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SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Palace of Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears speak of.
The passion of lond laughter never shed. The. More strange than true, I never may believe
The. What are they, that do play it?. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
here, Soch shaping fantasies, that apprehend
Which never labor'd in their minds till now; More than cool reason ever comprehends.
And now have toild their unbreath'd memories The lunatic, the lover and the poet,
With this same play, against your nuptual. Are of'imagination all compact:
The. And we will hear it One seus more devils than vast hell can hold;
No, my noble lord. That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
It is not for you: I have heard it over, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
And it is noihing, nothing in the world; The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Unless you can find sport in their intents, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to Extremely stretch'd and connd with cruel pain, beaven,
To do you service, And, as imazination bodies forth
I will hear that play; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
For never anything can be amiss, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
When simpleness and duty tender it. A local habitation and a name.
Go, bring them in;- and take your places, ladies Such tricks hath strong imagination;
[Eril PhiloSTRATE. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
And duty in his service perishing. Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
T'he. Why, gentle sweet, you shall sce no such How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear?
thing. Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
The. The kinder we to give them thanks for nothMore witnesseth than fancy's images,
ing, And grows to something of great constancy;
Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
And what poor duty can do,
Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and Where I have come great clerks have purposed HELENA.
To greet me with premeditated welcomes; The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth - Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Jos, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practised accent in their fears,
And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty we have, To wear away this long age of three hours,
I read as much, as t'rom the rattling tongue Between our after-supper, and bed-time?
Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Where is our usual manager of mirth!
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied siinplicity,
In least, speak most, to my capacity.
Fhilost. So please your grace, the prologue is The. Say what abridgement. have you for this
The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets. What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy tirpe, if not with some delight?
Enter Prologue, Paitust. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe;
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good-will. Make choice of which your highness will see first. But with good-will. To show our simple skill,
That you should think, we come not to offend,
Giring a paper.
That is the true beginning of our end.
We do not come as minding to content ymu. We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
Our true intent is. All for your delight, In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
We are not here. That you should here repent
you. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
The actors are at hand; and by their show,
You shall know all, that you are like to know. When I frorn Thebes came last a conqueror.
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.
he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: That is some satire, keen, and critical,
It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Vot sortin: with a nuptual ceremony.
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like A tedinis brief scene of young Pyramils, a child on a recorder;• a sound, but not in govern
And his Love Thisbe : rery tragical mirth. ment. ferry and tragical? Tedious and brief?
The. His speech was like a tangled chain; no. That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. thing impaired but all disordered. Who is next? Hon shall we find the concord of this discord! Phitast. A play there is, my lord, some ten words
Enter Pyramus and THIERE, Wall, Moonshine, long
and Lion, as in dumb show. Thich is as brief as I have known a play:
Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this But by ten words, my lord, it is too long;
show ; • Compacted, made. Pastime. & Short account. * Ready
• A musical instrument
But worter on, till truth make all things plain. Pyr. “Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb *This mar ! Pyramus, il you would know;
straightway?". “This bra atrous lady Thisby is, certain.
This." Tide life, uide death, I come withog *This man with lime and rough-cast, doth present Wal!." Thus have I, wall, my part discha ** Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers" And, being done, thus wall away doth 99 sunder:
Exeunt Wall, PYRANUs, and * And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are The. Now is the mural down between content
neighbors. “To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls "This man with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, wilful to hear without warning.
“ Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I “By moon-hine did these lovers think no scorn The. The best in this kind are but shado
- To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. the worst are no worse, if imagination amer * This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, Hip. It must be your imagination then, “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
theirs. • Did scare away, or rather did affright:
The. If we imagine no worse of them, * And, as she fled, her mantie she did fall;
of themselves, they may pass for excelled * Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Here come two noble beasts in, a moon, and Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, * And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain :
Enter Lion and Moonshine. “Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle ha " He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
fear “ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
“The smallest monstrous mouse that cre * His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
floor, - Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, “May now, perchance, both quake and trembl " At large discourse, while here they do remain." “When lion rough in wildest rage doth rog
(Er. Prol., Prr., Tasbe, Lion, and Moonshine. " Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
" A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when : For if I should as lion come in strife many asses do.
"Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” Wall." In this same interlude, it doth befall, The. A very gentle beast and of a good corisa “ That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, the "And such a wall, as I would have you think,
I saw. "That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor. * Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, The. True; and a goose for his discretion. “Did whisper often very secretly.
Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valor * This loamn, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth carry his discretion; and the fox carries the show,
The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot ca “ That I am that same wall; the truth is so: valor; for the goose carries not the fox. lui “And this the cranny is, right and sinister, leave it to his discretion, and let us listen Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." moon.
The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Moon. “This lantern doth the horned a better?
present:~" Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard Dem. He should have worn the horns on hish discourse, my lord.
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! ble within the circumference.
Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned a Enter PIRAMUS.
present; Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! 0 night with hue so“ Myselt the man i'the moon do seem to be." black !
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest "O night, which ever art, when day is not! man should be put into the lantern: How is it “O night, ó night, alack, alack, alack,
the man i'the moon! “I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
Dem. He dares not come there for the can " And, thou, O wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, for you see, it is already in snuff.. “ That stand'st between her father's ground and Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would mine!
would change! “ Thou wall, 0 wall, sweet and lovely wall, The. It appears, by his small light of discre * Show me thy chink, to blink through with minc that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, i eyne.
[Wull holds up his fingers. reason, we must stay the time. *Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield' thee well for Lys. Proceed, moon. this!
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, “But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
the lantern is the moon: I, the man in the moon * () wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, ing
"Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!” Dem. Why all these should be in the lant
The. The wall, inethinks, being sensible, should for they are in the moon. But, silence; curse again.
comes 'Thisbe. Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving
Enter THISBE. me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am
This. “This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
love?" fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.
(The Lion roars.-- TUISBE FUN
Dem. Well roared, lion. This.“ O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
The. Well run, Thisbe. “For parting my fair Pyramus and me : "My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;
Hip. Well shone, moon.- Truly, the u
shines with a good grace. "Ihy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee."
The. Well moused, lion. Pyr: “I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
(The Lion tears THISBE's mantle and "To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Dem. And so comes Pyramus. “ Thisby!” This. “My love, thou art my love, I think.”'
Lys. And so the lion vanish d. Pyr.“ “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
Enter PYRAMUS. "And like Limander am I trusty still."
Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy su This. “And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.”
beams; Pyr. “Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.” "I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bri This. “As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." "For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering strean Pyr. “0, kiss me through the hole of this vile “ I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. wall.”
“But stay;-0 spite! This.“ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.” “But mark;-- Poor knight, • Called.
1 In anger; c quibblo.
E dreadful dole is here?
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :-
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play bath well beguil'd
The heavy gait of night.- Sweet friends, to bed. -2 år sroach, ye furies fell !
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. (Exeunt.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf bchowls the moon; frame!
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, see lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear:
All with weary task fordone.. u is - no, no- which was the fairest dame, Now the wasted brands do glow, at liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, *with cheer.3
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a sbroud.
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide :
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple of Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house: fow die, die, die, die, die."
I am sent, with broom, before, [Dies.- Erit Moonshine. To sweep the dust behind the door. En. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
Enter Oberox and Titania, with their Triin. 1. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he othing.
Obe. Through this house give glimmering lights With the help of a surgeon, he might yet By the dead and drowsy fire: rer, and prove an ass.
Every elf, and fairy sprite, hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Hop as light as bird from brier; be comes back and finds her lover?
And his ditty, after me, The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she Sing, and dance it trippingly. nes; and her passion ends the play.
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place. such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
SONG, AND DANCE. Lus. She hath spied him already with those sweet
Obe. Now, întil the break of day, 3 Dem. And thus she moans, vidclicet.
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be; "O Pyramus, arise,
And the issue, there create, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Ever shall be fortunate. * Dead, dead! A tomb
So shall all the couples three * Must cover thy sweet eyes.
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, ** Are gone, are gone:
Nor mark prodigious, such as are “ Lovers, make moan!
Despised in nativity, € His eyes were green as lecks.
Shall upon their children be. #sisters three,
With this field-dew consecrate, & Come, come, to me,
Every fairy take his gait; * With hands as pale as milk;
And each several chamber bless, *Lay them in gore,
Through this palace with sweet peace: "Since you have shore
E'er shall it in safety rest, "With shears, his thread of silk.
And the owner of it blest. * Tongue, not a word:
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.
Exeunt OBEROX, TITANIA, and Train. “ Thus Thisbe ends: * Adieu, adieu, adieu."
Puck. If we shadows have offended, The Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead.
Think but this, (and all is mended,)
That you have but slumbered here, Dem. Ay, and wall too.
While these visions did appear, BA. No, I assure you; the wall is down that
And this weak and idle theme, parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the Epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between
No more yielding but a dream, two of our company?
Gentles, do not reprehend; The No epilogue, I pray you; for your play
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am homest Puck, needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the
If we have unearned luck players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and
How to 'scape the serpent's tongue, banged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have
We will make amends, ere long :
Else the Puck a liar call. been a fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very Dotably discharged. But come, your Bergomask:
So, good night unto you all. et your epilogue alone.
Give me your hands if we be friends, [Here a dance of Clowns.
And Robin shall restore amends. (Exi
LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
WIRDILAND, kung of Navarre.
Moth, Page to Armado.
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
Lords, attending on the Princess Rosaline, MERCADE, of France.
MARIA, Ladies attending on the Princess SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.
JAQUENETTA, a Country Wench.
Officers and others, attendants on the King and COSTARD, a Clown.
SCENE 1.- Navarre. A Park with a Palace in it. And not to be seen to wink of all the day,
(When I was wont to think no harm all night, DUMAIN.
And make a dark night too of half the day :)
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. And then grace us in the disgrace of death
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please? The endeavor of this present breath may buy I only swore, to study with your grace, That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And stay here in your court for three years' space. And make us heirs of all eternity.
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest Therefore, brave conquerors : -- for so you are, Biron. By yea and nay sir, then I swore in jest.That war against your own affections,
What is the end of study ? let me know. And the huge army of the world's desires.
King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
not know, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from Our court shall be a little Academe,
common sense? Still and contemplative in living art.
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, To know the thing I am forbid to know: My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, As thus -- To study where I well may dine, That are recorded in this schedule here:
When I to feast expressly am forbid; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, That his own hand may strike his honor down, When mistresses from cominon sense are lud That violates the smallest branch herein;
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
Study to break it, and not break my troth
Long. I am resolv’d: 'tis but a three years' fast; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know:
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most
vain, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; As, painfully to pore upon a book, With all these living in philosophy.
To seck the light of truth; while truth the while Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
Light, seeking light, both light of light beguile: That is, To live and study here three years. So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, But there are other strict observances:
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. As, not to see a woman in that term;
Study me how to please the eye indeed, 'Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:
By fixing it upon a fairer eye; And, one day in a week to touch no food :
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, And but one meal on every day beside ;
And give him light that was it blinded by. The which, I hope, is not enrolled there;
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, And then to sleep but ree hours
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks: Smaid have cotinual plodders ever won,
King. Ay, that there is: our court, yon know, u Save baze authority from others books.
haunted These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
With a refined traveller of Spain; That give a name to ever fixed star,
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Have no more profit of their shining nights,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. One, whoin the music of his own vain tongue Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; And every godfather can give a name.
A man of compliments, whom right and wrong King. How well he's read, to reason against Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: reading!
This child of fancy, that Armado highi, an. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! For interim to our studies, shall relate, Lauag. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow in high-born words, the worth of many a knigns the weeding.
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate Biror. The spring is near, when green geese are How you delight, my lords, I know not, I ; a breeding.
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, Dv. How follows that?
And I will use him for my minstrelsy. Buon.
Fit in his place and time. Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, Dun. In reason nothing.
A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Biron.
Something then in rhyme. Long. Costard the swain, and be, shall be out Long. Birón is like an envious sneapingi frost,
sport: That bates the first-born infants of the spring. And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud sum er boast,
Enter Dull, with a letter, and CostaRD. Before the birds have any cause to sing ?
Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for! Than wish a snow in May's new-fanzled shows; am his grace's tharborough :) but I would see his But like of each thing, that in season grows.
own person in tlesh and blood. 50 Fou, to study now it is too late,
Biron. This is he. Ca o'er the house t' unlock the little gate. Dill. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.
kinz. Well, sit you out: go hone, Birón; adieu! There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you Biror. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay more. with you:
Cost. Şir, the contempts thereof are as touch Aad, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
ing me. Than for that angel knowledge you can say, King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Yet confident l'u keep what I have swore,
Biron. How low soever the matter, 1 hope in And bide the penance of each three years' day. God for high words. Give me the paper, let me read the same;
Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my nam”.
us patience! King. How well this yielding rescues thee from Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? shane!
Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modBiron. (Reads] Item, That no woman shall erately; or to forbear both. wae within a mile of my court.
Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us And hath this been proclaim'd!
cause to climb in the merriness. Lang.
Four days ago. Cust. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Biron. Let's see the penalty.
Jaqurnetta. The manner of it is, I was taken [Reats.-On pain of losing her tongue.
with the manner.
Who devis'd this? Biron. In what manner? 1995. Varry, that did I.
Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all Birna. Sweet lord, and why?
these three: I was seen with her in the inanor Long. To fright them hence with that dread pe- house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken nalty.
following her into the park; which, put together, Bira. A dangerous law against gentility, is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for (Rats.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with the manner,-it is the manner of a man 1. speak e toman within the term of three years, he shall to a woman; for the form,-in some form. esture such public shame as the rest of the court Biron. For the following, sir? cat pissibly derise.
Col. As it shall follow in my correction; and This article, my liege, yourself must break; God defend the right!
For, well you know, here comes in embassy, King. Will you hear this letter with attention? The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. As we would hear an oracle. speak,
Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken A maid of grace, and complete majesty,- after the flesh. About surrender-up of Aquitain
King. (Reeds.1 Great deputy, the welkin's viceTo her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father; gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's Therefore this article is made in vain,
earth's God, and boily's fostering patron,Op vainly comes the admired princesa hither. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. Kiag, What say you, lords ? why, this was quite Kiny. S, it is,forgot.
Cost. It may be so : but if he say it is so, he is, Bi-on. So study evermore is overshot ;
in telling true, but so, so. ile it doth study to have what it would,
King. Peace. li dith forget to do the thing it should:
Cost. -be to me, and every man that dares And when it hath the thing it hunteth most. not fight! Ti won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. King. No words.
King. We must of force, dispense with this decree; Cost. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you. Ste moat lies here on mere necessity.
King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored molBiron. Necessity will make us all forsworn ancholy, I did commend the black-uppressing hu. Three thousand times within this three years mor to the most wholesome physic of thy healthspace :
giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook Per every man with his affects is born;
myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth Not by might mister'd, but by special grace: houer; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, an! If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, men sit down to that nourishment which is called I am forsworn on mere necessity.
supper. So much for the time when. Now for Sa to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes the groun i which ; which, I mean, I walked upon;
And be, that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shaine:
it is yeleped thy park. Then for the place where;
where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene, ani Gazzestions are to others, as to me;
most preposterous event, that draweth from my But, I believe, although I seem so loath,
snow-white pen the ebon-colored ink, which here An the last that will last keep his oath.
thou vierest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest : but to But is there no quick recreation grante:1 !
4 Called. 1 i. e. Thirt-borough, a peace Jificer. з Sipping - Reside. · Tetaptations.
• In the fact