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need* no excuse. Never excuse; for when the

plajers are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

Many, if he that writ it, had play'd Fyramus, and

hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

been a fine tragedy : and so it is, truly; and very

notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask:

let tour epilogue alone. [Here a dance qf Clowns.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—

Lorffi, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

Ai much as we this night have overwatch'd.

This palpable-gross play hath well heguil'd

The heavy gait of night.—Sweet friends, to bed.—

A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

In nightly revels, and new jollity.

[ Exeunt.

SCENE II.
Enter Fuck;.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Pats the wretch, that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, alt gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dieam,
Now are frolick ; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
1 am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter Oberon and Titania, with their train.

Obt. Through this house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy fire:
Every olf, and fairy sprite,

Flop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,

Sin£, and dance it trippingly.
Tit". 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.

SONG, and DANCE.
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
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;
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be—
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace;
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.

Trip away;
Make no stay:
Meet me all by break of day.

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train. Puck. If we lhadow$ have offended,

Think but thit, (and all is mended,)

That you have but slumber'd here,

White these visions did appear.

And this rveak and idl theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend;

If you pardon, me mill mend.

And, as I'm an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends, ere long:

Else the Puck a liar call.

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friend*,

And Robin shall restore amends. [Exit.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Moth, page to Arrnado.
A Forester.

Ferdinuid, King of Navarre.

Biron, i

WgaTille, J. Lords, attending on Ihc King.
Domain, }

Bpyet, ■) Lords, attending on the Princess of\
Mercade, j France,
'•oti Adriano de Arrnado, a fantastical Spaniard.
Sir Nathaniel, a curate.
Holofernes, a schoolmaster.
Dull,a constable.
Costard, a clown.

SCENE,—Navarre.

Princess of France.
Rosaline, ~1

Maria, > Ladies, attending on the Princess,
Katharine, J

Jaquenetta, a country wench.

Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess.

ACT I.

SCENE I.^-Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain.
Sing. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen
And make us heirs of all eternity. * [edge,
Therefore, brave conquerors I—for so you are,
'hai war against jour own affections,

And the huge army of the world's desires,—

Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:

Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;

Our court shall be a little Academe,

Still and contemplative in living art.

You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,

Have sworn for three years' term to live with me,

My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,

That are recorded in this schedule here:

Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names;

That his own hand may strike his honour down,

That violates the smallest branch herein;

If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.

Lfing. T am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years* fast; The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank "rout quite the wits.

Dum, My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: To love, to wealth, to pomp, 1 pine and die; With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. X can but say their protestation over, Bo much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, To live and study here three years. Hut there are other strict observances: As, not to see a woman in that term; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there: And, one day in a week to touch no food j And but one meal on every day beside; The which, I hope, is not enrolled there: And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, And not be seen to wink of all the day; (When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Which, 1 hope well, is not enrolled there: O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Not to see ladies, study, Cast, not sleep.

King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.

Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please; I only swore, to study with your grace, And stay here in your court for three years' space.

Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest.

Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. What is the end of study ? let me know.

King. Why, that to know, which else we should not know.

Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?

King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.

Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so,
To know the thing 1 am forbid to know:
As thus,—To study where I well may dine,

When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,

When mistresses from common sense are hid:
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath.
Study to break it, and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus, and this be so, 1
Study knows that, which yet it doth not know: i
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no. J

King. These be the stops that hinder study quite. And train our intellects to vain delight.

Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,

Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain
As, painfully to pore upon a book,

To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look:

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile:
So, ere you rind where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed,

By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

And give him light that was it blinded by.
Study Is like the heaven's glorious sun,

That will not be deep-search'd with 3aucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won,

Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

Tha give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights.

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.

King. How well he's read, to reason against reading! [ing!

Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceed

Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding. [a breeding.

Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are

Dum. How follows that?

Biron, Fit in his place and time.

Dum. In r

nothing.

Something then In rhyme. Long. Biron Is like an envious sneaping frost.

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast, Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in an abortive birth? At Christmas ] no more desire a rose, 'l Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; V But like of each thing, that In season grows. j So you, to study now it is too late, Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron; adieu! Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you:

And, though I hare for barbarism spoke more,

Than for that angel knowledge you can say, Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And bide the penance of each three years' day. Give me the paper, let me read the same; ~i And to the strict'st decrees HI write my name. (

King. How well this yielding rescues thee from f shame! J

Biron. [Rtad*.] Item, That no woman shall comi

within a mile of my court

And hath this been proclaim'd?

Long. Four days ago.

Mr on. Let's see the penalty.
[Acad*.]—On pain of losing her tongue,

Who devis'd this?

Long. Marry, that did I.
Biron. Sweet lord, and why?
Long. To fright them hence with that dread
penalty.

Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Read*.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endurr such publick shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.

This article, my liege, yourself must break;

For well you know, here comes in embassy The French King's daughter, with yourself to speak,—

A maid of grace, and complete majesty,— About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.

King. \\ hat say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.

Bimn. So study evermore is over-shot;
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should:
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
Tls won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.

King. We must, of force, dispense with this deShe must lie here on mere necessity. [cree;

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' space:

For every man with his affects is born;

Not by might master'd, but by special grace: If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, I am forsworn on mere necessity.— So to the laws at large I write my name:

[Subecribet.

And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shame:

Suggestions are to others, as to me;
But, I believe, although I seem so loth!
I am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?
King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, i)
haunted

With a refined traveller of Spain;
man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain t
One, whom the musick of his own vain tongue

Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;
A man of compliments, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:

This chihl of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies, shall relate, In high.horn words, the worth of many a knight

From tawny Spain, lost in the worid's debate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; But, I protest, I lore to hear him lie, And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Oiron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire.new words, fashion's own knight.

Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall he our And, so to study, three years is hut short, [sport; Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard

Dult. Which Is the duke's own person?

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st?

Dult. I myself reprehend his own person, foi I am his grace's tharhorough > hut I would see his own person in flesh and hlood.

Biron. This is he.

Dult. Siguior Arme—Arme—commends yon. There's rillainy ahroad ; this letter will tell you more.

Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching

Eing. A letter from the maguificent Armado.

Biron. How low soerer the matter, I hope in God fot high words.

Long. A high hope for a low haring: God grant us patience!

Biron. To hear ? or forhear hearing?

Long. To hoar meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forhear hoth.

Biron. Well, sir, he it as the style shall gire us cause to climh in the mee i in ess.

,'.'u''. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenettn. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.

Biron. In what manner?

CM. In manner and form following, sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is in manner and form following. Now, sir, for the manner,—it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman: for the form,—in some form.

Biron. For the following, sir?

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; And God defend the right!

Eing. Will you hear this letter with attention?

Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Cast. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

Eing. [Beads.] Great depuly, the welkin's ricegerent, and sole dominator of Nararre, my tout's earth's God, and hody's fostering patron,

Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

Eing. So it is,

Cost. It may he so: hut if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, hut to, so. Eing. Peace.

Cost, —he to me, and erery man that dares not fight! Eing. No words.

Cost—of other men's secrets, I heseech yon.

Eing. So it is, hesieged with sahle.coloured melancholy, I did commend the hlack.oppressing humour to the most wholesome phyeick of thy health.giring air; and, as I am a gentleman, hetook myeelf to walh. The time when t Ahout the sixth hour; when l.easts most graxe, hirds hest peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for lhe time when: Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is yeleped thy parh. Then Ar the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter thttf ohscene and most preposterous erent, that draweth from my snow.white pen the ehon.coloured ink, which here thou riewest, hcholdest, turreyest, or seest: But to the place, where,It standeth north.north.east and hy east from the west corner of thy eurions.knolted garden. There did I see that low.spirited swain, that h.ue minnow of thy mirth,

Cost. Me.

Eing. —that unletter'd small.knowing soul,

Cost. Me.

Eing. —that shallow rassal,
Cost. Still me.

Eing. —which, as I rememher, hight Costard,
Coet. O me I

Eing. —sorted and consorted, contraey to thy estahlished proclaimed edict and continent canon, withmith,— O withhut with this I passion to say wherewith.

Cost. With a wench.

Eing. —with a child of our grandmother Ere, a [female.; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a tro. man. Him I ias my ever esteemed duly pricks me on) hare sent to thee, to receire the meed of punishment, hy thy sweet grace's officer, Antoay Dull; a man afgood repute, carriage, hearing, and estimation.

Dult. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dult.

Eing. For Jaquenetta, iso is the weaker ressel call d, which I apprchended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fuey : and shall,at the least ofthy sweet notice, hring her to triat. Thine, in all compliments of deroted and heart.hurning heat of duly, Don Adriano de Armado.

Binin. This is not so well as I looked for, hut the hest that ever I heard.

Eing. Ay, the hest for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

Eing. Did you hear the proclamation?

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, hwt little of the marking of it.

Eing. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to he taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, sir; I was taken with a damosel.

Eing. Well, it was proclaimed damoscl.

Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was a rirgin.

Eing. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed rirgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her rirginity; I was taken with a maid.

Eing. This maid will not serre your turn, sir.

Cost. This maid will serre my tum, sir.

Eing. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; Yon shall fast a week with hran and water.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

Eing. And Don Armado shall he your keeper.—
My lord Biron, see him delirer'd o'er—
And go we, lords, to put in practice that

Which each to other hath so strongly sworn—
[Exeunt Eing, Longarille, anil Dumain.

Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, These oaths and laws will prore an idle scorn— Sirrah, come on.

Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true It is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true giri; and therefore, Weicome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow I [Exeunt.

SCENE II.—Another part of the same. Armado's House.

Enter Armado and Moth.

Arm. Boy, what sigu is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

Moth. A great sigu, sir, that he will look sad.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self.same thing, dear imp.

Moth, No, no; O lord, sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender jurenal?

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior?

Moth. Why tender jurenal ? why tender jurenal s

Arm. I spuke it, tender jurenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender,

tooth. And 1, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time/which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty, and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir; 1 pretty, and my saying apt? or 1 apt, and my saying pretty?

Arm. Thou pretty, because little.

Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt?

Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master?
Arm, In thy condign praise.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious i
Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou neatest my blood.

Moth. 1 am answered, str.

Ann. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him. [Aside.

Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

Arm. Impossible.

Moth. How many is one thrice told? Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.

Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.

Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.

Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three.

Arm. True.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink . and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure!

Moth. To prove jou a cipher. [Aside.

Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am In love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am 1 in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; metbinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, master.

Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, master; he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the towngates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee In my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too,— Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?

Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Of what complexion?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four. Ann, Tell me precisely of what complexion? Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir. Arm. Is that one of the four complexions? Moth. As I have read, sir: and the best of them

Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.

Moth. Most macnlate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me.

Arm. Sweet Invocation of a child . most pretty,
and pathetical!
Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

lly this you shall not know; For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the lieggai.

Moth. TW wot Id was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. lioy, 1 do love that country girl, that 1 took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well.

Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love than ray master. [Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. And that's great marvel, losing a light wench.

Arm. I say, sing.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a-week. For this damsel, 1 must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing Maid.

Jaq. Man.

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.

Jaq. That's hereby.

Arm. 1 know where it is situate.

Jaq. Lord, how wise you are!

Arm. I wilt tell thee wonders.

Jaq. With that face?

Arm. I love thee.

Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. And so farewell.

Jaq. Fair weather after you!

Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exnmt Dull and Jaquenetta

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned.

Coif. W ell, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they arc but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up.

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; 1 will fast, being loose.

Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.

Cost. Well, If ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see—

Moth. What shall some see?

Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I thank (iod, I have as little patience as another man; and, therefore I can be quiet.

[Exeunt Moth and Costard.

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where heT shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. 1 shall he forsworn (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: ACT II.

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SCENE I—Another part of the tame. A Pavilion.

and Tentt at a distance. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, andother Attendants.

Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits;

Consider who the king your father sends;
To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem;
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitain; a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of ail dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you. [mean,
Prin. (Jood lord Eoyet, my beauty, though but
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eje.
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to he ir you tell my worrh,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker,—Good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course.
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf.
Hold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor:
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
On serious business, craving quick despatch,
importunes personal conference with his grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humblyisag'd suitors, his high will.
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

[Exit.

Pnn. All pride is willing pride, and your's is so— ^"bo are the votaries, ray loving lords. That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

1 ;. . -„■. Longaville Is one.

Prin. Know you the man 3

Jlar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques I-alconbridge solemnized, Iu Normandy saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is erteem'd; Weil fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) Ii a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power.

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike ; is'i so?

Mar. They say so most, that most his humours

Is my report, to his great worthiness.

Ros. Another of these students at that time
Was there with him : if I ha*e heard a truth,
Biron they call him; but a merrier man.
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit:
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking omamentu of praise?
Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Re-enter Boyet.

Prin. Now, what admittance, lord?

Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he, and his competitors in oath,
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have"learnt,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre. [The Ladies mask.

Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
Attendants.

King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Na

Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine.

Ring.Yoa shall be welcome, madam, to my court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither.

King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by mv will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else.

King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear your grace hath sworn-out house-keep in:;: "f is deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord. And sin to break It: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper. '- - Madam, I will, if suddenly I may

Prin. You will the sooner, that 1 were away; For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once s Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Biron. I know you did.

Ros. How needless was it theu

To ask the question I
Biron. You must not be so quick.

Ros. 'Tis long of you that spur ine with such questions. ['twill tire.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
Ros, Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o'day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
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