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Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the That well by heart hath connd his emballage :
maikers come. [The ladies mask. Action, and accent, did they teach lum there; Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Diimain, Tbus uitbou speak, and thus thy body bear: disguised like Muscovites ; Morb with musick, &c. And ever and anon they made a doubt,
Moth. “ All huil, the richest beauties on the Preience majestical would put him out ;
“ earth!” For, quoth the king, an angel fhalt thou fee; Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffata . Yefiar not thout, but speak audaciously :
Morb. “ A holy parcel of the faireft dames, The boy reply'd, An angei is not evil;
[I be ladies turn ebeir bucks to him. I bould bavi fard ber, bad she been a devil. [der ; “ That ever turn’d their-backs--to mortal views." With that all laugh'u, and clapp'd him on the Thoul Biron. Their eyes, villain, ibeir eyes. Making the bold wag by their prailes bolder. Motb. “ That ever turu'd their eyes to mortal Oae rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleerd, and swore,
" views A better speech was never spoke before :
66 Out" Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Bovet. True; out, indeed.
[vouch fafc Cry'd, Via! we will do's, come what will come : Noth. “Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, The third he caper'd, and cry'd, All goes
“ Net to behold" The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Biron, Once to bebold, rogue.
[eyes, With that, they all did tumble on the ground, Mb. “ Once to behold with your fun-beamed With such a zealous laughter, lo profound, " With your sun-beamed eyes" That in this spleen ridiculous' appears,
Boyit. They will not answer to that epithet ; To check their folly, pallion's solemn tears. You were beit call it daughter-beamed eyes.
Prir. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,
rogue. Like Muscovites, or Rullians : as I guess,
Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Rof. What would these strangers ? know their And every one his love-feat will advance
minds, Boyet : Unto his leveral mistress ; which they 'll know If they do speak our language, 'tis our will By favours several, which they did bestow. Tbat some plain 'man recount their purposes : Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be know what they would.. taik'd:
Boyet. What would you with the princess ? For, ladies, we will every one he mask'd ;
Biron. Nothing bat peace and gentle visitation, And not a man of them shall have the grace, Rof. What would they, say they? Despight of lut, to see a lady's face.--
Bovet. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; Rij. Why, that they have ; and bid them fo be And then the king will court thee for his dear :
[gone. Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine : Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be So thall Biron take me for Rofaline.
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Ad change your favours too; 10 fhall your loves To tread a measure with her on this grass. Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. (light. Boyet. They tay, that they have mealur'd many Rol. Coinc on then ; wear the favours most in
a mile, Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent: To tread a meature with you on this grass,
Prir. The etfect of my intent is, to cross theirs : Ref. It is not fo : Aik them, how many inches They do it but in mocking merriment;
Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, And mock for mock is only my intent.
The meature then of one is easily told. miles, Their several counsels they unbofom shall
Boyet. If, to come hither you have measur'd To loves miltook; and to be mock'd withal, And many miles; the princess bids you tell, Upon the next occasion that we meet,
How many inches do fill up one mile. (Ateps. With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
Bi:on. Tell her, we measure them by weary Roj. But mall we dance, if they delire us to't ? Boyti. She hears herself.
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot : Rif. How many weary steps,
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
Prir. Therefore I do it ; and, I make no doubt, Vouchiafe to shew the funthine of your face,
ihine [Sound. (Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery cyne,
Spleen ridiculous is, a ridiculous fit, .2 1. e. the taffata walks they wore to conceal themselves,
Rof. O vain petitioner ! beg a greater matter : Long. A calf, fair lady? Thou now request'ft but moon-shine in the water. Karh. No, a fair lord calf. King. Then in our measure do but vouchsafe one Long. Let's part the word. change :
Katb. No, I'll not be your half : Thou bid'it me beg; this begging is not strange. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Ref. Play, mufick, then : Nay, you must do it Long. Look, how you butt yourself in tela soon.
Tharp mocks ! Not yet ;-nodance:thus change I like the moon. Will you give horns, chaste lady do not fo. King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus Kaib. Then die a calf before your horns do grow. estrang'd ?
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Roj. You took the moon at full ; but now she's Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry.
King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as The musick plays ; vouchsafe some motion to it.
keen Rof. Our ears vouchsafe it.
As is the razor's edge invisible, King. But your legs should do it.
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Above the sense of sense ; fo sensible chance,
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have We'll not be nice: take hands ;---we will not dance.
[things. King. Why take you hands then?
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter Roj. Only to part friends :
Rof. Not one word more, my maids; break off, Court'ly, sweet hearts ; and to the measure ends.
break off. King. More measure of this measure; be not Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! nice.
King. Farewel, mad wenches ; you have simple Rof. We can afford no more at such a price.
[Exeunt king, and lords. King. Prize yourselves then; What buys your Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscoviles.company?
Are there the breed of wits so wondred at ? Ref. Your absence only.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths King. That can never be.
(fat, fat. Rof. Then cannot we be bought : And so adieu ; Rol. Well-liking wits they have ; gross, grofs ; Twice to your visor, and half once to you! Prin.. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor fiout!
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Will they not, think you, hang themselvesto-night? Ref. In private then.
Or ever, but in vizors, thew their faces ? King. I am heft pleas'd with that.
This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word Rof. O! they were all in lamentable cifes ! with thee.
[three. The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. Eiron. Nay, then, two treys, (an if you grow Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword; so nice,)
No, point, quoth I; my servant ftrait was mute. Metheglin, wort, and malmsey:-Well dice! Kaib. Lord Longaville faid, I came o'er his heart, There's half a dozen sweets.
And trow you, what he callid me? Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu !
Prir. Qualm, perhaps. Since you can cog', I'll play no more with you. Kotb. Yes, in good faith. Biror. One word in secret.
Prin. Go, sickness as thou art ! Prin. Let it not be sweet.
Ros. Well, better wits have wom plain statuteBiron. Thou griev'st my gall. Prin. Gall? bitter.
But will you hear? the king is my love fwom. Biron. Therefore meet.
[word ? Prir. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Mar. Name it.
Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Dum. Fair lady,
Boyer. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear ; Mar. Say you so ?--Fair lord,
Immediately they will again be here Take that for your fair lady.
In their own Mapes; for it can never be, Dum. Please it you,
They will digest this harsh indignity,
Kath. What, was your vifor made without a Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
Prin. How, blow ? how blow? speak to be And would afford my speechless visor half. [a calf ?
understood. Kaib. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-- Is not veald Boyet. Fair ladies, mark'd, are roses in their bud;
* To cog, fignifics to falfify the dice, and metaphorically, to lye. 2 Woollen caps were enjoined by a&t of parliament, in the year 1571, the 13th of queen Elizabeth. -- Probably the meaning is, “ Bettcs wits may be found among men of interior or more humble rank."
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shewn, King. Rebuke me not for that which you pro-
As the unfully'd lily, I proiest,
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
[Exeunt ladies. Prin. Not fo, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Eviter ibe King, Birm, Longaaville, and Dumain, in We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; their own babies.
A mers of Ruffians left us but of late.
Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
King, That The vouchsafe me audience for one My lady, (to the manner of these days)
[Exit. We four, indeed, confronted were with four
They did not bless us with one happy word.
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,
Wife things seem foolith, and rich things but poor.
Rif. This proves you wile and rich; for in my
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I polseis.
King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Biron. I cannot give you less.
Ref. Which of the visors was it, that you wore?.
mand you this?
[case, Biron. See, where it comes !-Behaviour, what Rof. There, then, that vizor ; that superfluous wert thou,
[now ? That hid the woric, and shew'd the better face.
King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! down right.
look you pale?--
Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for
perjury. That is, letting those clouds which obfcured their brightness sink from before them. ? i. e. ancouth. 3 Waffels were meetings of rural mirth and intemperance. 4 The mean, in music, is the. tenor. S That is, the flower or pink of courtesy. o ds white as whale's bone is a proverbial comparison in our ancient poets.
any face of brass hold longer out? What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Here stand 1, lady ; dart tly skill at me ;
Rof. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear Bruife me with scorn, confound me with a Mout; As precious eye-light; and did value me Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit ; That he would wed me, or else die my lover. And I will with thee never more to dance,
Prir. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Nor never more in Rullian habit wait. Most honourably doth uphold his word. [troth, O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
King. What mean you, madam? by my life, ny Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; I never swore this lady such an oath. Nor nerer come in vizor to my friend ;
Rof. By heaven you did; and to confirm ic plain, Nor wou in rhime, like a blind harper's song: You gave me this; but take it, fir, again. Tafata phrases, filken terms precise,
King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give : Three-pild! hyperboles, spruce affectation, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Figures pedantical ; these summer flies
Prin. Pardon me, fır, this jewel did she wear; Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. I do forswear them : and I here proteft, What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? By this white glove, (how white the hand, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. God know's!)
I see the trick on't ;--Here was a consent", Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd (Knowing aforehand of our merriment)
In rufset yeas, and honest kersey noes ; To dash it like a Christmas comedy : And to begin, wench,—so God help me, la ! Same carry-tale, some please-man, some fight zany, My love to thee is found, sans crack or flaw, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, fome Rof. Sans SANS?, I pray you.
Dick, Biron. Yet I have a trick
That (miles his cheek in years 8; and krow's the trick Of the old rage ;-bear with me, I am sick; To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos d, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us fee ; Told our intents before : which once disclos d, Write, Lord bave mercy on us, on those three; The ladies did change favours; and then we, They are infected, in their hearts it lies ;
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of the. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Now, to our perjury to add more terror, These lords are visited; you are not free, We are again forsworn; in will, and error For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. [us. Much upon this it is :-And might not you Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to
[T. Boyers Biro. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?
Ruf. It is not io; For how can this be true, Do not you know my lady's foot by the fquier 10 That you stand forfeit, being those that sue+? And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Biror. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. And stand between her back, fr, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude tranf- Die when you will, a smock ihall he your throud, Some fair excuse.
[grellion You leer upon me, do you? there's an e;c, Prin. The faireft is confeffion.
Wounds like a leaden (word,
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Prir. And were you well advis'd ?
Biron. Lo, he is tilting itraight Peace; I hava King. I was, fair madain.
done. Prix. When you then were here,
Enter Costard. What did you whisper in your lady's ear? [her. Welcome, pure wit! thoi partest a fair fray.
King. That more than all the world I did respect Cost. O.lord, fir, they would know, Prin. When she Tall challenge this, you will Whether the three worthies Thall come in, or no, reject her.
Biron. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cost. No, fir; but it is very fine, 'Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;
For every one pursents three.
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Cost. Not fo, fir; under correction, fir; I hope,
it is not fo;
8 In years
1 A metaphor taken from the pile of velvet. 2 That is, without French words. 3 The infeription put upon the doors of the houses infected with the plagne. 4 Our author here puns upon the word fuc, which signifies to profecute by law, or to offer a petition. s That is, You make no difficulty to fortwear.
0 That'is, a conspiracy. 7 That is, a buffoon, a merry Andrew. signifies, into wrinkles. ? i.e. First in will, and afterwards in error. 10 From the French cl quiense, a rule or square. The sense is nearly equivalent to the proverbial expreflion, he hath got ibe length of her foot ; i. e. he hath humourad her so long that he can persuade her to what he pleales, 111 has is, You may lay what you will,
You cannot beg us ', fir, I can affure you, fır; we Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, know what we know:
the fool, and the boy :I hope, fır, three times thrice, fir,
A barethrow at novum 2; and the whoļe world again, Biron. Is not nine.
Cannot prick out 3 five fuch, take each one in his Cofi. Under correction, fir, we know whereuntil
vein. it doch amount.
King. The thip is under fail, and here the comes Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for amain. [l'ugeant of rbe Nine Wortbies, nine.
Enter Card for Pompey. CA. O Lord, fır, it were pity you should get your
Colt.« I Pompey an," living by reckoning, sir.
Boyet. You lye, you are not he, biron. How much is it?
Cofi. “ Į Pompey am,"'Coll. O Lord, tir, the parties themselves, the Boyet. With libbard's head on knee 4, actor, sir, will show whertuntil it doth amount : Biron. Well laid, old mocker; I must needs be for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect friend, with thee.
[Big,“one man in one poor inin; Rompion the great, fir. Cof. “ I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the B101. Art thou one of the worthies ?
Dum. The great. Coft. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Coft. It is great, fir:-“ Pompey furnam'd the Porripion the great : for mine own part, I know
great; not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand\" That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make for him.
my fue to sweat ; Birnn. Go, bid them prepare. (some care.“ And, travelling along this coast, I here am come Cort. We will turn it finely otř, sir, we will take
by chance; Kirg. Biron, they will shame us, let them not ap “ And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet proach. [Exio Colaid. lifs of France.”
[done. Biron. We are shamne-proof, my lord; and 'tis If your ladyfhip would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had some policy
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. To have one thow worse than the king's and his Co4. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was company.
perfect: I made a little fault in, great. King. I say, they shall not come.
Biron. My laat to a half-penny, Pompey proves Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o’er-ruie you the best worthy. That sport belt pleases, that doth leatt know how:
Enter Nirtbaniel for Alexander. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Nith. " When in the world I livd, I was the Dies in the zeal of that which it presents,
world's commander ; There form confounded mikes molt form in mirth; " By east, west, north, and fouth, I spread my When great things latouring perith in their birth.
conquering might: Biron. A right der fip ion of our sport, my loru. “ My 'scutcheon plain deciares, that I am Alifander." Enigr Armado.
Boyet. Your nose fays, no, you are not; for it stands Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of
too rights. thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this most tenderwords.
[Converses apart with the King. Smelling knight. Pin. Doth this man serve God?
Prin. The conqueror is elismay'd: Proceed, good Piron. Why ask you?
Alexander. Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Nuitb. “ When in the world I liv'd, I was the Aim. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey mo
World's commander:"narch: for, I proteft, the school-malter is exceed Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. inz fantastical; too, too vain ; too, too vain : But Biron. Pompey the greit,we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. Cof. Your servant, and Costard. [fander. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couple Biron. Take
the conqueror, take away Aliment)
Cojt. O, fir, you have overthrown Alisander the King. Here is like to be a good presence of wor-conqueror! [T. Narb.] You will be scraped out thies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander ; his poll-ax fitting on a close-1tool, will be given Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Mac- to A-jax 7; he will then be the ninth worthy. A chabæus.
conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, mame, Alisander. [Exit Natb.] There, an 't thall These four will change habits, and present the other please you! a foolish mild man, an honest man,
Birou. There is five in the first thow, (tive. look you, and foon dath'd! He is a marvellous King. You are deceiv’d, 'tis not so.
good neighbour in footh; and a very good bowler:
Meaning, we are not fools; our next relations cannot bes the wardship of our persons and fortunes. One of the legal tests of a natural is to try whether he can number. 2 Norum was an old game at dice. ? A phrale ftill in ule ainong gardeners. 4 This alludes to the old heroic habits, which on the knces and shoulders had usually, by way of ornament, the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's head. s To relish this joke, the reader' should recollect, that the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his shoulders. 6 Alluding to the arms given to the nine worthics in the old hisfory ? A paltry pun upon Ajax and a jakcs.