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Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd We are again forsworn-in will, and 'error.

In a russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: Much upon this itis :-and might not you [To BOYET. And, to begin, --Wench, so God help me, la! Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue ? My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Do not you know my lady's foot by the m squire, Ros. Sans bsans, I pray you.

And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Biron.

Yet I have a trick And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick ;

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft! let us see: You put our page out: go, you are allow'd;
Write “Lord' have mercy on us” on those three; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
They are infected, in their hearts it lies;

You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : Wounds like a leaden sword.
These lords are visited; you are not free,


Full merrily For the lord's tokens on you do I see.

Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. [done. Prin. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us. Biron. Lo! he is tilting straight. Peace! I have Biron. Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us.

Enter CostARD. Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,'

Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. That you stand forfeit, being those that d sue? Biron. Peace! for I will not have to do with you. Whether the three Worthies shall come in, or no.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Biron. What, are there but three? Biron. Speak for yourselves : my wit is at an end.


No, sir; but it is vara fine,
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans. For every one pursents three.
Some fair excuse.


And three times thrice is nine.
The fairest is confession.

Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir, I hope, it Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?

is not so.

[know what we know: King. Madam, I was.

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we Prin. And were you well advis'd ?

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,King. I was, fair madam.


Is not nine. Prin. When you then were here,

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil What did you whisper in your lady's ear? [her.

it doth amount. King. That more than all the world I did respect

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject

Cost. O Lord! sir, it were pity you should get King. Upon mine honor, no.


your living by reckoning, sir. Prin. Peace! peace! forbear:

Biron. How much is it? Your oath once broke, you e force not to forswear.

Cost. O Lord! sir, the parties themselves, the King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for Prin. I will; and therefore keep it.-Rosaline,

mine own part, I am, as they say, but to 'pursent What did the Russian whisper in your ear?

Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear one man,-e'en one poor man-Pompion the great, As precious eye-sight, and did value me

Biron. Art thou one of the Worthies? Above this world; adding thereto, moreover,

Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know not Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord

the degree of the Worthy, but I am to stand for him. Most honorably doth uphold his word. [troth,

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my

Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir: we will take I never swore this lady such an oath.

[Exit COSTARD. Ros. By heaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain,

King. Biron, they will shame us; let them not You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.


[policy King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give : I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord; and 'tis some Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;

To have one show worse than the king's and his

King. I say, they shall not come. [company. And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. What! will you have me, or your pearl again!

Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now. Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.- Where zeal strives to content, and the contents

That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: I see the trick on't:-here was a fconsent,

Die in the zeal of them which it presents, Knowing aforehand of our merriment,

Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; To dash it like a Christmas comedy. ['zany; When great things laboring perish in their birth. Some 6carry-tale, some "please-man, some slight Some * mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some

Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Dick,

Enter ARMADO. That smiles his cheek in years, and knows the trick

Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of To make my lady langh when she's dispos'a, thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of Told our intents before; which once disclos'd, words. [ARMADO converses with the King, and The ladies did change favors, and then we,

delivers a paper to him. Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Prin. Doth this man serve God? Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

Biron. Why ask you?
Prin. A' speaks not like a man of God's making.

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey mon* Rustic.--· Sans sans," i. e., without French words.- arch; for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding "Lord have mercy on us," --the inscription on the doors fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : but we will of houses visited with the plague.- . That is, how can those be liable to forfciture that begin the process! The quibble lies in the ambiguity of the word sue, which signifies to pro. 1 First in rill, and afterwards in error.–Square ; rule.ceed at laun, and to petition. Hesitate.--"A consent," 1 e., : " You are allow'd," i, e., you are an allowed, a licensed an agreement; a conspiracy.- Tule-bearer. Oficious fel. | fool, and may say what you like. "You cannot beg us," low; pickthank. Buffoon. Tale-bearer.

i. e., we are no fools,

some care.

put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you see, how 'tis;a little fo'erparted.-But there you the peace of mind, most royal couplement! are Worthies a coming will speak their mind in [Exit ARMADO. some other sort.

(TARD. King. Here is like to be a good presence of Wor * King. Stand aside, good Pompey. [Exit Costhies. He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pom- Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and Moth pey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; Arma

armed, for Hercules. do's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabeus.

Hol. “Great Hercules is presented by this imp, And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other And, when he was u babe, a child, a shrimp, [canis ;

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Biron. There is five in the first show.

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus. King. You are deceived ; 'tis not so, Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, Ergo, I come with this apology

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority, the fool, and the boy :Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Exit Moru.

Hol. “ Judas I am,"Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.

Dum. A Judas!
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.--
Enter COSTARD armed, for Pompey.

“Judas I am, yclep'd Maccabeus."

Dum. Judas Maccabeus clipt is plain Judas. Cost. “I Pompey am,

Biron. A kissing traitor.-How art thou prov'd Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Hol. Judas I am,"

(Judas ? Cost.“ I Pompey am,

Dum. The more shame for you, Judas. Boyet.

With blibbard's head on knee. Hol. What mean you, sir? Biron. Well said, old mocker: I must needs be

Boyet. To make Judas hang himself. friends with thee.

Hol. Begin, sir: you are my elder. Cost. "I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Biron. Well follow'd:Judas was hang'd on an elder. big,~"

Hol, I will not be put out of countenance. Dum. The great.


Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Cost. It is great, sir;" Pompey surnam'd the Hol. What is this?
That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make

Boyet. A b cittern head.
my foe to sweat:

[chance, Dum. The head of a bodkin. And travelling along this coast I here am come by Biron. A death's face in a ring. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarceo seon. of France."

[had done.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. If your ladyship would say, " Thanks, Pompey," I Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a hflask. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. perfect. I made a little fault in, "great."

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance. best Worthy.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. Enter Sir NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. Biron. False: we have given thee faces. Nath. “When in the world Iliv'd, I was the world's Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all. commander;

[might: Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. By cast, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander." And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay? Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it Dum. For the latter end of his name.

stands too right. (smelling knight. Biron. For the ass to the Jude? give it him:Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender

Jud-as, away. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. ---Proceed, good Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Alexander

[commander;" Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas! it grows dark, Nath. “When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

he may stumble.

[baited! Boyet. Most true; 'tis right: you were so, Alisander. Prin. Alas, poor Maccabeus, how hath he been Biron. Pompey the great,

Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector. Cost. Your servant, and Costard.


Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes HecBiron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali

tor in arms. Cost. O! sir, [ To NATH.) you have overthrown Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will Alisander the conqueror. You will be scraped out

now be merry of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror,

Boyet. But is this Hector ?

King. I think Hector was not so clean-timber'd. and afеard to speak ? run away for shame, Alisander. [NATH. relires.] There, an't shall please you: a

Long. His leg is too big for Hector's.

Dum. More calf, certain. foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd. He is a marvellous good neighbor, faith,

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small.

Biron. This cannot be Hector. and a very good bowler; but, for Alisander, alas!

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. ** Abate throw at novum." Novum was a game at dice,

Arm." The armipotent Mars, of klances the alof which nine and five were the principal throws. Biron Gave Hector a gift, —"

[mighty, therefore says, abate a throro, that is, leave out the nine, and the world cannot pick out five such knights.--"Libbard's," {"A little o'erparted," i.e., his part is a little too much for i e, leopard's : an allusion to the old heroic habits, which him. --- The cittern was a kind of harp or guitar, which had usually had a leopard's or lion's

head on the knee and shoul. usually a head grotesquely carved, at the extremity of the dert. The head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his neck and finger-board. • Flask" here means a soldier's shoulders. An allusion to the arms of Alexander, as given powder-horn. A brooch was an ornamental clasp, for fas. in the history of the Nine Worthies. - * A quibble founded on tening hat-bands, girdles, mantles, etc.: a brooch of lead, be. the resemblance in pronunciation of Ajax to a jakes. cause of his pale complexion, his loaden hue. Lance-man.


Dum. A 'gift nutmeg.

none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' Biron. A lemon.

wears next his heart for a favor. Long. Stuck with cloves.

Enter Monsieur MERCADE, a Messenger. Dum. No, cloven.

Mer. God save you, madam. Arm. Peace! “ The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Prin. Welcome,'Mercade,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;

But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father-

Mer. I am sorry, madam, for the news I bring
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower,"

Prin. Dead, for my life!
That mint.

Mer. Even so: my tale is told.

That columbine.

Biron. Worthies, away! The scene begins to cloud, Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath.

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs

of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

[Exeunt Worthies. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten :

King. How fares your majesty ? sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried :

Prin. Boyet, prepare: I will away to-night. when he breathed, he was a man.-But I will for

King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. ward with my device. Sweet royalty, bestow on me

Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious lords, the sense of hearing.”

For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide,

Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

The d liberal opposition of our spirits :
Dum. He may not by the yard.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves Arm. “This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,"'

In the converse of breath, your gentleness

Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord ! 3 Re-enter COSTARD, in haste, unarmed. A heavy heart bears not a “ nimble tongue. Cost. The party is gone: fellow Hector, she is Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks gone ; she is two months on her way.

For my great suit so easily obtain'd. Arm. What meanest thou?

King. The extreme sparting time expressly forms Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the All causes to the purpose of his speed; poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child And often, at his very ® loose, decides brags in her belly already : 'tis yours.

That which long process could not arbitrate : Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? And though the mourning brow of progeny Thou shalt die.

Forbid the smiling courtesy of love Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd for Jaque- The holy suit which fain it would 'convince ; netta that is quick by him, and hang'd for Pompey Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, that is dead by him.

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it Dum. Most rare Pompey!

From what it purpos'd ; since, to wail friends lost Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pom- As to rejoice at friends but newly found. pey! Pompey the huge !

Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are 6 dull. Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Biron. Pompey is moved.-More Ates, more

And by these badges understand the king. [griefs; * Ates! stir them on! stir them on!

For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Dum. Héctor will challenge him.

Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies, Biron. Ay, if a' have no more man's blood in's Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humors belly than will sup a flea.

Even to the opposed end of our intents; Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern As love is full of unbefitting strangeness ; man: I'll slash ; l'il do it by the sword.— I pray All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; you, let me borrow my arms again.

Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies !

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Varying in subjects, as the eye doth roll
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

To every varied object in his glance:
Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Which party-coated presence of loose love
Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
What mean you? you will lose your reputation.

Have misbecome our oaths and gravities,
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
not combat in my shirt.

& Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath made Our love being yours, the error that love makes the challenge.

Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.

By being once false for ever to be true Biron. What reason have you for't ?

To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt. I And even that falsehood, in itself 8 so base, go woolward for penance.

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; want of linen; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore

Your favors, the ambassadors of love;

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& "Liberal," i. e., excessively free.-- Loose is a term in *" More Ates," i. e., more instigation: Ato was the goddess archery, signifying the act of discharging an arrow "I of Discord. 'Northern man," i e., a clown.moi Wool. would convince," i. e., it would succeed in obtaining. ward," i, e., so as to leave the woollen clothes next the skin. Tempted.

And, in our maiden council, rated them

That lie within the mercy of your wit: Al courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, As a bombast, and as lining to the time.

And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, But more devout than this, in our respects

Without the which I am not to be won,
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to day,
In their own fashion, like a merriment. Ljest. Visit the speechless sick, and still converse

Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
Long. So did our looks.

With all the fierce endeavor of your wit,

We did not quote them so. To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Grant us your loves.

It cannot be; it is impossible :

A time, methinks, too short Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
To make a world-without-end bargain in.

Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this. Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools.
If for my love (as there is no such cause)

A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Deafʼd with the clamors of their own * dire groans,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ; Will hear your idle scorns, continue 5 them,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs

And I will have you, and that fault withal ; Have brought about their annual reckoning. But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, If this austere insociable life

And I shall find you empty of that fault, Change not your offer made in heat of blood;

Right joyful of your reformation. If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. But that it bear this trial, and last love;

Prin. Ay, sweet, my lord; and so I take my leave. Then, at the expiration of the year,

[To the King. Come challenge me, 'challenge by these deserts, King. No, madam; we will bring you on your And by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,

way. I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut

Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; My woful self up in a mourning house,

Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Raining the tears of lamentation,

Might well have made our sport a comedy. For the remembrance of my father's death.

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

And then 'twill end. Neither entitled in the other's heart.


That's too long for a play.
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me.

Prin. Was not that Hector ?
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what to me?

Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank: I am a votary: I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave.
You are attaint with faults and perjury;
Therefore, if you my favor mean to get,

the plough for her sweet love three years. But, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,

most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue But seek the weary beds of people sick.

that the two learned men have compiled in praise Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me? of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed

Kath. A wife !—A beard, fair health, and honesty; in the end of our show. With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Dum. O! shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ?

Arm. Holla! approach.
Kath. Not so, my lord. A twelvemonth and a day | Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moth, COSTARD,
I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say:

and others. Come when the king doth to my lady come, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. the one maintained by the owl, the other by the

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.
Long. Wbat says Maria ?

At the twelvemonth's end, Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

And lady-smocks all silver-white,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Mar. The liker you: few taller are so young.

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress look on me:
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,

Mocks married men, for thus sings he ;
What humble suit attends thy answer there ;

Impose some service on me for thy love.

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear!
Ros. Oft 2 had I heard of you, my lord Biron,

Unpleasing to a married ear.
Before I saw you, and the world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;

When shepherds pipe on oaten straus,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
Which you on all estates will 3 exercise,

When turtles (read, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks, * Bombast originally signified' a soft loose stuff, used to twell garments. Reckop; regard.- Clothing.

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