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As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Biron. [Aside.] An amber-colour'd raven was well Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep :


1 No drop but as a coach doth carry thee ;

Dum. As upright as the cedar. So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.


[Aside.] Stoops, I say: Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

Her shoulder is with child. And they thy glory through my grief will show : Dum.

As fair as day. But do not love thyself ; then thou wilt keep

Biron. [Aside.] Ay, as some days; but then no My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

sun must shine. O queen of queens, how far thou dost excel,

Dum. O, that I had


wish! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.


[Aside.] And I had mine! How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper. King. [Aside.) And I mine too, good lord ! Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes bere? Biron. [Aside.] Amen, so I had mine. Is not that Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper.

a good word? What, Longaville ! and reading ? listen, ear.

Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she

[Steps aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. [Aside in the tree.] Now, in thy likeness, Biron. [ Aside.] A fever in your blood ? why, then one more fool appear!

incision Long. Ay me! I am forsworn.

Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision ! Biron. [Aside.] Why, he comes in like a perjure, Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. wearing papers.

Biron. [Aside.} Once more I'll mark how love can King. [Aside.] In love, I hope. Sweet fellowship in shame!

Dum. On a day, alack the day!
Biron. [Aside.] One drunkard loves another of the Love, whose month is ever May,

Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?

Playing in the wanton air : Biron. [Aside.) I could put thee in comfort: not by Through the velvet leaves the wind, two that I know.

All unseen, 'gan passage find;
Thou mak'st the trium viry, the corner-cap of society, That the lover, sick to death,
The shape of love's Tyburn, that hangs up simplicity.

Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

Air, would I might triumph so!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

But alack! my hand is sworn, Biron. [.Aside.] 0! rhymes are guards on wanton Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Cupid's bose :

Vow, alack! for youth unmeet,
Disfigure not his slop.

Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Long. This same shall go.- (He reads the sonnet. Do not call it sin in me,
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,

That I am forsworn for thee ;
'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,

Thou for whom great Jove would swear
Persuade my heart to this false perjury ?

Juno but an Ethiop were ;
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.

And deny himself for Jove,
A woman I forswore ; but I will prove,

Turning mortal for thy love.
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee : This will I send, and something else more plain,
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ; That shall express my true love's lasting pain.

Thy grace, being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; Exhal'st this vapour-vow; in thee it is :

For none offend, where all alike do dote. If broken, then, it is no fault of mine.

Long. (Advancing.] Dumaine, thy love is far from If by me broke, what fool is not so wise,

charity, To lose an oath, to win a paradise ?

That in love's grief desir'st society : Biron. [Aside.) This is the liver vein, which makes You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, flesh a deity;

To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. King. [Advancing.] Come, sir, blush you: as his God amend us! God amend us! we are much out o'

your case is such;

You chide at him, offending twice as much :
Enter DUMAINE, with a paper.

You do not love Maria; Longaville
Long. By whom shall I send this !--Company! stay. Did never sonnet for her sake compile,

[Steps aside. Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid; an old infant His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. play.

I have been closely shrouded in this bush, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,

And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion, More sacks to the mill ! O heavens! I have my wish : Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Dumaine transform'd? four woodcocks in a dish. Ay me! says one; 0 Jove! the other cries; Dum. O most divine Kate!

One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes: Biron. [ Aside.] O most profane coxcomb! You would for paradise break faith and troth; Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye!

[To Long. Biron. [ Aside.] By earth, she is most corporal; there And Jove for your love would infringe an oath.

[To DUMAINE. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber quoted. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear

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Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear?

Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! [To Costard.] How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! 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. [Coming down from the tree. He, he, and you, and you my liege, and I, Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me.

Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Good heart! what grace 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; 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 But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

stay. [Exeunt Costard and JAQUENETTA. All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O! let us embrace. You found his mote; the king your mole did see;

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: But I a beam do find in each of three.

The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; 0! what a scene of foolery have I seen,

Young blood doth yet obey an old decree: Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!

We cannot cross the cause why we were born; O me! with what strict patience have I sat,

Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. To see a king transformed to a gnat!

King. What, did these rent lines show some love of To see great Hercules whipping a gig,

thine? And profound Solomon to tune a jig,

Biron. Did they? quoth you. Who sees the heaAnd Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,

venly Rosaline, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys !

That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, Where lies thy grief? O! tell me, good Dumaine : At the first opening of the gorgeous east, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?

Bows not his vassal head; and, stricken blind, And where my liege's? all about the breast :

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? | A caudle, ho!

What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye | King. Too bitter is thy jest.

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?

That is not blinded by her majesty ? Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you: King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin

My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon, To break the vow I am engaged in;

She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. | I am betray'd, by keeping company

Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron. With men, like men of strange inconstancy.

O! but for my love, day would turn to night. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; In pruning me? When shall you hear that I

Where several worthies make one dignity, Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,

Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,

Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, A leg, a limb?

[Going. Fie, painted rhetoric! O! she needs it not : King.

Soft! Whither away so fast? To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; A true man, or a thief, that gallops so ?

She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Enter JAQUENETTA and Costard.

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Jaq. God bless the king !

Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, King.

What, peasant, hast thou there? And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. Cost. Some certain treason.

O! 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! King.

What makes treason here? King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Cast. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! King.

If it mar nothing neither, A wife of such wood were felicity. Tbe treason and you go in peace away together. 0! who can give an oath? where is a book? Jag. I beseech your grace, let this letter be That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, read :

If that she learn not of her eye to look : Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

No face is fair, that is not full so black. King. Biron, read it over. [BIRON reads the letter. King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, bere bad'st thou it?

The hue of dungeons, and the shade of night; Jag. Of Costard.

And beauty's best becomes the heavens well. King. Where had'st thou it?

Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.

light. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou O! if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, tear it?

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs Should ravish doters with a false aspect; not fear it?

[Tearing it. And therefore is she born to make black fair. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore Her favour turns the fashion of these days ; let's hear it.

For native blood is counted painting now, Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, [Picking up the pieces. Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.


Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil;
Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright. But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Lives not alone immured in the brain,
Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. But with the motion of all elements
Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, Courses as swift as thought in every power,

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. And gives to every power a double power, King. 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you Above their functions and their offices. plain,

It adds a precious seeing to the eye; I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd: Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails : Biron. O! if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.

Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. For valour is not love a Hercules,
Dum. O vile! then, as sbe goes, what upward lies Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

The street should see, as she walk'd over head. Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical,
King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love ? As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
Biron. O! nothing so sure; and thereby all for- And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods

Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. King. Then leave this chat: and, good Biron, now Never durst poet touch a pen to write, prove

Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

0! then his lines would ravish savage ears, Dum. Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. And plant in tyrants mild humanity. Long. O! some authority how to proceed;

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; Dum. Some salve for perjury.

They are the books, the arts, the Academes, Biron.

0! 'tis more than need. That show, contain, and nourish all the world, Have at you, then, affection's men at arms.

Else none at all in aught proves excellent. Consider, what you first did swear unto ;

Then, fools you were these women to forswear, To fast,—to study,—and to see no woman :

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love, Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young, Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men, And abstinence engenders maladies.

Or for men's sake, the authors of these women,
And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, Or women's sake, by whom we men are men,
In that each of you hath forsworn his book,

Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, It is religion to be thus forsworn;
Have found the ground of study's excellence, For charity itself fulfils the law,
Without the beauty of a woman's face?

And who can sever love from charity ?
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:

King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! They are the ground, the books, the Academes, Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

lords! Why, universal plodding prisons up

Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, The nimble spirits in the arteries,

In conflict that you get the sun of them. As motion, and long-during action, tires

Long. Now to plain-dealing: lay these glozes by. The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

King. And win them too: therefore, let us devise You have in that forsworn the use of eyes,

Some entertainment for them in their tents. And study, too, the causer of your vow;

Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them For where is any author in the world,

thither; Teaches such learning as a woman's eye?

Then, homeward, every man attach the hand Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,

Of his fair mistress. In the afternoon And where we are, our learning likewise is :

We will with some strange pastime solace them, Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,

Such as the shortness of the time can shape; Do we not likewise see our learning there?

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, 0! we have made a vow to study, lords,

Fore-run fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. And in that vow we have forsworn our books ;

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, That will be time, and may by us be fitted.
In leaden contemplation have found out

Biron. Allons ! allons ! --Sow'd cockle reap'd no Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes

corn; Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with ?

And justice always whirls in equal measure: Other slow arts entirely keep the brain,

Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn And therefore, finding barren practisers,

If so, our copper buys no better treasure. (Exeunt.

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SCENE I.-Another part of the Same.

will whip about your infamy circùm circà. A gig of

a cuckold's horn! Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and Dull.

Cost. An I had but one penny in the wor

thou Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at the very remuneration Í had of thy master, thou halfdinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O! without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my without impudency, learned without opinion, and bastard, what a joyful father would'st thou make me. strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, as they say. nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

Hol. o! I smell false Latin ; dunghill for unguem. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is Arm. Arts-man, præambula : we will be singled lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general the large house on the top of the mountain ? behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is Hol. Or mons, the hill. too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it Arm. At your sweet pleasure for the mountain. were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.

Hol. I do, sans question. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.

Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and [Draws out his table-book. affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such call the afternoon. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon: dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he the word is well cull’d, chose; sweet and apt, I do should pronounce, debt--d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he assure you, sir; I do assure. clepeth a calf, càuf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abhominable, familiar, I do assure you, my very good friend. For (which he would call abominable,) it insinuateth one what is inward between us, set it pass.—I do beseech of insania: ne intelligis domine? to make frantic, lunatic. thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech thee, apparel Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo.

thy head :—and among other important and most Hol. Bone ? bone, for bene: Priscian a little serious designs,—and of great import indeed, too,scratch'd ; 'twill serve.

but let that pass ;-for I must tell thee, it will please Enter ARMADO, Moty, and Costard. his grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my Nath. Videsne quis venit ?

poor shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus dally Hol. Video, et gaudeo.

with my excrement, with my mustachio: but, sweet drm. Chirrah !

[To Moth. heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no Hol. Quare Chirrah, not sirrah?

fable: some certain special honours it pleaseth his Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd.

greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of Hol. Most military sir, salutation.

travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass.Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, The very all of all is--but, sweet heart, I do implore and stolen the scraps.

secrecy,—that the king would have me present the Cost. 0! they have lived long on the alms-basket princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentaof words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee tion, or show, or pageant, or antick, or fire-work. for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet komorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed self are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking than a flap-dragon.

out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you withal, Moth. Peace! the peal begins.

to the end to crave your assistance. Am. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine WorMoth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book.- thies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainWhat is b, spelt backward with the horn on his head ? ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

to be rendered by our assistance,—the king's comMoth. Ba! most silly sheep, with a horn.--You mand, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned hear his learning.

gentleman,- before the princess, I say, none so fit as Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

to present the nine Worthies. Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to them; or the fifth, if I. 1 Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.

Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant genMoth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; o, u. tleman, Judas Maccabeus ; this swain, (because of his

Aru. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterranean, great limb or joint,) shall pass for Pompey the great; a sveet touch, a quick venew of wit! snip, snap, quick the page, Hercules. and home: it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit!

Årm. Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough Votk. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end Vitold.

of his club. Hol. What is the figure ? what is the figure ? Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present HerNotk, Horns.

cules in minority: his enter and exit shall be stranHd. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. gling a snake; and I will have an apology for that Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I | purpose.


present them?

Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the au- Prin. Beauteous as ink: a good conclusion. dience hiss, you may cry, “Well done, Hercules! Kath. Fair as a text R in a copy-book. now thou crushest the snake!” that is the way to Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your debtor, make an offence gracious, though few have the grace My red dominical, my golden letter: to do it.

0, that your face were not so full of O's! Arm. For the rest of the Worthies !

Prin. A

pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows! Hol. I will play three myself.

But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumaine ? Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman.

Kath. Madam, this glove. Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?


Did he not send you twain ? Hol. We attend.

Kath. Yes, madam; and, moreover, Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antick, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover: I beseech you, to follow.

A huge translation of hypocrisy, Hol. Via ! -Goodman Dull, thou hast spoken no Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity. word all this while.

Mar. This, and these pearls to me sent Longaville : Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.

The letter is too long by half a mile. Hol. Allons ! we will employ thee.

Prin. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart, Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will The chain were longer, and the letter short? play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. ! the bay.

Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull. To our sport, away! Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.

[Exeunt. That same Biron I'll torture ere I go. SCENE II.--Another part of the Same. Before

0! that I knew he were but in by the week! the Princess's Pavilion.

How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,

And wait the season, and observe the times,
Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,
Maria, with presents.

And shape his service wholly to my behests,
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, And make bim proud to make me proud that jests!
If fairings come thus plentifully in :

So potently would I o'ersway his state, A lady wall'd about with diamonds

That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Look you, what I have from the loving king.

Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?

Prin. Nothing but this? yes; as much love in rhyme, As wit turn’d fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school,
Writ on both sides the leaf, margin and all,

And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess,
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax; As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him : a' kill'd your Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

To prove by wit worth in simplicity.
Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;

Enter Boyet. And so she died: had she been light, like you,

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,

Boyet. 0! I am stabb’d with laughter. Where's She might a' been a grandam ere she died;

her grace? And so may you, for a light heart lives long.

Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this Boyet.

Prepare, madam, prepare ! light word?

Arm, wenches, arm! encounterers mounted are Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.

Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis'd, Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. Armed in arguments : you'll be surpris'd.

Kath. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Muster your wits; stand in your own defence, Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.

Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are they, Kath. So do not you, for you are a light wench. That charge the breach against us? say, scout, say. Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, Kath. You weigh me not ?-0! that's you care not I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour,

When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest, Ros. Great reason; for, past cure is still past care. Toward that shade I might behold addrest

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. The king and his companions : warily But Rosaline, you have a favour too:

I stole into a neighbour thicket by, Who sent it? and what is it?

And overheard what you shall overhear; Ros.

I would


knew: That by and by disguis'd they will be here. An if my face were but as fair as your's,

Their herald is a pretty knavish page, My favour were as great: be witness this.

That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage : Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.

Action, and accent, did they teach him there; The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, “ Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear :" I were the fairest goddess on the ground:

And ever and anon they made a doubt I am compar’d to twenty thousand fairs.

Presence majestical would put him out; 0! he hath drawn my picture in his letter.

“For," quoth the king, “ an angel shalt thou see ; Prin. Any thing like?

Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.” Ros. Much, in the letters, nothing in the praise. The boy replied, “ An angel is not evil;

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