If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes flesh 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! [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant stay. play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! [Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you [Aside. lie. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Her shoulder is with child. Dum. [Aside. Stoop, I say; As fair as day. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must [Aside. King. And I mine too, good lord! Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? * Outstripped, surpassed. [Aside. Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then inci sion Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Önce more I'll mark how love can vary [Aside. wit. Dum. On a day (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, blow; Air, would I might triumph so! Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom even Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. 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, King. Come, sir, [advancing.] you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much: [To Long. I would not have him know so much by me. [Descends from the tree. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen*! Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain? King. Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you; I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in ; I am betray'd, by keeping company With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. King. Soft; Whither away so fast? A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. Jaq. God bless the king! King. Cost. Some certain treason. What present hast thou there? What makes treason here? If it mar nothing neither, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. The treason, and you, go in peace away together. * Grief, + Cynic. In trimming myself. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over. Where hadst thou it? Jaq. Of Costard. [Giving him the letter. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? Biron: A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore 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. 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. [Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us em brace! 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. |