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Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight-| "But stay ;-0 spite!
“But mark;-poor knight, This.“ Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.” “What dreadful dole is here! Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so;
Eyes, do you see? “And being done, thus wall away doth go.”
“How can it be? (Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. “O dainty duck! O dear! The. Now is the mural down between the two neigh
" Thy mantle good, bours.
“What, stain’d with blood ? Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful “Approach, ye furies fell! to hear without warning.
O fates! come, come; Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
“ Cut thread and thrum; The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the “Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!” worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. would go near to make a man look sad. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.
"Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: Enter Lion and Moonshine.
“Which is-no, no-w
- which was the fairest dame, Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear “That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with "The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
cheer. May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,
“Come, tears, confound; “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
'Out, sword, and wound “Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am
“ The pap of Pyramus: “A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
Ay, that left pap, “Forif I should as lion come in strife
“Where heart doth hop:“Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”
“Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
“Now am I dead, Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.
“Now am I fled; Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
“My soul is in the sky: The. True; and a goose for his discretion.
Tongue, lose thy light! Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry
“Moon, take thy flight! his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
"Now die, die, die, die, die.” (Dies.-Exit Moonshine. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his va- Dem. No die, but an ace, for him ; for he is but one. lour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well : leave lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. nothing. Moon."This lantern doth the horned moon present." The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet reDem. He should have worn the horns on his tread. cover, and prove an ass.
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe within the circumference.
comes back and finds her lover? Moon. “Thislantern doth the horned moon present; The. She will find him by star-light. Here she “Myself the man i'th’moon do seem to be.”
comes; and her passion ends the play. The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
Enter Thisbe. should be put into the lantern : how is it else the man Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for i'the moon?
such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. Dem. 'He dares not come there for the candle: for, Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, you see, it is already in snuff.
which Thisbe, is the better. Hip. I am weary of this moon: would, he would lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet change!
eyes. The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason,
This. “Asleep, my love? we must stay the time.
“What, dead, my dove? Lys. Proceed, moon!
“O, Pyramus, arise, Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the "Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the moon; this
“Dead, dead? A tomb thorn-bush, my thorn-bash; and this dog, my dog.
“Must cover thy sweet eyes. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for
“These lily brows, they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
“This cherry nose, Enter Taisbe.
“These yellow cowslip checks, This. “This is old Ninny's tomb: where is my love?"
“Are gone, are gone: Lion. “Oh-.” [The lion roars.—Thisbe runs off
Lovers, make moan! Dem. Well roared, lion !
“His eyes were green as leeks. The. Well run, Thisbe!
“O, sisters three, Hip. Well shone, moon!-Truly, the moon shines
Come, come, to me, with a good grace.
"With hands as pale as milk; The. Well moused, lion !
“Lay them in gore, (The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit.
“Since you have shore Dem. And so comes Pyramas.
“With shears his thread of silk. Lys. And then the moon vanishes.
“Tongue, not a word:Enter PYRAMUS.
Come, trusty sword; Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; Come, blade, my breast imbrue: “I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:
“And farewell, friends;— "For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams
“Thus Thisbe ends : “I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
“Adieu, adieu, adieu !”
The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace, The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs Will we sing, and bless this place. no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he
SONG, AND DANCE. that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray. so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come,
To the best bride-bed will we, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone! [Here a dance of Clowns.
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be: As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
And the blots of nature's hand This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Shall upon their children be.-
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless, And the wolf behowls the moon;
Through this palace with sweet peace: Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
E’er shall it in safety rest, All with weary task fordone.
And the owner of it blest. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Trip away; Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Make no stay; Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
Meet me all by break of day! In remembrance of a shroud.
(Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide,
Pack. If we shadows have offended, Every one lets forth his sprite,
Think but this, (and all is mended) In thechurch-way paths to glide:
That you have but slumber'd here, And we fairies, that do run
While these vision did appear. By the triple Hecat's team,
And this weak and idle theme, From the presence of the sun,
No more yielding but a dream, Following darkness like a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend! Now are frolick; not a mouse
If you pardon, we will mend. Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
And, as I'm an honest Puck, I am sent, with broom, before,
If we have unearned luck To sweep the dust behind the door.
Now to’scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long: Enter Oberon and Titania, with their train.
Else the Puck a liar call. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
So, good night unto you all! By the dead and drowsy fire :
Give me your hands, if we be friends, Every elf, and fairy sprite,
And Robin shallrestore amends. [Exit.
Persons of the Dra m a. FERDINAND, king of Navarre.
Costard, a clown.
Moty, page to Armado.
Princess of France.
Maria, ladies attending on the princess.
JAQUEXETTA, a country wench. HOLOFERNES, a schoolmaster.
Officers and others, attendants on the King and Dull, a constable.
A CT I.
Monly swore, to study with your grace,
And stay here in your court for three years' space. SCENE I.-- Navarre. A park, with a palace in it.
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and Dumain.
Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.– King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, What is the end of study ? let me know! Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
King. Why, that to know, which else we should not And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
know. When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
Biron. Things hid and barr’d, you mean, from comThe endeavour of this present breath may bay
mon sense? That honour, which shall bait his scythe's keen edge, King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. And make us heirs of all eternity.
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so,
As thus,—to study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid; Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
When mistresses from common sense are hid: Our court shall be a little academe,
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, Still and contemplative in living art.
Stndy to break it, and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.
King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; And train our intellects to vain delight. That his own hand may strike his honour down, Biron. Why,all delights are vain; but that most vain, That violates the smallest branch herein:
Which, with pain purchas’d, doth inherit pain: If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
As, painfully to pore npon a book, Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too!
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
By fixing it upon a fairer eye ;
And give him light that was it blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorioas san, Biron. I can but say the protestation over.
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
Small have continual plodders ever won, That is, to live and study here three years.
Save base authority from others' books. But there are other strict observances :
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, As, not to see a woman in that term;
That give a nane to every fixed star, Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:
Have no more profit of their shining nights, And, one day in a week to touch no food;
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. And but one meal on every day beside;
Too much to know, is to know nought but fame; The which, I hope, is not enrolled there:
And every godfather can give a na.ne. And then, to sleep butthree hours in the night, King. How well he's read, to reason against reading! And not be seen to wink of all the day;
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! (When I was wont to think no harm all night,
Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the And make a dark night too of half the day ;)
weeding. Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :
Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are aO, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep;
breeding Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep.
Dum. How follows that?
Biron. Something then in rhyme.
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;
That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: Biron. · Well, say I am; why should proud summer This child of fancy, that Armado hight, boast,
For interim to our studies, shall relate, Before the birds have any cause to sing? In high-born words, the worth of many a knight Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
From tawny Spain, lost in the word's debate.
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron; adieu ! Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our sport; Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with And so to study, three years is but short.
you: And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Enter Doll with a letter, and CostaRD. Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Dull. Which is the duke's own person ? Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
Biron. This, fellow. What would'st? And bide the penance of each three years'day. Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am Give me the paper, let me read the same;
his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own perAnd to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. son in flesh and blood. King. How well this yielding rescues thee from Biron. This is he. shame!
Dull. Signior Arme-Arme--commends you. There's Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come villainy abroad; this letter will tell you more. within a nile of my court.
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. And hath this been proclaim'd ?
King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Long. Four days ago.
Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for Biron. Let's see the penalty,
high words. [Reads.]-On pain of losing her tongue.
Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us Who devis'd this?
patience! Long. Marry, that did I.
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? Biron. Sweet lord, and why?
Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; Long. To fright them hence with that dread penalty. or to forbear both. Biron. A dangerous law against gentility!
Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause (Reads] Item, if any man be seen to talk with a wo- to climb in the merriness. man within the term of three years, he shall endure Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquesuch public shame as the rest of the court can pos-netta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. sibly devise.
Biron. In what manner? This article, my liege, yourself must break;
Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all those For, well you know, here comes in embassy three: I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak, — with her upon the form, and taken following her into A maid of grace, and complete majesty!
the park; which, put together, is in manner and form About surrender-up of Aquitain
following. Now, sir, for the manner,--it is the manTo her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:
ner of a man to speak to a woman : for the form,-ig Therefore this article is made in vain,
some form. Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Biron. For the following, sir? King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and God forgot.
defend the right! Biron. So study evermore is overshot ;
King. Will you hear this letter with attention ? While it doth study to have what it would,
Biron. As we would hear an oracle. It doth forget to do the thing it should :
Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after And, when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
the flesh. 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vicegeKing. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; rent,and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's She must lie here on mere necessity.
God, and body's fostering patron,
Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, heis, in tel-
King. Peace! I am forsworn on mere necessity.
Cosi, —be to me, and every man that dares not sight! So to the laws at large I write my name: (Subscribes. King. No words !
And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Cost. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you.
King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured meSuggestions are to others as to me;
lancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing huBut, I believe, although I seem so loth,
mour to the most wholesome physic of thy healthI am the last, that will last keep his oath.
giving air ; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself But is there no quick recreation granted ?
to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour ; when King.Ay,that there is : our court you know is haunted beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down With a refined traveller of Spain;
to that nourishment which is called supper. So much A man in all the world's new fashion planted, for the time when. Now for the ground which; which, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:
I mean, I walked upon: itis ycleped thy park. Then One, whom the music of his own vain tongue for the place where ; where, I mean, I did encounter
t so, so,
that obscene and most preposterous event, that Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
my tough senior.
Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ? King. --that shallow vassal,
Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epiCost. Still me.
theton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may King. - which, as I remember, hight Costard, nominate tender. Cost. Ome!
Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title King. -sorted and consorted, contrary to thy es- to your old time, which we may name tough. tablished proclaimed edict and continent canon, Årm. Pretty, and apt. with-with-0 with—but with this I passion to say Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying wherewith.
apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty? Cost. With a wench.
Arm. Thou pretty, because little. King. —with a child of our grandmother Eve, a Moth. Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt? female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a wo- Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. man. Him 1 (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, Arm. In thy condign praise. by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of Moth. I will praise
an eel with the same praise.
King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers: thon heat-
[Aside. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best Arm. I have promised to study three years with the that ever I heard.
duke. King. Ay, the best for the worst.-But, sirrah, what Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. Impossible. Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
Moth. How many is one thrice told? King. Did you hear the proclamation?
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of tapster. the marking of it.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a be taken with a wench.
complete man. Cost. I was taken with none, sir; I was taken with a Moth. Then, I am sure, you know, how much the damosel.
gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was a Moth. Which the base yulgar do call, three. virgin.
easy it is to put years to the word three,and study three King. This maid will not serve yonr turn, sir. years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.
Arm. A most fiue figure ! King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: Moth. To prove you a cypher.
[Aside. You shall fast a week with bran and water.
Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base porridge.
wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.- affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er-
of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to And go we, lords, to put in practice that,
any Frer.ch courtier fora new devised courtesy. I think Which each to other hath so strongly sworn!-- scorn to sigh; methinks, I should outswear Cupid.
[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Duma in. Comfort me, boy! What great nien have been in love? Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, Moth. Hercules, master.
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. Arm. Most sweet Hercules ! - More authority, dear Sirrah, come on.
boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was of good repute and carriage! taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl: Moth. Sampson, master: he was a man of good carand therefore, Welcome the sour cup of prosperity ! riage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. thee down, sorrow!
[Exeunt. Arm.O well-knit Sampson! strong-jointedSampson! SCENEII.- Another part of the same. Armado's house. I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me Enter AIMADO and Moth.
in carrying gates. I am in love too.—Who was SampArm. Boy, what signis it, when a man of great spirit son's love, my dear Moth ? grows melancholy?
Moth. A woman, master.
say you to this?