Dum. Long. That mint. That columbine. Arm. Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed, he was a man. But I will forward with my device. [To the Princess] Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. 670 Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. [Aside to Dum.] Loves her by the foot. Dum. [Aside to Boyet] He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way. Arm. What meanest thou? 680 Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already: 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by him. 690 Dum. Most rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Huge! Dum. Hector trembles. Biron. Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them on! stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if a' 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 bepray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies! Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey ! Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole 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. 711 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. King. Prin. lords, Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, 740 King. The extreme parts of time extremely forms 750 All causes to the purpose of his speed, 760 Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief; And by these badges understand the king. Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours 770 Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Prin. We have received your letters full of love; 790 Your favours, 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, show'd 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 To make a world-without-end bargain in. No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this: If for my love, as there is no such cause, You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world; There stay until the twelve celestial signs Have brought about the annual reckoning. If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood; serts, And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, I will be thine; and till that instant shut My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation 159 Kath. A beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold 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 say: I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers Kath. Yetswear not, lest ye be forsworn again. 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. Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young. Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me; Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there: Impose some service on me for thy love. 850 Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron, It cannot be ; it is impossible : Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace 871 Of him that hears it, never in the tongue For the remembrance of my father's death. to me? Biron. A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall, 880 I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. [To the King] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.. King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Biron. That's too long for a play. Re-enter ARMADO. 890 Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,Prin. Was not that Hector? Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach. 900 When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And milk comes frozen home in pail, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 920 9.30 Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that way: we this way. [Exeunt. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants. The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man's revenue. Four nights will quickly dream away the time; The. Go, Philostrate, Stir Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! The. Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? 21 Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. HELENA, in love with Demetrius. OBERON, king of the fairies. MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, fairies. Other fairies attending their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE: Athens, and a wood near it. And interchanged love-tokens with my child: Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, 40 The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid: To you your father should be as a god; 50 One that composed your beauties, yea, and one The. Her. I would my father look'd but with my The. Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. 70 Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; 80 Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Lys. How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. 130 Lys. Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, The course of true love never did run smooth; Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. The. Take time to pause; and, by the next Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; new moon The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, For aye austerity and single life. 90 Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my And what is mine my love shall render him. Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, The. I must confess that I have heard so much, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, So quick bright things come to confusion. 151 Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Lys. A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, I have a widow aunt, a dowager 160 Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Her. My good Lysander! 170 I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke By all the vows that ever men have broke, But, being over-full of self-affairs, My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; I have some private schooling for you both. |