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Can any face of brass hold longer out? What did the Russian whisper in your ear?' Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;

Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear Bruise me with scorn, contoundine with a flout; As precious eye-sight; and did value me, "Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; 5 That he would wed me, or else die my lover. And I will wish thee never more to dance,

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Most honourably doth uphold his word. (troth,
O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; I never swore this lady such an oath.
Nor never come in visor to my friend;

10 Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain,
Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song: You gave me this; but take it, sir, again.
Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

King. My faith, and this, the princess I didgive:
Three-pil'd'hyperboles, spruce affectation, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Figures pedantical; these.sunimer flies

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: 15 And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.-
I do forswear them: and I here protest,

What; will you have me, or your pearl again?
By this white glove, (how white the hand, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.
God knows!)

I see the trick on't;—Here was a consent', Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd (Knowing aforehand of our merriment)

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: 20 To dash it like a Christmas comedy: [zany', And to begin, wench,--so God help me, la! Sume carry-tale, some please-man, some slight My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, somne Ros. Sans sans?, I pray you.

Dick,

[trick Biron. Yet I have a trick

That smiles his cheek in years'; and knows the
Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick ; 25 To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, -
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see; Told our intents before : which once disclosed,
Write, Lord have mercy on us on those three; The ladies did change favours; and then we,
They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Now to our perjury to add more terror,
These lords are visited; you are not free, 30 We are again forsworn; in will and error'.
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. (to us.

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upon this it is :-And might not you Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens

[To Boyet. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undous. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?

Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true, Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier ,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue ** 35. And laugh upon the apple of her eye:

Biron. Peace; for I will not haveto do with you. And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend,

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd";

King: Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
Soine fair excuse.

[transgression 40 You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, Prin. The fairest is confession.

Wounds like a leaden sword.
Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ? Boyet. Full merrily
King. Madam, I was.

Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Prin. And were you well advis'd?

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have King. I was, fair madam.

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done. Prin. When you then were here,

Enter Costard.
What did you whisper in your lady's ear? [her. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
King. That more than all the world I did respect Cost. O lord, sir, they would know,
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.
reject her.

150 Biron. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cost. No, sir; but it is very fine,
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;

For every one pursents three.
Your oath broke once, you force not to forswear'. Biron. And three times three is nine.
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope,
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it;-Rosaline;55 it is not so:

A metaphor taken from the pile of velvet. ? That is, without French words. 3 The inscrip tion put upon the doors of the houses infected with the plague. * Our author here puns upon the word sue, which signifies to prosecute by law, or to offer a petition.

“That is, You make no difficulty to forswear. "That is, a conspiracy.

That is, a buffoon, or merry Andrew. * In years signities, into wrinkles. 'j.e. First in will, and afterwards in error. 10 From the French esquirre, a rule or square. The sense is nearly equivalent to the proverbial expression, he hath got the length of her foot; i. e. he hath humour'd

her so long that he can persuade her to what be pleases.: "That * is, You may say what you will.

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You

You cannot beg us’, sir, I can assure you, sir; wel Biron. The pedant,the braggart, the hedge-priest,
know what we know:
the fool, and the boy:-

again, I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,

A bare throw at novum?; and the whole world Biron. is not nine.

Cannot prick out' five such, take each one in his Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where 5

vein. until it doth annount.

King. The ship is under sail; and here she comes Biron. By Jove, I always took the threes for amain. [Pageant of the Nine Worthies. nine,

Enter Costard for Pompey.
Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you

should
get

Cost. “ I Pompey am,'
your living by reckoning, sir.

10 Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Biron. How much is it?

Cost. “ I Pompey am," Cos. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Bnyet. With libbard's head on knee. actors, sir, will shew whereuntil it doth amount: Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect be friends with thee.

[Big,”one man in one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. 15 Cost. “I Pompey am, Pompey surnām'd the Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?

Dum. The great.
Cost

. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Cost. It is great, sir ;-"Pompey surain'd Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know

the great; not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand " That oft in field, with targe and shield, did for bim.

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make my foe to sweat ; Biron. Go bid them prepare. [some care. " And, travelling along this coast, I here am co.ne Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir, we will take

by chance; King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not " And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet approach. [Erit Costard. lass of France."

done. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis25 If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had some policy

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
To have one show worse than the king's and his Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I bope, I was
company

perfect: I made a little fault in, great.
King. I say, they shall not come. [now ; Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you 30 the best worthy:
That sport best pleases, that doth least know how; Enter Nathaniel for Alerander.
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Nath. “When in the world I livd, I was the
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents,

world's commander;
There form confounded makes most form in mirth; “ By east, west, north, and south, I spread my
When great things labouring perish in their birth. 135 conquering might:

[der.” Biron. A right description of our sport,my lord. My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am AlisanEnter Armado.

Boyet. Your vose says, no, you are not; for it Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of

stands too rights. thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of Biron. Your nose smells no, in this most tenderwords.

(Converses apart with the king: 40 smelling knight. Prin. Doth this inan serve God?

Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, Biron. Why ask you?

[ing.

good Alexander. Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's mak. Nath. « When in the world I liv'd, I was the Arm. That's all one,my fair, sweet, honey mo

world's coinmander:"

[der. narch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceed-45 Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so Alisaning fantastical ; too, too vain; too, too vain: But Biron. Pompey the great, we will put it as they say, to fortuna della guerra.

Cost. Your servant, and Costard. [sander. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couple

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away AliInent!

Cost. O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the King. Here is like to be a good presence of 50 conqueror? [70 Nath.] You will be scraped out worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool®, will be given Arnado's page, Hercules; the pedant, JudasMac to A-jax’; he will then be the ninth worthy. A chabrus.

conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for And if these fourworthies in their first show thrive, 55.shaine, Alisander. (Exit Nath.] There, an't shall These four will change liabits, and present the other please you! a foolish mild man, an honest man,

Biron. There is five in the first show. [five. look you, and soon dash'd! He is a inarvellous
King. You are decciv'd, 'tis not so.

good neighbour in sooth; and a very good bowler: Meaning, we are not fools; our next relations cannot beg the wardship of our persons and fortunes. One of the legal tests of a natural is to try whether he can number, Novum was an old game at dice. ' A phrase still in use among gardeners. * This alludes to the old heroic habits, which on the knees and shoulders had usually, by way of ornament, the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's head.

* To relish this joke, the reader should recollect, that the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his shoulders. Alluding to the arins given to the nine worthies in the old hisA paltry pur upon Ajax and e jaket

but,

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but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis;--a little Dum. More calf, certain.
o'erparted:-But there are worthies a-coming will Boyct. No; he is best iudu'd in the small.
speak their
mind in some other sort.

Biron. This can't be Hector.
Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Dum. He's a godor a painter; for he makes faces. Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Moth for Hercules. Arm. “The armipotent Mars, of lances the alHol. “Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Gave Ilector a gift,-".

(mighty, " Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dum. A gilt nutmeg. canus;

Biron. A lemon. “ And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Long. Stuck with cloves *. “ Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus; 10 Dum. No, cloven

(the almighty, " Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

Arm. Peace!“ The armipotent Mars, of lances Ergo, I come with this apology:

“Gave Hector a gift, the heir of lion! [yea, (ToMoth.] Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. “ A man so breath'd, that, certain, he would fight, Hol. “ Judas I am,–

[Exit Noth. “ From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Dum. A Judas!

15 I am that flower," Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.--

Dum. That mint. “Judas I am, ycleped Macchabacus."

Long. That columbine. Duin. Judas Macchabaus clipt, is plain Judas. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Biron. A kissing traitor:--How art thou prov'd Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Hol. “Judas I am ---"

[Judas : 20 runs against Mlector. Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Ilol. What mean you, sir?

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. [elder. when he breath’d, he was a man-But I will forBiron. Well follow'd ; Judas was hanged on an 25 ward with my device; [To the Princess] sweet. Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much deHol. What is this?

lighted. Boyet. A cittern' head.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Dum. The head of a bodkin.

130 Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Biron. A death's face in a ring. seen. Dum. He may not by the yard. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Arm. “This Hector farsurmounted lannibal.--" Boyet. The pummel ot Casar's taulchion. Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Duin. The carv'd-bone face on a flask?. gone, she is two months on her way. Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. 351 dom. What mean'st thou? Dum. Ay, and in a brooch ot lead.

Cost. Faith, unless you play the hone t Trojan, Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the drauer;

(tenance. child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. And now, forwarál; for we have put thee in coun. Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. 40 tates? thou shalt die.
Biron. False; we have given thee faces.

Cost. Then shali Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque-
llel. But you have out-tac'd them all. netta tliat is quick by bim; and hang'd, for Poul-
Birun. Anibou Wert a lion, we would do so. pey that is dead by him.
Boret. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.

D. Most rare Pompey! And! soadieu, si'eet Sude! nay, vhy dost thou stay: 45 Bofit. Renowned Pompey! Dumn. For the latter end of his name.

Biron. Greater than greai, great, great, great Eiren. For the ass to the Jude; give it him: Pompey! Pompey the huge!

[ble. Dion. Hector ireibles, II. This is not ginerous, not gentle, not hum Biron. Pompey is mov’d:- More Ates, more Boych. Alightior monsieurJudas; it grows dark, 50 Ates"; stir thein on, stir them on! he may stumble.

Dum. Hector will challenge him. Prin. Alas, poor Vacchabæus, how he hath! Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's been baited!

belly than will sup a fea. Enter armado, for Ilector.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Biron. Ilide thy bead, chilies; here come 55 Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern

man: I'll slash; l'il do't by the sword:-I pray Lum. Though my mocks come home by me, you, let me borrow my arms again. I will now be merry.

[this. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. king. Ilector was but a Trojan' in respect of Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Boyet. But is this llector?

60 Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Dum. Ithink, liector was not so clean timber'd. Moth. Master, let me takeyoua button-hole lower. Long. Ilis leg is too big for llector.

(Do you not sce, Pompey is uncasingforthe combat? A cittorn was a musical instrument of the harp kind. ? That is, a soldier's powder-horn. "A Trojan, in the time of Shakspeare', was a cant term for a thief.

* An orange stuck with clores appears to have been a common new year's gift. Ate was the heathen goddess who incited blood. sucd. • Meaning the weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey:

Jucas, away.

Ilector in arins.

What mean you? you will lose your reputation. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, will not combat in my shirt.

Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms, Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll made the challenge.

5 To every varied object in his glance: Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Which party-coated presence of loose love, Biron. What reason have you fort?

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; Have mišbecom'd our oaths and gravities, 1 go woolward' for penance.

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome 10 Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he Our love being yours, the error that love makes wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, that a' wears next his heart for a favour.

By being once false for ever to be irue
Enter Mercade.

To those that make us both, fair ladies, you; Mer. God save you, madam!

15 And even that falshıood, in itself a sin, Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. But that thou interruptst our merriment. Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;

Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Your favours, the ambassadors of love; Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father And, in our maiden council, rated them Prin. Dead, for iny life.

20 At curtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Mer. Even so: my tale is told. [cloud. As bombast* and as lining to the tiine: Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to But more devout than this, in our respects, Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Have we not been; and therefore met your loves I have seen the days of wrong through the little In their own fashion, like a merriment. [than jest. hole of discretion, and I will

right inyself like a 25 Dum. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more soldier.

[Exeunt Worthies. Long. So did our looks. King. How fares your majesty ?

Ros. We did not quote them so. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, King: Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.

Grant us your loves. Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you,gracious lords, 30 Frin. Å time, methinks, too short For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, To make a world-without-end bargain in : Out of a new-zad soul, that you vouchsafe No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Full of dear gultiness; and therefore this, The liberal? opposition of our spirits:

f for my love (as there is no such cause)
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves 35. You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
In the converse of breath, your gentleness Your oath I will not trust: but go with speed
Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord!

To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
A heavy heart bears not au humbie tongue: Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks

There stay, until the twelve cele tial signs
For my great suit so easily obtain’d.

40 Have brought about their annual reckoning: King: The extreme parts of time extremely forms If this austere insociable lite All causes to the purpose of his speed;

Change not your otser made in heat of blood; And often, at his very loose, decides

If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, That which long process could not arbitrate: Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love; And though the mourning brow of progeny 45 But that it hear this trial, and last love; Forbid the smiling courtesy of love

Then, at the expiration of the year,
"The holy suit which fain it would convince; Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

I will be thine: and till that ins:ant, shut
From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost, 50 My woeful self up in a mourning-house;
Is pot by much so wholesome, profitable, Raining the tears of lamentation,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

For the remembrance of my father's death.
Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double. of this thou do deny, let our hands part;
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Neither intitled in the other's heart.
And bythese badges understand the king. [grief;-- 55 King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,
For your fair sakes have we neglected time,

To Aatters up these powers of mine with rest, Play'dfoul play withouroaths; your beauty, ladies, The sudden hand of deaih close up mine eje! Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Even to the opposed end of our intents :

Birun. Audwhat to me, my love? and what to me! And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, 60 Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; As love is full of unbelitting strains ;

Your are attaint with laut and perjury: To go woolward was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries, and means, that he was clothed in woor, and not in linen. Liberai here signifies, as has been remarked in other places, free to ercess. 3 That is, tempted us. * Bombast was a stull of loose texture, and used furmerly to swell the garment, and thence used to signify bulk, or shiew without solidity. s'l bat is, to sonk.

lbcie ore,

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

Biror. That's too long for a play. A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest,

Enter Armado. But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, Dum. But what to me, iny love? but what to Prin. Was not that Hector? me?

[nesty: 5 Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. Kath. A wife!-a beard, fair health, and ho Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. leave: I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? to hold the plough for her sweet love three year.
Kath. Not so,my lord;--atwelve-month anda day But, most esteem'd greatness, will you hear the di-
I'll nark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: '10 alogue that the two learned men have compiled,
Come when the king doth to my lady come, in praise of the owl and the cuckow it should
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. have follow'd in the end of our show.

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Arm. Holloa ! approach.-
Long. What says Maria

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Enter all for a song. Mar. At the twelve-inonth's end,

This side is Hiems; winter.

[ow!, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. This Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. The other by the cuckow.
Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.

Ver, begin.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, 20

SON G.
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there;

S P R I N G.
Impose some service on me for thy love.

When daizies pied, and violets blue, Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, And lady-smocks all silver-white, Before I saw you, and the world's large tongue 25 And cuckow-buds of yellow hue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;

Du paint the meadows with delight, Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts;

The cuckow then, on every tree, Which you on all estates will execute,

Mocks marry'd men, for thus sings he,
That lie within the mercy of your wit:

Cuckow;
To weed this wormwood from your faithful brain; 130 Cuckow, cuckow,–0 word of fear,
And therewithal, to win me, if you please,

Unpleasing to a married eur? (Without the which I am not to be won)

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, You shall this twelve-inonth term from day to day And merry larks are plowmen's clocks, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse

When turtles treud, and rooks, and daws, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, 135 And maidens bleach their summer smocks, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,

The cuckow then, on every tree,
To enforce the pained impotent to sinile. [death! Mocks married men, for thus sings he,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of

Cuckow;
It cannot be; it is impossible :

Cuckow, cuckow,-0 word of fear, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Unpleasing to a married ear!
Ros. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit,

W I N T E R.
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: When icicles hang by the wall,
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

145 And Tom bears logs into the hall, Of hini that makes it: then, if sickly ears,

And milk comes frozen home in pail, Deafʼd with the clamours of their own dear' groans,

When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
And I will have you, and that fault withal;

To-who;
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, 501 Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,

While
greasy

Joan doth keel the pot'.
Right joyful of your reformation.

When all aloud the wind doth blow, Biron. A twelve-month? well, befal what will

And coughing drouns the parson's saw, befal,

And birds sit brooding in the snow, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital.

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And Marian's nose looks red and raro, Prin. Ay, my sweet lord; and so I take my When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, leave.

[To the King Then nightly sings the staring owl, King. No, madam; we will bring you on your

To-who; way.

[play:

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old 60 While greusy Joan doth keel the pot. Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy, Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelve-inonth and songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. And then 't will end. [a day,

[Exeunt omnes. · Fierce here means vehement,rapid. Dr. Johnson thinks, that dear should here, as in many other places, be dere, sad, odious. i.e. Scum the pot. The word is yet used in Ireland. ^i. e. his discourse.

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