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too,—but let that pass ;—for I must tell thee, it will of this day, to be rendered loy our assistance,—the please his grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon | king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus dally i and learned gentleman, before the princess, I say, with my excrement, with my mustachio: but, sweet none so fit as to present the nine Worthies. heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough fable: some certain special honours it pleaseth his to present them? greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass. gentleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, (because The very all of all is,—but, sweet heart, I do im of his great limb or joint,) shall pass Pompey the plore secresy,—that the king would have me present great; the page, Hercules. the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful os Arm. Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity tentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, or fire- enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big work. Now, understanding that the curate and as the end of his club. your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have Hercules in minority: his enter and erit shall be acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your as strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for sistance.
that purpose. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the Worthies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some audience hiss, you may cry, “Well done, Hercules! entertainment of time, some show in the posterior now thou crushest the snake!" that is the way to
grace to do it.
make an offence gracious, though few have the play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them
dance the hay Arm. For the rest of the Worthies ?
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull. To our sport, Hol. I will play three myself.
[Exeunt. Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman! Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ?
SCENE II.—Another part of the Same. Before the Hol. We attend.
Princess's Pavilion. Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antick.
Enter the PrinceSS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and I beseech you, follow. Hol. Via!—Goodman Dull, thou hast spoken no
Maria. word all this while.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.
If fairings come thus plentifully in :
A lady wall'd about with diamonds !-
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? O! that I knew he were but in by the week! Prin. Nothing but this ? yes; as much love in How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek, rhyme,
And wait the season, and observe the times, As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes, Writ on both sides the leaf, margin and all,
And shape his service wholly to my behests, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
And make him proud to make me proud that jests: Ros. That was the way to make his god-head So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, wax;
That he should be my fool, and I his fate. For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
catch'd, Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him : a' kill'd As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, your sister.
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school, Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
excess, She might a' been a grandam ere she died;
As gravity's revolt to wantonness. And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse,
of this As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; light word?
Since all the power thereof it doth apply, Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
To prove by wit worth in simplicity. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning
Enter Boyet. Kath. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Boyet. 0! I am stabb’d with laughter. Where's Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the her grace? dark.
Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Kath. So do not you, for you are a light wench. Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare ! Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light. Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Kath. You weigh me not ?-0! that's you care Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis'd, not for me.
Armed in arguments: you'll be surpris'd. Ros. Great reason; for, past cure is still past care. Muster your wits; stand in your own defence,
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! Wbat are Who sent it? and what is it?
I would you knew : That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say. An if my face were but as fair as your's,
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, My favour were as great: be witness this.
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour, Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.
When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest, The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Toward that shade I might behold addrest I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
The king and his companions: warily I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
I stole into a neighbour thicket by, 0! he hath drawn my picture in his letter. And overheard what you shall overhear; Prin. Any thing like?
That by and by disguis'd they will be here. Ros. Much, in the letters, nothing in the praise. Their herald is a pretty knavish page, Prin. Beauteous as ink: a good conclusion. That well by heart hath conn’d his embassage : Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How ? let me not die your “Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear :" debtor,
And ever and anon they made a doubt My red dominical, my golden letter:
Presence majestical would put him out; O that your face were not so full of O's!
“For," quoth the king, “an angel shalt thou see; Prin. A pox of that jest ! and I beshrew all shrows! Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.” But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair The boy replied, “An angel is not evil; Dumaine?
I should have feared her, had she been a devil.” Kath. Madam, this glove.
With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the Prin. Did he not send you twain?
shoulder, Kath. Yes, madam; and, moreover,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fieer'd and swore A huge translation of hypocrisy,
A better speech was never spoke before : Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
Another, with his finger and his thumb, Mar. This, and these pearls to me sent Longa- Cry'd “Via! we will do't, come what will come :" ville :
The third he caper'd, and cried, “All goes well :" The letter is too long by half a mile.
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in With that, they all did tumble on the ground, heart,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit
thus,That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess,
Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance; That some plain man recount their purposes.
Know what they would.
Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be Ros. What would they, say they ? task'd;
Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd,
Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be And not a man of them shall have the grace,
gone. Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be Hold, Rosaline; this favour thou shalt wear,
gone. And then the king will court thee for his dear: King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine, To tread a measure with her on this grass. So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many And change you favours, too; so shall your loves
a mile, Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
To tread a measure with you on this grass. Ros. Come on then: wear the favours most in Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches sight.
Is in one mile ? if they have measur'd many, Kath. But in this changing what is your intent? The measure then of one is easily told.
Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'd They do it but in mockery, merriment;
miles, AI mock for mock only my intent.
And many miles, the princess bids you tell, Their several counsels they unbosom shall
How many inches do fill up one mile. To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary Upon the next occasion that we meet,
steps. With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Boyet. She hears herself. Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?" Ros.
How many weary steps, Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot : Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; Are number'd in the travel of one mile ? But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you: Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's Our duty is so rich, so infinite, heart,
That we may do it still without accompt. And quite divorce his memory from his part. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, That we, like savages, may worship it. The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.
Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine So shall we stay, mocking intended game;
(Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyne. And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. Ros. O, vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
[Trumpets sound within. Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Boyet. The trumpet sounds : be mask'd, the King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one maskers come.
[The Ladies mask. change.
Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Du
Ros. Play, music, then! nay, you must do it soon. MAINE, in Russian habits, and masked ; Moth,
(Music plays. Musicians, and Attendants.
:-no dance :—thus change I like the moon. Moth. “Al hail, the richest beauties on the earth!'' King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus Biron. Beauties no richer than rich taffata.
estranged ? Moth. “ A holy parcel of the fairest dames,
Ros. You took the moon at full, but now she's [The Ladies turn their backs to him. changed. That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views !" King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man
Biron. “ Their eyes,” villain, “ their eyes." The music plays : vouchsafe some motion to it. Moth. “ That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it. views!
But your legs should do it. Out" —
Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Boyet. True; "out," indeed.
chance, Moth. “Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, We'll not be nice. Take hands :-we will not dance. vouchsafe
King. Why take we hands then? Not to behold" —
Only to part friends.Biron. “Once to behold,” rogue.
Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. Moth. “Once to behold with your sun-beamed King. More measure of this measure: be not nice. eyes,
Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. -with your sun-beamed eyes" —
King. Prize you yourselves ? What buys your Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ;
company? You were best call it daughter-beamed eyes.
Ros. Your absence only. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me King.
That can never be.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought; and so adieu. Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you Twice to your visor, and half once to you! rogue.
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Ros. What would these strangers ? know their Ros. In private then. minds, Boyet.
I am best pleas'd with that. If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
[They converse apart.
Not yet ;
Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word || Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as with thee.
keen Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar : there are As is the razor's edge invisible, three.
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow so Above the sense of sense, so sensible nice,)
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey.-Well run, dice ! Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter There's half a dozen sweets.
Seventh sweet, adieu. Ros. Not one word more, my maids : break off, Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
break off. Biron. One word in secret.
Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Prin.
Let it not be sweet. King. Farewell, mad wenches: you have simple Biron. Thou griev'st my gall.
wits. Prin. Gall? bitter.
[Ereunt KING, Lords, Moth, Music, and Biron. Therefore meet.
Attendants. [They converse apart. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ? word?
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Mar. Name it.
puff'd out. Dum. Fair lady,–
Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross ; Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord.— fat, fat.
Prin. O, poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout !
Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? [They converse apart. This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. Kath. What, was your visor made without a Ros. They were all in lamentable cases ! tongue ?
The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. Kath. O, for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. Mar. Dumaine was at my service, and his sword : Long. You have a double tongue within your No point, quoth I: my servant straight was mute. mask,
Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; And would afford my speechless visor half.
And trow you, what he call'd me? Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman.—Is not veal Prin.
Qualm, perhaps. a calf?
Kath. Yes, in good faith. Long. A calf, fair lady?
Go, sickness as thou art! Kath. No, a fair lord calf.
Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteLong. Let's part the word.
No; I'll not be your half: || But will you hear ? the king is my love sworn. Take all, and wean it: it may prove an ox.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. mocks.
Mar. Dumaine is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear. Kath. Then die a calf
, before your horns do grow. Immediately they will again be here Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. In their own shapes; for it can never be, Kath. Bleat softly then: the butcher hears you They will digest this harsh indignity. cry.
[They converse apart. Prin. Will they return ?
Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Prin. This field shall hold me, and so hold your And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjur'd men. Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
King. Rebuke me not for that which you proPrin. How blow? how blow? speak to be under
The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you should bud:
have spoke, Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
A world of torments though I should endure, Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
I would not yield to be your house's guest; Let's mock them still, as well, known, as disguis'd. So much I hate a breaking cause to be Let us complain to them what fools were here, Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
King. O! you have liv'd in desolation here, And wonder, what they were, and to what end
Unseen, unvisited; much to our shame. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear: And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game. Should be presented at our tent to us.
A mess of Russians left us but of late. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at King. How, madam! Russians ? hand.
Ay, in truth, my Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
[Ereunt PRINCESS, Ro3., Kath., and Maria. Ros. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord : Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and
My lady (to the manner of the days)
In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted were with four King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the In Russian habit; here they stay'd an hour, princess ?
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, Boyet. Gone to her tent: please it your majesty, They did not bless us with one happy word. Command me any service to her thither?
I dare not call them fools; but this I think, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. word.
Biron. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle sweet, Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet,
[Exit. || With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye, Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas, By light we lose light: your capacity And utters it again when God doth please.
Is of that nature, that to your huge store He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares
Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. At wakes, and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs; Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
eye, — Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve:
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve.
It were a fault to snatch words frop my tongue. A' can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he,
Biron. O! I am yours, and all that I possess. That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy :
Ros. All the fool mine? This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
I cannot give you less. That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore! In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet; Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
case, This is the flower that smiles on every one,
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. To show his teeth as white as whales bone;
King. We are descried: they'll mock us now And consciences, that will not die in debt,
downright. Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your highheart,
ness sad? That put Armado's page out of his part !
Ros. Help! hold his brows! he'll swoon. Why
look you pale ?— Enter the Princess, ushered by Boyet; ROSALINE,
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what perjury. wert thou,
Can any face of brass hold longer out?Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Here stand I, lady ; dart thy skill at me; King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; day!
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Prin. Fair in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; King, Construe my speeches better, if you may. And I will wish thee never more to dance, Prin. Then wish me better: I will give you leave. Nor never more in Russian habit wait. King. We came to visit you, and purpose now O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it, then. Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;