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Biron. Pompey is moved.-More Ates, more Ates; Stir them on! Stir them on!
Dum. Hector will challenge him.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword.—I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do
you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? What mean you ? You will lose your reputation.
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it. Pompey hath made the challenge.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward” for penance.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that he wears next his heart for a favor.
Enter a Messenger, Monsieur MERCADE.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
1 i. e. more instigation. Ate was the goddess of discord.
2 That is, clothed in wool, and not in linen; a penance often enjoined in times of superstition.
Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
[Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Prin. Prepare, I say.—I thank you, gracious lords,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double.
grief; And by these badges understand the king.
1 Armado probably means to say, in his affected style, that he had discovered he was wronged.” “One may see day at a little hole,” 18 a proverb.
2 Loose may mean at the moment of his parting; i. e. of his getting loose or away from us.
3 i. e. which it fain would succeed in obtaining.
fair sakes have we neglected time, Played foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humors Even to the opposed end of our intents ; And what in us hath seemed ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; Formed by the eye, and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance; Which party-coated presence of loose love Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities, Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, Our love being yours, the error that love makes Is likewise yours. We to ourselves prove false, By being once false forever to be true To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you ; And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Prin. We have received your letters, full of love; Your favors, the ambassadors of love; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time. But more devout than this, in our respects, Have we not been; and therefore met your loves In their own fashion, like a merriment. Dum. Our letters, madam, showed much more than
jest. Long. So did our looks. Ros.
We did not quote them so. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves. Prin.
A time methinks too short
1 Thus in Decker's Satiromastix: “ You shall swear not to bombast out a new play with the old linings of jests.” 2 Regard.
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To make a world-without-end bargain in.
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
Hence ever, then, my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to
Ros. You must be purged too ; your sins are rank ; You are attaint with faults and perjury; Therefore, if you my favor mean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me?
Kath. A wife !-A beard, fair health, and honesty ; With threefold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Kath. Not so, my lord.—A twelvemonth and a day
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
At the twelvemonth's end, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Biron. Studies my lady? Mistress, look on me;
, What humble suit attends thy answer there. Impose some service on me for thy love.
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón,
death? It cannot be ; it is impossible. Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow, laughing hearers give to fools. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. Then, if sickly ears,