up. That he, awaking when the other do,
I know, you are two rival enemies :
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
To sleep by hate, and tear no enmity!
Lys. My lord, 1 shall reply amazedly,
Hali 'sleep, balf waking : But as yet, I swear,
But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-
And now I do betbink me, so it is :)
I came with Hermia hither; our intent
Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Without the peril of the Athenian law. Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough ; Obe. There lies your love.
I beg the law, the law, upon his head. Tita.
How came these things to pass? They would have stol'o away, they would, Demetrius, o, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! Thereby to have defeated you and me :
Obe. Silence, a while. -Robin, take off this head.-- You, of your wife, and me, of my consent;
of my consent that she should be your wife. Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Tita. Music, bo ! music; such as charmeth sleep. of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
Fair Helena in fancy following me. Obe. Sound, music. (Still Music.) Come, my Bat, my good lord, I wot pot by wbat power, queen, take hands with me,
(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,
Enter Bottom. Which in my childhood I did dole upon:
Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
Quin. Bottom !-0 most courageous day! O most The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
happy hour! Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
me pot_wbat: for, if I tell you, I am no true AtheBut, like in sickness, did I loathe this food :
nian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
out. Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. And will for evermore be true to it.
Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, The. Fair lovers, you are fortanately met:
is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel toOf this discourse we more will hear anon.
gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to Egeus, I will overbear your will;
your pumps; meei presently at the palace; every For in the temple, by and by with us,
man look o'er his part, for, the short and the long is, These couples shall eternally be knit.
our play is preferred. In any case, let Tbisby have And, for the morning now is something worn,
clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
pare his nails, for they sball hang out for the lion's Away, with us, to Athens; 'Three and three,
claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor We'il bold a feast in great solemnity.-
garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do Come, Hippolyta. (Exeunt The. Hip. Ege. and Train. No more words ; away; go, away. not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy,
(Exeunt. Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguish
Sto methinks : SCENE I. The same. An Apartment in the And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Palace of Theseus.
It seems to me
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and That yet we sleep, we dream.- Do not you think,
Attendants. The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseas, that these lovers Her. Yea; and my father.
speak of. Hel. And Hippolyta.
The. More strange than true. I never may beLys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
lieve Dem. Why then, we are awoke : let's follow him; These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
(Exeunt. Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact : swer :--my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, ho! One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; --Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender; Snout, That is, the madman : the lover all as frantic, the tinker ! Starveling! God's my life! stolen bence, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to what dream it was: Man is but an ass, if he go ahout
heaven; to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is And, as imagination bodies forth no man can tell what. Methought I was, and me
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen thought I had, But man is but a patched fool, if he Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing will offer to say what methought I had. The 'eye of A local habitation, and a name. man hath not heard, the ear of man bath not seen; Such tricks hath strong imagination ; man's hand is not able to taste, bis tongue to con- That, if it would but apprehend some joy, ceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this or, in the night, imagining some fear, dream: 'it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because How easy is a bush
suppos'à a bear! it hath no bottom: and I will sing it in the latter Hip. But all the story of the night told over, end of a play, before the duke : Perad venture, to And all their minds transfigur'd so together, make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her More witnesseth than fancy's images, death.
And grows to something of great constaucy ;
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's House. Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and
Helena. Enter Quince, Flute, Suout, and Starveling.
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, come home yet?
Accompany your hearts ! Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is
More than to us transported.
Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It
The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man in To wear away this long age of three hours,
we have, all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.
Between our after supper, and bed time? Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Where is our usual manager of mirth! handicraft man in Athens.
What revels are in hand I is there no play, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a To ease the anguish of a torturing hour! very paramour for a sweet voice.
Call Philostrate. Klu. You must say, paragon : a paramour is, God
Philost. Here, mighty Theseas. bless us, a thing of nought.
The. Say, what abridgment have you for this Enter Snug.
What mask? what music ? How sball we beguile Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the tem- The lazy time, if not with some delight! ple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are married : if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men
Make choice of wbich your highness will see first. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six
(Giving a Paper. pence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped Tbe. (Reads) The battle with the Centaurs, to sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyra- We'll none of that : that have I told my love, inas, or nothing.
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
and Lion, as in dumb Show. That is an old device ; and it was play'a When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
show; of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.
• But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. That is some satire, keen, and critical,
• This man is Pyramus, if you would know; Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
* This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
• This man, with line and rough-cast, doth present And his love thisbe : very tragical mirth.
Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunMerry and tragical! Tedious and brief!
[content That is, hot ice, and wondrous strange snow.
"And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are How all we find the concord of this discord ? . To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words
This man, with lantern, dog, and busl of thorn, long;
• Presenteth moonshine : for, it you will know, Which is as brief as I have known a play:
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn Bat by ten words, my lord, it is too long i
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. Which makes it tedious: for in all the play • This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;
• Did scare away, or rather did aff'right: For Pyramus therein doth kill hinself,
. And, as she fed, her mantle she did fall; Which, when I saw rebears'd, I must confess, • Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : Made mine eyes water ; but more terry tears
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The passion of loud laughter never shed.
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : The. What are they, that do play it!
• Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Philost. Hard-handed mea, that work in Athens • He bravely broach'd bis boiling bloody breast; here,
• And, Thishy tarrying in mulberry shade, Which never labour'd in their minds till now;
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, With this same play, against your nuptial.
• At large discourse, while here they do remain.' The. And we will hear it.
Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine, Philost.
No, my noble lord, The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. It is not for you: I have beard it over,
Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
many asses do. Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Wall. In this same interlude, it doth befall, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain · That I, one snout by nanie, present a wall: To do you service.
. And such a wall, as i would have tbiok, The. I will hear that play:
That bad in it a cranny'd bole, or chink, For never any thing can be amiss,
. Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, When simpleness and duty tender is.
• Did whisper often very secretly. Go, bring them in ;-and inke your places, ladies. . This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth
show Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'erchargil,
That I am that same wall; the truth is so : And daty in his service perishing.
And this the cranny is, right and sivister, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' thing.
The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. better? The. The kinder we, to give then thanks for Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard nothing:
discourse, my lord. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence ! And what poor duty cannot do,
Enter Pyramus. Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd Pyr. O grim-look'd night I 0 night with hue so To greet me with premeditated welcomes ;
black ! Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, O night, which ever art, when day is not! Make periods in the midst of sentences,
O night, ó night, alack, alack, alack, Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
* And thou, o wall, o sweet, o lovely wall, Not paying me a welcome Trust me, sweet,
• That stand'st between her father's ground and Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
mine; And in the modesty of fearful duty
Thou wall, wall, O sweet lovely wall, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
(Wall holds up his Fingers. Love, therefore, and tongne-tied simplicity,
Thanks, courteous wall: jove shield thee well for In least, speak most, to my capacity.
But what see !! No Thisby do I see.
o wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; Pkilost. So please your grace, the prologue is ad
The. The wall, metbinks, being sensible, should The. Let him approach. (Flourish of Trumpets. carse again.,
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Prologue.
me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am Prol. If we offend, it is noith our good will. to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
That you should think, we come not to offend, fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.
This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my We do not come as minding to content you,
moans, Our true intent is. All for your delight,
For parting my fair Pyramos and me; We are not here. That you should here repent you, My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
• Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' You shall know all, that you are like to know. Pyr. I see a voice ; now will I to the chink,
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. . 1'o spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, Thisby ľ he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It This. My love! thou art my love, I think, is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Hip. ladeed he hath played on this prologue, like
grace ; a child on a recorder ; a sound, but not in govern- * And like Limander am I trusty still.' inent.
This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' The, His speech was like a tangled chain ; nothing Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procras was so true.' impaired, bat all disordered. Who is next?
This. As Sbafalus to Procrus, I to you.'
Pyr. '0, kiss me through the hole of this vile " What dreadful dole is here !
Eyes, do you see? This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'
• How can it be? Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me
o dainty duck ! O dear! straightway?'
• Thy mantle good, This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.'
What, staind with blood ? Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; * Approach, ye furies fell! * And, being done, thus wall away doth go.
o fates ! come, come; [Eseunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe.
• Cut thread and thrum; The. Now is the mural down between the two
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!' neighbours.
The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so would go near to make a man look sad. wilful to hear without warning.
Hip. Beshrew my he but I pily the man. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I beard. Pyr. 0 wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?
The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. • Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not That liy'd, that loy'd, that lik'd, that look'd
with cheer. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of
Come, tears, confound; themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here
Out. sword, and wound come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.
• The pap of Pyramus :
"Av, that left pap, Enter Lion and Moonshine.
• Where heart doth hop :
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
• Now am I fled; . May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, • When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
My soul is in the sky • Then know, that 1, one Snug the joiner, am
Tongue, lose thy light! • A lion fell, nor else no lion's dain:
Moon, take thy flight! . For if I should as lion conue in strife
Now, die, die, die, die, die.'
[ Dies.-Exit Moonshine. * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.' The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for be is but
one. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er
Lys. Less than an ace, man ; for he is dead; he is I saw.
nothing Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet The. True: and a goose for his discretion.
recover, and prove an ass. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose.
Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe
comes back and finds her lover! The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry bis valoar; for the goose carries not the fox. It is
The. She will find him by starlight.--Here she well : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to comes; and her passion eņds the play. the moon.
Enter Thisbe. Moon. . This lantern doth the horned moon pre
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for sent :
such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. The. He is no crescent, and bis horns are invisible
Dem. A mole will turn the balance, which Pyra
mus, which Thisbe, is the better, within the circumference. Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon pre
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet sent;
eyes. • Myself the man i'th' moon do seem to be.'
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.--
This.. Asleep, my love? The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the
• What, dead, my dove? man should be put into the lantern : How is it else
0 Pyramus, arise, the man i'the moon !
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : for,
Dead, dead ! A tomb you see, it is already in snuff.
* Must cover thy sweet eyes. Hip I am aweary of this moon: Would, he would
. These lily brows, change!
• This cherry nose, The. It appears, by his small light of discretion,
. These yellow cowslip cheeks, that he is in the wane but yet, in courtesy, in all
• Are gone, are gone : reason, we must stay the time.
• Lovers, make moan ! Lys. Proceed, moon.
His eyes were green as leeks. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that
.O sisters three, the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon;
Come, come to me, this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my
• With hands as pale as milk ; dog
* Lay them in gore, Dem, Why, all these should be in the lantern;
Since you have shore for they are in the moon. But, silence, here comes
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word :--
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrae; This.. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my
. And farewell, friends ;love?'
• Thus, Thisby ends : Lion. Oh' ('The Lion roars.--Thisbe runs oft"
Adieu, adieu, adieu.'
(Dies. Dem. Well roared, lion.
The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. The. Well run, Thisbe.
Dem. Ay, and wall too. Hip. Well shone, moon.--Truly, the moon shines
Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that with a good grace.
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the The. Well moused, lion. (The Lion tears Thisbe's Mantle, and exit. epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between
two of our company! Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
The. No epilogue, I pray you ; for your play needs Lys. And then the moon vanishes.
no excuse. Never excnse; for when the players are Enter Pyramus.
all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if
he that writ it bad play'd Pyramus, and hanged Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank
for thy sunny himself in Thisbe's garter, it wou have been a beams;
tine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very notably I thank theo, moon, for shining now so bright: discharged Bat come, your Bergowask: let your • For, by thy gracious, golden glitering streams, epilogue alone. (Here a Dance of Clowns. I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : But stay :-0 spite !
Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time,
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
And the wolf behowis the moon;
All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Pats the wreich, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
By the dead and drowsy tire :
Hop as light as bird from brier ;
Tita. First rehearse this song by rote ;
SONG AND DANCE.
Male no stay;
[Erennt Oberon, Titania, and Train. Puck. If we shadores have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
Love's Labour's Lost.
DRAMATIS PERSONA, Ferdinand, King of Navarre,
Moth, Page to Armado.
Princess of France.
Maria, Ladies, attending on the Princess.
Jaquenetta, a country Wenck.
Oficers, and others, Attendants on the King and Costard, a Clown
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arın'd to do, as sworn to do, SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it.
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, Long. I am resolv'd : 'tis but a three years' fast;
The mind , the body : King. LET fame, thatull hunt after in their lives, Pat paupches have lean pates ; "and Jainiy bits Live register'd upon oar brazen tombs,
Make rich the ribs, but bank 'rout quite the wits. And then grace us in the disgrace of death ;
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
The grosser manner of these world's delights The endeavour of this present breath may buy He throws a pon the gross world's baser slaves : That honour, which shall bate bis scytbe's keen edge, To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ; And make us heirs of all eternity.
With all these living in philosophy. Therefore, brave conquerors! -- for so you are,
Biron. I can hut say their protestation over, That war against your own affections,
So much, dear liege, I have already sword, And the huge army of the world's desires,
That is, to live and study here three years. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force :
But there are other strict observances : Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
As, not to see a woman in that term; Our court shall be a little academe,
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : Sti and contemplative in living art.
And, one day in a week to touch no food; You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
And bot one meal on every day beside ; Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : My fellow-scbolars, and to keep those statutes, And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, That are recorded in this schedule here.
And not be seen to wink of all the day; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names : (When I was wont to think no harm all night, That bis own hand may strike bis honoar down, And make a dark night too of ball the day ;)