Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument), Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace, being gained, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shinę, Exhal'st this vapor vow; in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine, If by me broke. What fool is not so wise, King. And I mine too, good lord! [Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine. Is not that a DUMAIN reads. On a day, (alack the day!) Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; That I am forsworn for thee: Thou, for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! Long. Dumain [advancing], thy love is far from And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!— charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. Come, sir [advancing], you blush; as his You chide at him, offending twice as much: What will Birón say, when that he shall hear Are we betrayed thus to thy over-view? I that am honest; I that hold it sin 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 withered hermit, five-score winters worn, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! A wife of such wood were felicity. O, who can give an oath? where is a book? That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, If that she learn not of her eye to look : No face is fair, that is not full so black. King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O, if in black my lady's brows be decked, It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Should ravish doters with a false aspéct; And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favor turns the fashion of the days; For native blood is counted painting now; Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, 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 inspired thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Paints itself black to imitate her brow. 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 colors should be washed away. King. 'T were good yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not washed to-day. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday For where is any author in the world, King. No devil will fright thee then so much as Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. [Shewing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were pavéd 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 walked over head. King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? And where we are, our learning likewise is. Do we not likewise see our learning there? Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all for- Scarce shew a harvest of their heavy toil: sworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, Lives not alone immuréd in the brain; now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Dum. Some salve for perjury. Biron. Have at you then, affection's men at arms: Consider, what you first did swear unto; To fast, to study, and to see no woman: Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; And abstinence engenders maladies : O, 't is more than need! And where that you have vowed to study, lords, But, with the motion of all elements, For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Or for love's sake, a word that all men love; Or for men's sake, the authors of these women; For charity itself fulfills the law; And who can never love from charity? Some entertainment for them in their tents. Then, homeward, every man attach the hand We will with some strange pastime solace them, King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, field! Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advised, Long. Now to plain dealing; lay these glozes Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? King. And win them too: therefore let us devise Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. And justice always whiles in equal measure: [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Another part of the Park. Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL. Hol. Satis quad sufficit. Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quandam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te; his humor is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behavior vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were,- too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. [Takes out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical fantasms, such insociable and pointdevise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak "dout," fine, when he should say, "doubt," "det," when he should pronounce "debt,"―d,e,b,t, not d,e,t. He clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbor, vocatur nebour; neigh, abbreviated, ne. This is abhominable (which he would call abominable); it insinuateth me of insanie. Ne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic. Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo. Hol. Bone?-bone, for bene: Priscian a little scratched; 't will serve. Enter ARMADO, MOTH, and Costard. [TO MOTH. |