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Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will

Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter the

lady Rosaline. Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE,

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend Boret, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

of mine : Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd the horse Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve; so hard

Break up this capon. Against the steep uprising of the hill?


I am bound to serve.Boyet

. I know not; bui, I think, it was not he. This letter is mistook, it importeth none here ; Prin. Whoe'er he' was, he show'd a mounting It is writ to Jaquenetta. mind.


We will read it, I swear Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. On Saturday we will return to France.-

Boyet. (Reads.) By heaven, that thou ari fair, is Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous : truth That we must stand and play the murderer in? itself, that thou art lovely : More fairer than fair,

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.

commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnani Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,

mous and most illustrateking Cophetua set eye And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar ZeneloFor. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

phon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, Prin. What, what ? first praise me, and again vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (o base

and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, sau, and O short-liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe! overcame : he came, one ; saw, two; overcame, Ihree. For. Yes, madam, fair.

Who came ? the king; Why did he come ? to see;
Nay, never paint me now;

Why did he see? to overcome ; To whom came he ?
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.

to the beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who overHere, good my glass,' take this for telling true;

came he ? the beggar : The conclusion is victory; On (Giving him money.

whose side ? the king's : the captive is enrich'd; On Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

whose side ? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nupFor. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. tial ; On whose side ? the king's ? no, on both in one,

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. or one in both. I am the king ; for so stands tha O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

comparison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- lowliness, Shall I command thy love ? I may: Shall But come, the bow :--Now mercy goes to kill,

I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I entreat thy love ? And shooting well is then accounted ill.

I will. What shalt thou exchange for tag8 ? robes;
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:

For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ; thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on
If wounding, then it was to shew my skill, thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill.

Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
And, out of question, so it is sometimes;

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;

Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey;
We bend to that the working of the heart : Submnissive fall his princely feet before,
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

And he from forage will incline to play:
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. But if thou strive, poor soul, what ari thou then?
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove- Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited
Jnly for praise' sake, when they strive to bo

this letter? words o'er their lords?

What vane? what weathercock ? did you ever hear
Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford better?
To any lady that subdues a lord.

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the

style. Enter CostaRD.

Prin. "Else your memory is bad, going o'er it Here comes a member of the commonwealth.?

erewhile. Cost. God dig-you-deno all! Pray you, which is Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps the head lady?

here in court; Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport that have no heads.

To the prince, and his book-mates. Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?


Thou, fellow, a word: Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

Wno gave thee this letter ?

Cost. Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth

I told you; my lord. is truth.

Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?

An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,

From my lord to my lady.
One of these maids' girdies for your waist should be fit. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,

To a lady of France, that he called Rosaline.

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1 Here Drs. Johnson and Farmer have each a note 5 Ilustrious, too long and too absurd to quote, to show it was the 6 The ballad of King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid fashion for ladies to wear mirrors at their girdies. Stee- may be seen in the Reliques of Ancient Poetry, vol. i. vens says justly (though he qualifies his assertion with The beggar's name was Penelophon. Shakspeare al. perhaps) that Dr. Johnson is mistaken, and that the ludes to the ballad again in Romeo and Juliei; Henry foresler is the mirror. It is impossible for common IV. Part ji. ; and in Richard II. wense to suppose otherwise.- Pye.

7 i. e. lately. 2 The princess calls Costard a member of the com. 'I who erewhile the happy garden sung.' monwealih, because he is one of the attendants on the

Milton, Par, Reg king and his associates in their new modelled society A pun is intended upon the word stile.

3 A corruption of God give you good even. See Ro 8 The allusion is to a fantastical character of the time meo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 4.

• Popular applause (says Meres in Wit's Treasurie, P Hi.e. open this letter. The poet uses this metaphor 178,) doth nourish some, neither do they gape after any as the French do their poulet; which signifies both a other thing but vaine praise and glorie, -as in our ago young fowl and a love letter. To break up was a phrase Peter Shakerlye of Paules, and Monarcho chat lived for to carve.

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Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! away.

To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day. To see him kiss his hand ! and how most sweetly

(Exit Princess and Train, a' will swear!
Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ?" And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit !

Shall I teach you to know? Ah, heavens, it is a most patheticals nit!
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

Sola, sola! (Shouting within. Exit Cost, running,

Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off!

Boyel. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou

Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. the testimony of a good conscience.

Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in
Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.

Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,-

And who is your deer ? blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of

a jewel in the ear of cælo, the sky, the welkin, the Finely put on, indeed!

terra,—the soil, the land, the earth.” Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she

Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are strikes at the brow.

sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least; But, sir, Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit

assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
her now?

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,

Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?

insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; Boyet.' So I may answer thee with one as old, facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain

to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his unwas a little wench, as touching the hit it.

dressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, unRos. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing. firmed fashion,—to insert again my haud credo for a

trained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconThou canst not hit it, my good man.

Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ;
[Exeunt Ros. and Kath. 'twas a pricket.
Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did

Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !_0 thou fit it!

monster, ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ! for they both

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that did hit it.

are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it Boyet

. A mark! 0, mark but that mark; A were ; he hath not drunk ink ; his intellect is not mark, says my lady!

replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. And such barren plants are set before us, that wo

the duller parts ; Mar. Wide o'the bow hand !2 I'faith your hand

thankful should be Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts hit the clout.

that do fructify in us more than he.' Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your

For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, hand is in.

or a fool, Cose. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him

in a school:10 Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal

Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by lenge her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing ;* Good night, my

What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not

five weeks old as yet? good owl.

(Ereunt Boxer and Maria. Cost. By my soul, a swain ! a most simple clown!

Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna," good Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down !

man Dull. O my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar

Dull. What is Dictynna? wit!

Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the moon. When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it

Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam

was no more ; were, so fit.

And raught'? not to five weeks, when he came to

1 An equivoque was here intended; it should appear
that the words shooter and suitor were pronounced alike
in Shakspeare's time.

8 In The Return from Parnassus, 1606, is the follow. 2 This is a term in archery still in use, signifying 'a ing account of the different appellations of deer at their good deal to the left of the mark.' Of the other expres- different ages. Amoretto. I caused the keeper to sions, the cloul was the white mark al which archers sever the rascal deer from the bucks of the first head. Look aim. The pin was the wooden nail in the centre Now, sir, a buck is the first year, a faun; the second of it.

year, a pricket; the third year, a sorrel; the fourth 3 i. e. grossly. This scene, as Dr. Johnson jus:ly year, a soare; the fifth, a buck of the first head; the remarks, deserves no care.'

sixth year, a complete buck. Likewise your hart, is 4 To rub is a term at bowls.

the first year, a calfe; the second year, a brockel; the 5 Pathetical sometimes meant passionate, and third year, a spade; the fourth year, a stag; the sometimes passion-moving, in our old writers ; but is sixth year, a harl. A roe-buck is the first year, a kid; here used by Costard as an idle expletive, as Rosalind's the second year, a gird; the third year, a hemuse

; and 'pathetical break-promise,' in As You Like It. these are your special beasts for chase.' 6 Pomewater, a species of apple.

9 The length of these lines was no novelty on the 7 Warburton's conjecture that Florio, the author of English stage. The Moralities afford whole scenes of the Italian Dictionary, wag ridiculed under the name of the like measure. Holofernes would derive some strength from the follow. 10 The meaning is, to be in a school would as ill be. ing definition : "cielo, hoiven, the skie, firmament or come a patch, or low fellow, as folly would become me. welkin Terra, the element called earth, anie ground, il Shakspeare might have found this uncommon title earth, countrie, land, soile.' But Florio's Dictionary for Diana in the second book of Golding's translation of was not published until 1598; and this play, appears to Ovid's Metamorphoses. have been writte in 1594, though not printed until 1598. 12 Reached

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thee not, loves thee not.--Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, exchange.

as Horace says in his What, my soul, verses ? Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allu- Nah. Ay, sir, and very learned. sion holds in the exchange.

Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse. Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the ex- Lege, domine. change; for the moon is never but a month old : Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I and I say beside, that 'twas a dricket that the prin- swear to love ?

Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed ! Hol. Sir Nathaniel, wil. you near an extemporal Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll taithful prove; epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers the ignorant, I have called the deer the princess bowed. kill'd, a pricket.

Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine Nath.' Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so eyes ;. it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Where all those pleasures live that art would Hol. I will something affect the letter ;' for it comprehend: argues facility.

If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty suffice; pleasing pricket;

Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till now made sore commend : with shooting,

All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without The dogs did yell! put l to sore, then sorel jumps wonder; from thicket;

(Which is to me some praiso, that I thy parts Or pricket, sore, or else sorel ;y the people fall a admire ;) hooting.

Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice hs If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores : 0 dreadful thunder,

Which, not to anger bent, is musick and sweet of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but one fire. more L.

Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, Nath. A rare talent!

That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws tonguo! aim with a talent.

Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; the accent; let me supervise the canzonet. Here

foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, re- facility, and golden cadence of poesy, cet. Ovi. volutions : these are begot in the ventricle of me- dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso ; gory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and de- but for smelling out the odoriferous fowers of fancy, hver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the gift the jerks of invention ? Imilari, is nothing : so doin is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thank the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired ful for it.

horse his rider. But damosella virgin, was this Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you ; and so may directed to you? my parishioners; for their sons are well tutord by Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, 10 one of you, and their daughters profit very greatly under the strange queen's lords. you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the

Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they snow white hand of ihe most beauteous lady Rosaline. shall want no instruction: if their daughters be ca- I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for pable, I will put it to them: But, vir sgpit, qui the nomination of the party writing to the person pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. written unto : Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD.

Your ladyship's in all desired employment, Biron. Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a se

Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with Hol

. Master person, quasi pers-on. And if one quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, should be pierced, which is the one ? Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is Trip and go, my sweet ; deliver this paper into the

or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. likest to a hogshead.

Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of royal hand of the king; it may concern much : conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, Stay, not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is well. Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me

Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.—Sir, God save this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent


your me from Don Armatho: I beseech you, read it.

Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

[Exeunt Cost. and JAQ. Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbre

Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, Ruminal,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan's very religiousy; and, as a certain father saithI may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice :

Hol. Sir, tell me not of the father, I do fear có-Vinegia, Vinegia,

the opposite side of the page for the use of schools. la Chi non te vede, er non te pregia.

1567 they were also versified by Tuberville. Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth 6 This proverb occurs in Florio's Second Frutes,

1591, where it stands thus : 1 i. e. the riddle is as good when I use the name of "Venetia, chi non li vede non ti pretia Adam, as when I use the name of Cain.

Ma chi ti vede, ben gli costa.' 2 i. e. I will use or practise alliteration. To affect is 7 He hums the notes of the gamut, as Edmund doen thus used by Ben Jonson in his Discoveries : * Spen- in King Lear, Aet i. Sc. 2. ser, in affecting the ancients, writ no language ; yet ! 8 These verses are printed, with some variatlons, would have him read for his matter, but as Virgil 'read in The Passionale Pilgrím, 1599. Ennius.'

9 1. e. The horse adorned with ribands: Bankes's 3 For the explanation of the terms pricket, sore or horse is here probably alluded to. Lyly, in his Mother soar, and sorel in this quibbling rhyme, the reader is Bombie, brings in a hackneyman and Mr. Halfpenny al prepared, by the extract from The Return from Par. cross-purposes with this word : Why didst thou bore nassus, in a note at the beginning of the scene. the horse through the ears?'—'It was for tiring.'-He

4 Talon was often written talent in Shakspeare's would never lire,' replies the other. time. Honest Dull quibbles. One of the senses of to M Shakspeare forgot that Jaquenetta knew nothing claw is to flatter.

of Biron, and had said just before that the letter had 5 The Eclogues of Mantuanus were translated be been sent to her from Don Armatho, and given to her fore the time of Shakspeare, and the Lacin printed on by Costard'

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lourable colours. But to return to the verses ; | Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear. Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ?

(Aside Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

King. In love, I hope . Sweet fellowship in shame! Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain

[ Aside. pupil of mine ; where if, before repast, it shall Biron, One drunkard loves another of the name. please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will,

(Aside on ny prvilege I have with the parents' of the Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ? foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; Biron. [Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; not where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, by two, that I know : neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention : 1 Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, beseech your society.

The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simpliNath. And thank you too: for society, (saith the text,) is the happiness of life.

Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly con

move; cludes it.-Sir, (DULL.) I do invite you too; O sweet Maria, empress of my love ! you shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away ; | These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. the gentles are at their game, and we will to our Biron. Aside.) 0, rhymes are guards on wanton recreation.

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Cupid's hose:
SCENE III. Another part of the same. Enter Disfigure not his slop.'
Biron, wilh a Paper.


This same shall go.

(He reads the Sonnel, Biron. The king he is hunting the deer: I am Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) toiling in a pitch ;• pitch that defiles ; defile ! a foul Persuade my heart to this false perjury ? word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they Vows for thee broke, deserve not punishment. say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. A woman I foreswore; but, I will prove, Well proved, wit! by the lord, this love is as mad

Thou being a goddess, I fores ore not thee, as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me," I a sheep: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if

Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in mo. I do, hang me ; i'faith, I will not. 0, but her eye,- Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is ; by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her: yes, for her two eyes. Well

, I do nothing in the Exhal'st this vapour voro; in thee it is :

Then, thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; do love: and it hath taughi me to rhyme, and to be if by me broke. 'What fool is not so wise, melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and To lose an oath to win a paradise ? here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o'my

Biron. (Aside.) This is the liver vein, whico sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent

makes flesh a deity;
it, and the lady hath it : sweet clown, sweeter fool; A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry,
sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a God amend us, God amend ! we are much out of
pin if the other three were in: Here comes one
with a paper; God give him grace to groan !
(Gets up into a tree.

Enter Domain, with a Paper.
Enter the King, with a Paper.

Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company'

(Stepping aside. Ring. Ah me!

Biron. (Aside.) An hid, all hid, an old infant play Biron. (Aside.] Shot, by heaven !--Proceed, Like a demi-god here sit' I in the sky, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. bolt under the left pap: l'faith, secrets. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not

Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,

Dum, O most divine Kate !
As thy cye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Biron,

O most profane coxcomb!
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows :

[Aside. Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright

Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Through the transparent bosom of the deep,

Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;


(Aside. Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:

Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe;

Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
Do dut behold the tears that swell in me,

(Aside. And they thy glory through thy grief will show : Dum. As upright as the cedar. But do not love thyself ; then thou will keep,


Stoop, I say; My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. Her shoulder is with child.

(Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thone excel!


'As fair as day. No thought can think, no tongue of mortal tell. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the paper;


[Asole. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?

Dum. O that I had my wish! [Steps aside. Long. And I had mine!

[Aside. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a Paper,

King. And I mine too, good Lord ! Aside.

Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good What, Longaville ! and reading! listen ear.


(A.side. Biron, Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, ap Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she pear!

(Áride. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Long. "Ah me! I am forsworn.

7 Slops were wide kneed breeches, the garb in fash. 1 That is, specious or fair seeming appearances. ion in Shakspeare's time. 2 Certainly, in truth.

8 It has been already remarked that the liver was 3 Alluding to Rosaline's complexion, who is repre- anciently supposed to be the seat of love. sented as a back beauty.

9 A 1ooodcock means a foolish fellow; that bird being 4 This is given as a proverb in Fuller's Gnomologia. supposed to have no brains,

6 The ancient punishment of a perjured person was 10 Coted signifies marked or noted. The word is to wear on the breast a paper expressing the crime. from the coter to quote. The construction of this pas

6 By triumviry and the shape of love's Tyburn, sage will therefore be, 'her amber hairs have marked Shakspeare alludes to the gallows of the time, which or shown that real amber is foul in comparison with was occasionally triangular.






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Biron. A fever in your o. Xod, why, then incision | But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,
Vould let her out in saucers ; Sweet misprision! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

(Aside. You found his mote; the king your mote did seo Dum. Once more I'll read tne ode that I have But I a beam du find in each of three. writ.

0, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!" wit.

(Aside. O me, with what strict patience have I sat, Dum. On a day, (alack the day !)

To see a king transformed to a gnat !5
Love, whose month is ever May,

To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,

And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,
Playing in the wanton air :

And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
Through the velvet leaves the wind,

And criticke Timon laugh at idle toys ?
All unseen, 'gan passage find;

Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain !
That the lover, sick to death,

And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath, And where my liege's? all about the breast :-
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;

A caudle, ho!
Air, would I might triumph 80 !

King. Too bitter is thy jest.
But alack, my hand is sworn,

Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;

I, that am honest; s, that hold in sin
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

To break the vow I am engaged in ;
Do not call it sin in me,

I am betray'd, by keeping company
That I am forsworn for thee ;-

With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
Thee-for whom Jove would swear,

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Juno bul an Ethiop were;

Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time And deny himself for Jove,

In pruning' me? When shall you hear that I Turning mortal for thy love.

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,

A This will I send : and something else more plain,

gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, That shall express my true love's fasting pain.

A leg, a limb ?

King. 0, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,

Soft; Whither away so fast ? Were lovers too ! Ill, to example ill,

A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note ;

Biron. I post from love : good lover, let me go. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Long. Dumain, (advancing.) thy love is far from charity,

Jaq. God bless the king! That in love's grief desir'st society :


What present hast thou there? You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,

Cost. Some certain treason. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.


What makes treason here ?" King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush ; as his Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir, your case is such ;


If it mar nothing neither, You chide at him, offending twice as much : The treason, and you, go in peace away together, You do not love Maria; Longaville

Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this leiter be read; Did never sonnet for her sake compile;

Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart

Biron. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart,

Where hadst thou it? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Jag. Of Costard. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. Where hadst thou it? :heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: King. How now! what is in you ? why dost thou Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove ! the other cries ;

tear it ? One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes :

Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy ; your grace needs You would for paradise break faith and troth;

not fear it.

(T. Long. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.

let's hear it.

(T. DUMAIN. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear

(Picks up the pieces. Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear ? Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead. (To Cose How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ?

TARD.) you were born to do me shame.How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it ? Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. For all the wealth that ever I did see,

King. What? I would not have him know so much by me.

Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy

make up the mess : Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: He, he, and you, my liege, and I,

[Descends from the Tree. Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die, Good heart, what graco hast thou, thus to reprove o, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. These worms for loving, that art most in love ?

Dum, Now the number is even. Your eyes do make no coaches ;a in your tears,


True, true; we are four :There is no certain princess that appears :

Will these turtles be gone? You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing ;


Hence, sirs; away: Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.

Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.

(Eseunt Cost. and JAQ. 1 Thee--for whom Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were.'

Neither do I think there is any allusion to the singing The old copy reads

of the gnat, as others have supposed; but it is merely I Thou for whom Jove would swear.'

put as an insignificant insect, just as he calls the others Pope thought this line defective, and altered it to iDorms ahove. Thou for whom even Jove would swear.'

6 Cynic. 2 Fasting is longing, hungry, wanting.

7 A bird is said to be pruning himself when he picks 3 Alluding to a passage in the King's Sonnet: and sleeks his feathers. 'No drop but as a coach doth carry thee.'

9 That is what does treason here! What makest 4 Grief.

thou there? or, what hast thou there to do? Quid istic 5 Gnat is the reading of the old copy, and there seems li negotii est?-Barel. Shakspeare plays on this no necessity for changing it to knoi or any other word, phrase in the same manner in As You Like It, Act is us some of the editors have been desirous of doing. Sc. and in King Richard III. Act i. Sc. &

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