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, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! [Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you lie. [Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? [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 incision Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision! [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, 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.— [Aside. This will I send; and something else more plain, That shall express my true love's fasting pain. Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; For none offend, where all alike do dote. Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from cha rity, 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. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To DUM. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear I would not have him know so much by me. [Descends from the tree. There is no certain princess that appears: You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing; O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, 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 JAQUEN ETTA and COSTARD. Jaq. God bless the king! King. What present hast thou there? King. What makes treason here? King. If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. 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. King. Where hadst thou it? [Giving him the letter. 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 Cos TARD.] 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: |