my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? Arin. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Moth. Until the goose come out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: Would you desire more? Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat: Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose: Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? Moth. By saying that a Costard, was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus came your argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market. Why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave, Costard! exceedingly well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration? Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, name, And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration: eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon! I will do it, sir, in print.s-Guer don remuneration. Erit. Biron. 0!- And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard A very beadle to a humorous sigh; broken in a shin? Moth. I will tell you sensibly. Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy: I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; [Giving him money. for the best ward of mine honor, is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew!Exit Mora. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the latin word for three farthings: three farthings- remuneration. What's the price of this inkle? a penny:-No. I'll give you a remuneration: why it carries it.-Remuneratio! A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Fr. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what! first praise me, and again say, no! short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! Nay, never paint me now; A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.but come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot; NA wounding, pity would not let me do't; If wounding, then it was to show my skill, Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Thus dost thou hear the Nemean licn roar And he from forage wili incline to play: Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited What vane! what weathercock? did you ever heat better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the erewhile. Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court; A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. To the prince, and his book-mates. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, As 1, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boget. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. of mine: Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve; Break up this capon. Boget. I am bound to serve.This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; It is writ to Jaquenetta. Prin. We will read it, I swear: Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fat beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth Velf, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! TV magnanimous and most illustrate king CoPetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate bear Zenelophon; and he it was that might rizly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videLot, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; , to; overcame, three. Who came? the king: Why did he come? to see: Why did he see? to come: To whom came he? to the beggar: What saw he? the beggar: Who overcame he? the gar: the conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: The captive is enriched; On whose ? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side? the king's?-no, on both in one Prin. Thou, fellow, a word: Who gave thee this letter? Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her now? Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? Bouet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it; [Singing. Thou canst not hit it, my good man. Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, An I cannot, another can. [Exeunt Ros. and KATH. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand is out. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul. Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge her to bowl. in both. 1am the king; for so stands the compron: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy iness. Shall I command thy love? 1 may: Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat good owl. Exeunt BOYET and MARIA, Ay love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! rega? robes; For tittles, titles: For thyself. me. Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him Thus, expecting thy reply, I profune my lips on thy down! fort, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy O' my troth, most sweet jest! most incony vulgar every part. God give you good even. wit! • Just now. When it come so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit! [Shouting within. [Exit CoSTARD, running. SCENE II.-The same. Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of colo,-the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,-the soil, the land, the earth. Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.s Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facer, as it were, replication, or, rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unletterd, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,-to insert again my haud credo for a deer. Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket. Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!-O thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished: he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school: But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind. Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Dull. You two are bookmen: Can you tell by your wit, What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five weeks old as yet? Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good man Dull. Dull. What is Dictynna? Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was no more; And raught not to five weeks, when he come to fivescore. The allusion holds in the exchange. Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange. Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allu non holds in the exchange. Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humor the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess kill'd a pricket. Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility. A species of apple. To render some of the allusions in this scene intel Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor d by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui pauca loquitur: a soul feminine saluteth us. Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Jaq. God give you good morrow, master parson. Hol. Master person,-quasi pers-on. And if one should be pierced, which is the one? Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth: fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well. Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho: I beseech you, read it. Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra, Ruminat, and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan: I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice' -Vinegra, Vinegia, Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia. Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses! Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege. domine. Nath. Reads.] If love make me forsworn, howe shall I swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty voared! Though to myself forsworn, to thee Pil faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed. tongue! Hol. You find not the apostrophe, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but for the elegancy, ligible to persons who are not acquainted with the lan-facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius guage of park-keepers and foresters, it may be necessary to mention, that a fawn, when it is a year old, is called by them a pricket; when it is two years old, it is a sorel; when it is three years old, it is a sore; when it is four years, it is a buck of the first head; at five years, it is an old buck. A low fellow. • Reached. Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horses his rider. But damosella virgin, was this directed to you? Attired, caparisoneg Jeq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords. Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: Your ladyship's in all desired employment, BIRON. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king; it may concern inuch: Stay not thy compliment: I forgive thy duty; adieu. Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save your life! Cost. Have with thee, my girl. [Exeunt Cost, and JAQ. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saithHol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colorible colors. But, to return to the verses; Did they please you, sir Nathaniel? Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Hil. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege have with the parents of the foresaid hid or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I wal prove those verses to be very unlearned, Tether savoring of poetry, wit, nor invention: 1 beseech your society. Nath. And thank you too: for society, (saith the text) is the happiness of life. H. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it-Sir, To DULL.] I do invite you too; you stall not say me, nay: pauca verba, Away; the gentles are at their game, and we will to our [Exeunt. recreation. SCENE III-Another part of the Park. Enter BIRON, with a paper. Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am ting in a pitch; pitch the defiles; defile! a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they say, the fool said, and so say 1, and I the fool.Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if I do, Lang me; faith, I will not. O, but her eye,-by this hight, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one with a paper; give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. Enter the KING, with a paper. God King. Ah me! Biron. Aside.] Shot, by heaven!-Proceed, sweet Capid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:-l'iaith secrets.— King. [Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose Arthy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of the deed, Aa doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: No drop, but as a coach doth carry thee, So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show. But do not love thyself; then tho will keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. 1 In truth. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here! [Steps aside. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appear! [Aside. Long. An me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers. [Aside. King. In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame! Aside. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye [He reads the sonnet. Persuade my heart to this fulse pe jury? (Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument) A Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. woman I forswore; out, I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is: Thy grace being gain'd, cures att disgrace in me. Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth shine, Exhal'st this vapor vow; in thee it is: If broken, then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broken, what foot is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise? Biron. Aside. This is the liver vein, which makes desh a deity; A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way. Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this?-Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, O most profane coxcomb! Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-color'd raven was well noted. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary [Aside. wit. Dun.. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Thou for whom even Jove would swear And deny himself for Jove, This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Long. Dumain, [Advancing.] thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. King. Come, sir, Advancing.] you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much: [To LONG. [Descends from the tree. Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen ! King. Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; I am betray'd, by keeping company thou tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefor> let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, To CosTARD.] you were born to do me shame.-Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Dum. Now the number is even. True, true; we are four:Will these turtles be gone? King. Hence, sirs; away. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the tritors stay. [Exeunt CoST, and Jaq. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us embrace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Young blood will not obey an old decree : We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast! What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty? King. What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon: She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron: O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity; Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fye, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not; To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. In trimming myself. |