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SCENE I.- Another part of the same.
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, KATHARINE,
Boyet, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; On Saturday we will return to France.Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, That we must stand and play the murderer in ?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot, And thereupon thou speak’st, the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe!
For. Yes, madain, fair.
Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
[Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days ! 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: Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; If wounding, then it was to shew my skill, That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart: As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ?
Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the common-wealth.
Cost. God dig-you-den all ! Pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth is
Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will ?
lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of
Boyet. I am bound to serve.-
Prin. We will read it, I swear:
Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which, to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame : he came, one ; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see ; Why did he see? to overcome : To whom came he? to the beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he ? the beggar : The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's : the captive is enriched; On whose side? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side ? the king's ?-no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my cyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for bis den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited this
letter? What vane? what weather-cock? did you ever hear bet
ter? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remeinber the style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere
while. Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here
in court; . A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the prince, and his book-mates.
Prin. Thou, fellow, a word: Who gave thee this letter?
Cost. I told you; my lord. Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it? Cost. From my lord to my lady. Prin. From which lord, to which lady? Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, To a lady of France, that he called Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter.—Come, lords,
away. Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day.
[Exit Princess and Train. Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor ? Ros. Shall I teach you to know? Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
Ros. Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off!
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come near.
strikes at the brow. 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?
Biron. 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.