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But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to 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. King.
* Men like men. Biron appears to us to say-I keep company with men alike in inconstancy-men like men-men having the general inconstancy of humanity.
b Pruning-preening; trimming himself up as a bird trims his feathers.
Enter JAQUENETTA and Costard.
What present hast thou there?
What makes treason here? Cosť. 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; Our parson misdoubts it; it was treason, he said.
King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it?
Jag. Of Costard.
tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs 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, (to COSTARD)
you were born to do me shame.Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess.
up the mess;
Dum. Now the number is even.
True, true; we are four :Will these turtles be gone ?
Hence, sirs; away.
[Exeunt Cost. and JAQ. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us embrace !
As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
Young blood doth not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we are 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 heavenly
At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? What peremptory eagle-sighted 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
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light.
0, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions, the cull'd sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity;
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
Fie, painted rhetoric! 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, five-score 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. 0, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine!
King. By Heaven, thy love is black as ebony.
A wife of such 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 soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O, if in black my lady's brows be deck),
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Should rayish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days;
For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
Paints itself black to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black. Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. King. 'T were good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you
plain, I 'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. King. No deyil will fright thee then so much as she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see.
[Showing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as she walk'd over head. King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? Biron. 0, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now
Long. 0, some authority how to proceed;
Dum. Some salve for perjury,
0, 't is more than need! -
The nimble spirits in the arteries ;
a Quillet and quodlibet each signify a fallacious subtilty-what you please--an argument without foundation.