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Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision | But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,
(Aside. You found his mote; the king your mote did sec; Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that'l have But I a beam du find in each of three. writ.
0, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen ! wil.
(Aside. O me, with what strict patience have 1 sat, Dum On a day, (alack the day!)
To see a king transformed to a gnat !5
To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,
And Nestor play at push-pip with the boys,
And criticko Timon langh at idle toys ?
Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain?
And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ?
And where my liege's? all about the breast :-
A caudle, ho
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, thai bold in sin
To break the vow I am engaged in;
I am betray'd, by keeping company
With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Juno bil an Ethiop were ;
Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time
In pruning’ me? When shall you hear that I
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, This will I send: and something else more plain,
A leg, a limb ?-That shall express my true love's fasting2
King. O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Soft; Whither away so fast ? Were lovers 100! ml, to example ill,
A true man, or a thief, 'that gallops so? Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
Biron. I post from love: good lover, let me go. For none offend, where all alike do dole.
Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD. Long. Duinain, [advancing.) thy love is far from charity,
Jag. God bless the king! That in love's grief desir'st society:
What present hast th There?
Cost. Some certain treason.
What makes treason here? King. Come, sir, (advancing.) you blush ; as his Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir, your case is such;
If it mar nothing neither, You chide at him, offending twice as much :
and you, go in peace away together. You do not love Maria; Longaville,
Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read;
Our Did never sonnet for her sake compile ;
misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
Biron. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart,
Where hadst thon it! I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
Jaq. Of Costard. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. Where hadst thon it? :heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion; Cost. Or Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
King. How now! what is in you? why dost thon Ah me? says one ; O Jove ! the other cries;
tear it? One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes :
Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy ; your grace needs You would for paradise break faith and troth;
not fear it. [To Long. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore
let's hear it. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
(T. DUMAIN. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
(Picks up the pieces. Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear? Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead. (To CosHow will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ?
TARD.) you were born to do me shame,How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it ? Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess. For all the wealth that ever I did see,
King. What? I would not have him know so much by me.
Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool ta Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy
make up the mess : Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: He, he, and you, my liege, and I,
(Descends from the Tree. Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Good heart, whet graco hast thou, thus to reprove o, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more These worms for loving, that art most in love?
Dum. Now the number is even. Your eyes do make no coaches ;' in your tears,
True, true; we are four: There is no certain princess that appears :
Will these turtles be gone? You'll not be perjurid, 'tis a hateful thing;
Hence, sirs; away Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.
Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai
[Exeunt Cost and JAQ. 1 'Thee-for whom Jore would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were.'
Neither do I think there is any allusion to the singing The old copy reads
of the gnat, as others have supposed; but it is merely ( Thou for whom Jove would swear.'
prit as an insignificant irisect, just as he calls the others Pope thought this line defective, and altered it to
worms above. • Thou for whom eren Jove would swear.'
6 Cynic. 2 Fasting is longing, hungry, wanting.
7. A bird is said in be pruning himself when he picks 3 Alluding to a passage in the King's Sonnet : and sleeks his feathers. No drop but as a coach doth carry thee.'
9 That is-wliat does treason here? What makest 4 Grief.
thou there! or, what hast thou there to do? Quid istic 5 Gnal is the reading of the old copy, and there seems negotii est?--Barel. Shakspeare plays on this no necessity for changing it to kuoi or any other word, phrase in the same manner in As You Like It, Act i. as some of the editors have been desirous of doing. I Sc. 1. and in King Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 2
Biron, Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us em King. 'Twere good, yours did ; for, str, to tell brace !
you plain, As true we are as flesh and blood can be :
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. The sea will ebb and How, heaven show his face; Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday Young blood will not obey an old decree :
• here. We cannot cross the cause why we were born; K’ing. No devil will fright thee then so much as Therefore, of all hands,' must we be forsworn.
she. King. What, did these rent lines show some love Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. of thine ?
Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the hea
(Shewing his Shoe. venly Rosaline,
Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine That like a rude and savage man of Inde,
eyes, At the first opening of the gorgeous easi,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, Dum. O vile! then us she goes, what upward Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
lies What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
The street should see as she walk'd over head. Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love ? That is not blinded by her majesty ?
Biron. O, nothing so sure ? and thereby all for King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now?
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon;
now prove She, an attending star, scarce seen a light.
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron :: Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-some flattery for this
O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty
Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Where several worthies inake one dignity;
Dum. Some salve for perjury. Where nothing wants; that want itself doth Biron,
'o, 'tis more than need ! seek.
Have at you, then, affection's men at arms: Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, - Consider what you first did swear unto;
Fye, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not : To fast,- to study, and to see no woman; To things of sale a seller's praise belongs;
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. She passes praise; then praise too short doth Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; blot.
And abstinence engenders maladies. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, And where that you have vow'd to study, lords,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: In that each of you hath forsworn his book : Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, O, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! Have found the ground of study's excellence, King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Without the beauty of a woman's face ? Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! From woman's eyes this doctrine 1 derive: A wife of such wood were felicity.
They are the ground, the books, the academics, 0, who can give an oath? where is a book ? From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Why, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries;
The hug of dungeons, and the scowl of night; Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye! It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair," Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, Should ravish doters with a false aspect :
And where we are, our learning likewise is. And therefore is she born to make black fair. Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, Her favour turns the fashion of the days;
And in that vow we have forsworn our book. ;' Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, black.
In leaden' contemplation, have found out Long. And since her time, are colliers counted Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes bright.
Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with! King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; crack.
And therefore finding barren practisers, Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is Scarce show a harvest of their beavy toil: light.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, Lives not alone in mured in the brain ; For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
5 This alludes to the fashion prevalent among la. 1 i. e, at any rate, at all events.
dies in Shakspeare's time, of wearing false hair, or 2 Milion has transplanted this into the third line of perircigs as they were then called, before that covering the second book of Paradise Lost :
for the head had been arlopted by men. « Or where the gorgeous earl.'
6 A quillet is a sly trick or turn in argument, or ex. 3 Here, and indeed throughout the play, the name of cuse. N. Bailey derives it, with much probability, from Biron is accented on the second syllable. In the first quibblet, as a diminutive of quibble. folio and quarto copies it is spelled Beroune. From 7 This hemistich is omitted in all the modern editions the line before us it appears that it was pronounced Bi. excepe that by Mr. Boswell. It is found in the Arst
quarto and first folio. 4 Crest is here properly opposed to badge. Black, 8 1. e. our true books, from which we derive most in. says the King, is the balge os hell, but that which graces formation ; the eyes of woman. heaven is the crest of beauty. Bluck darkens hell, 9 So in Milton's Il Penneroso : and is therefore hateful: white adorns heaven, and is
· With a sad leaden, downward cast.: therefore lovely. Crest, is the very top, the height of And in Gray's Hymn to Adversity : beauty or utmost degree of fairness.
With leaden eye that lorw the round.'
But, with the motion of all elements,
ACT V. Courses as swift as thought in every power ;
SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter HoAnd gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
LOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DuLL. It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
Hol. Satis quod sufficit.
Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons' at A lover's car will hear the lowest sound,
dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd; without scurrility, witty without affection, audaciLove's feeling is more soft, and sensible,
ons without impudency, learned without opinion, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; and strange without heresy. I did converse this Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste : quondam day with a companion of the king's, who For valour, is not love a Hercules,
is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ?"
Armado. Subtile as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical,
Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te : His humour is As bright Apollo's luie, strung with his hair ; lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed,' his And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.?
behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical.' He is Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
too picked, '° too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it Until his ink wero temper'd with love's sighs; were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. And plant in tyrants mild humility.
[Tukes out his Tablo-book. From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive :
Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such They are the books, the arts, the academes, fantastical phantasms, such insociable and point. That show, contain, and nourish all the world; cevise'l companions; such rackers of orthography, Else, none at all in aught proves excellent : as to speak, doubt, fine, when he should say, doubi; Then fools you were these women to forswear; det, when he should pronounce, debt: d, e, b, t; Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove foois. not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; neighbour, vocatur, nebour, neigh, abbreviated, ne : Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men ;) This is abhominable, (which he would call abomiOr for men's sake, the authors of these women; nable,) it insinuaieth me of insanie ; Ne intelligis, Or women's sake, by whom we inen are men; domine ? to make frantic, lunatic. Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo. Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths :
Hol. Bone ?-bone, for bene : Priscian a little It is religion to be thus forsworn:
scratch'd; 'will serve. For charity itself fulfills the law; And who can sever love from charity ?
Enter ARMADO, Moth, and CoSTARD. King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the Nath. Videsne quis venit ? field!
Hol. Video, et gaudeo. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them,
(To MOTH. lords;
Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?
Hol. Most miliiary sir, salutation.
King. And win them too : therefore let us devise Cosl. o, they have lived long in the alms-basSome entertainment for them in their tents. ket12 of words ! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them thee for a word : for thou art not so long by the thither;
head as honon ficabilitudinitatibus :13 thou art easier Then, homeward, every man attach the hand swallowed than a flap-dragon.14 or his fair mistress : in the afternoon
Moth. Peace ; the peal begins. We will with some strange pastime solace them, Arm. Monsieur, [To Ho...) are you not letter'a ? Such as the shortness of the time can shape ; Molh. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book : For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his Fore-run fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. head?
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. That will be time, and may by us be fitted.
Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-You Biron. Allons ! Allons !-Sow'd cockle reap'd no hear his learning.
corn; And justice always whirls in equal measure :
Shakspeare intends to obtain for his vicar, but he has Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn, loquial excellence. It is very difficult to add any thing
here put into his mouth a finisbed representation of col. If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
to his character of the school-master's table talk, and [Ereunt. perhaps all the precepts of Castiglione will scarcely be
found to comprehend a rule for conversation so justly I Shakspeare had read of the gardens of the Hes. delineated, so widely dilated, and so nicely limited.' perides,' and thought the latter word was the name of Reason, here signifies discourse ; audacious is used the garden. Somo of his contemporaries have made the in a good 'sense for spirited, animated, confident; uf. fame mistake.
section is affectation; opinion is obstinacy, opinia. 2 Few passages have been more discussed than this. trete. The most plausible interpretation of it is, : Whenever 8 Filed is polished. love speaks, all the gods join their voices in harmonious 9 Thrasonical is vainglorious, boastsul. concert.' 3 i. e. that is pleasing to all men. So in the language that is, too nice in his dress.' The substantive is used
10 Piched, piked, or picket, neal, spruce, over nice; of the time :--il likes me toell, for it pleases me, Shak. by Ben Johnson in his Discoveries : Pickedness for speare uses the word licentiously for the sake of the nicely in drese. antichesis. 4 In the days of archery, it was of consequence to
11 A common expression for eracl, precise, or finical,
12 i. e. the refuse of words. The refuse meat of fami. have the sun at the back of the bowmen, and in the face lies was put into a basket, and given to the poor, in of the enemy. This circumsance was of great advan- Shakspeare's time. tage to our Henry V. at the Battle of Agincourt. Shak. speare had, perhaps, an equivoque in his thouglas.
13 This word, whencesoever it comes, is often men6 Fair love is Venus. So in Altony and Cleopatra :
tioned as the longest word known. Now for the love of love, and her soft hours.'
14 A flap-dragon was some small combustible body 6 i. e. enough's as good as a least.
set on fire and put afloat in a glass of liquor, It was an ** I know not (says Johnson) what degree of respect ling his mouth
act of dexterity in the loper to swallow í without burn.
Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant ?
Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat gentleman, Judas Maccabous; this swain, because them; or the fifth, if I.
of his great limb or joint, shall passe Pompey the Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.
great; the page, Hercules. Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; o, u. Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity
Arm. No , by the salt wave of the Mediterra nough for that worthy's thumb: he is noi so big neum, a sweet touch, a quick venewl of wit: snip, as the end of his club. snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect : Hol. Shall I have audience ? He shall present true wit.
Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which strangling a snake ; and I will have an apology for is wit-old.
purpose. Hol. What is the figure ; what is the figure ? Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the auMoth. Horns.
dience biss, you may cry: well done Hercules ! now Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy thou crushest the snake! that is the way to make an eig:
otfonce gracious ;' though sew have the grace to Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I do it. will whip about your infamy circum circa ; A gig of Arm. For the rest of the worthies ? a cuckold's horn!
Hol. I will play three myself. Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou Moth. Thrice worthy gentleman! shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing
Hol. the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
Ve attend. half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discre Arm. We will have, if this fadge® not, an antic. tion.o, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou I beseech
follow. wert but my bastard! what a joyful father wouldst Hol. Via, 'goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghil, word all this while. at the fingers' ends, as they say.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. Hol. O, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for unguem. Hol. Allons ! we will employ thee.
Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them the charge-house? on the iop of the mountain? dance the hay. Hol. Or, mons, the hill.
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Arm. At your sweet pleasure for the mountain.
[Ereunt. Hol, I do, sans question.
SCENE II. Another part of the same. Before the Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure Princess's Pavilion. Enter the Princess, KATHAand affection, to congratulate the princess at her NINE, Rosaline, and MARIA. pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we derude multitude call, the afternoon.
part, Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, If fairings thus come plentifully in; is liable, congruent, and measureable for the after- A lady wall'd about with diamonds ! noon: the word is well cull’d, chose ; sweet and Look you, what I have from the loving king, apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure.
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and my Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :-For
rhyme, what is inward' between us, let it pass :- I do be- As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, seech thee, remember thy courtesy ;*-1 beseech Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; thee, apparel thy head ;-and among other impor- That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. tupate and most serious designs, -and of great im Ros. That was the way to make his god-head port indeed, too ;-but let that pass :—for I must tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) For he hath been five thousand years a boy. sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement,' Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd with my mustachio: but, sweet heart, let that pass.
your sister. By the world, I recount no fable ; some certain spe Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; cial honours it pleaseth his greatness to impari to And so she died: had she been light like you, Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen or such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, the world: but lei that pass.—The very all of all She might have been a grandam ere she died : is,but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that And so may you; for a light heart lives long. the king would have me present the princess, sweet Ros. Whai's your dark meaning, mouse," of this chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show,or
light word? pageant, or antic, or firework. Now, understand Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. ing that the curate and your sweet self, are good at Ros. We need more light to find your meaning ont. such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of mirth, Kath. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;"? as it were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end | Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. to crave your assistance.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it stiil i’the Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine
dark. worthies.-Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some enter Kath. So do not you ; for you are a light wench. tainment of time, some show in the posterior of this Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the king's Kath, You weigh me not,-0, that's you care not command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past none so fit as lo present the nine worthies.
Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough Prin. Well bandied both: a set13 of wit well to present them?
play'd. I A hit. 2 Free-school. 3 Confidential. 7 That is, convert our offence against yourselves into A By remember thy courtesy, Armado probably means a dramatic propriety. remember that all this time thou art standing with thy 8 i. e. suit not, go not. hat off.' "The putting off the hat at table is a kind of 9 An Italian exclamation, signifying Courage! Como courtesie or ceremonie rather to be avoided than otherwise.'- Florio's Second Frutes, 1591.
10 Grow. 5 The beard is called valour's excrement in the Mer 11 This was a term of endearment formerly. cbant of Venice.
12 Snuff is here used equivocally for anger, and the 6 i. e, shall march, or walk in the procession for snuff of a candle. See King Henry IV. Act i. 'Sc. Pompey.
13 A set is a term at tennis for a game.
But Rosalme, you have a favour too:
Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis'd, Who sent it? and what is it?
Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd : Ros.
I would, you knew: Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; And if my face were but as fair as yours,
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. My favour were as great : be witness this.
Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What aro Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron :
they, The numbers true : and, were the numb'ring too, That charge ibeir breath against us ? say, scout, say. I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour :
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
And overheard what you shall overhear; Ros. 'Ware pencils !' How ! let me not die your That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. debtor,
Their herald is a pretty knavish page, My red dominical, my golden letter:
That well by heari hath conn'd his embassage : O, that your face were not so full of O's!
Action, and accent, did they teach him there;
Presence majestical would put him out;
Did he not send you twain. For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
The boy reply'd, An ange is not evil; A huge translation of hypocrisy,
I should have feard her, has she been a devil. Vilely compila, profound simplicity.
With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longa
Making the boid wag by their praises bolder. The letter is too long by half a mile.
One rubb’d his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore, Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in heart, A better speech was never spoke before : The chain were longer, and the letter short? Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Cry'd, Vin!' we will do't, come what will come :
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well : Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
With that they all did tumble on the ground, O, that I knew he were but in by the week !3 With such a zealous laughtet, so profound, How I would make him fawn, and beg aud seek; That in the spleen ridiculous appears, And wait the season, and observe the times, To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? And shape his service wholly to my behests; Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus, And make him proud to make me proud that jests! Like Muscovites, or Russians :' as I guess, So potent-likes would I o'ersway his state, The purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
And every one his love-feat will advance Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Unto his several mistress; which they'll know catch'd,
By favours several, which they did bestow. As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Prin. And will they so? ihe gallants shall be Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
task'd : And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ; Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such ex. And not a man of them shall have the grace, cess,
Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Hold, Rosali this favour thou shalt wear; Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, And then the king will court thee for his dear; As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ; Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
So shall Biron take me for Rosaline To prove, by wil, worth in simplicity.
And change your favours too; so shall your loves Enter Boyet.
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
Ros. Come on, then; wear the favours most in Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
sight. Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's
Koch. But, in this changing, what is your intent? her grace?
Prin. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs : Prin. Thy news, Boyet?
They do it but in mocking merriment; Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare !- And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
which Warburton has given an ingenious but unfounded 2 Theobald is scandalized at this language from a explanation). princess. But Dr. Farmer observes there need no alarm 6 Johnson remarks that these are observations wor. She small-por only is allied to ; with which it seems thy of a man who has surveyed human nature with the Katharine was pitied; or as it is quaintly expressed closest attention.' * her face was full of O's." Davison has a canzonet 7 Via. See p. 83. “ on his lady's sicknesse of the pore;” and Dr. Donne 8 Splern ridiculous is a ridiculous fit of laughter. writes to his sister, “ Al my return from Kent, I found The spleen was anciently supposed to be the cause of Pogge had the pore."? Such a plaque was the smull. laughter. por formerly, that its name might well be used as an 9 Lo the first year of K. Henry VIII. at a banquet made imprecation.
for the foreign ambassadors in the parliament chamber 3 This is an expression taken from the hiring of ser at Westminster, 'came the Lorde Henry Earle of Wilt. varits; meaning, "I wish I knew that he was in love with shire and the Lorde Fitzwater, in two long gownes of me, or my serrant,' as the phrase is.
yellow satin traversed with white satin, and in every 4 The meaning of this obscure line seems to be, I bend of white was a bend of crimosen sattin after the would make him proud to flatter me, who make a mock fashion of Russia or Ruslande, with furred hartes of grey or his flattery.
on their hedes, either of them havyng an hatchet in their 5 The oid copies read pertaunt-like. The modern handes, and bootes with pykes turned up Hall, Henry, editions read with Sir T. Hanmer, portentlike; of|VIII. p. 6.