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There's half a dozen sweets.

Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! Prin.

Seventh sweet, adieu! The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. Since you can cog*, I'll play no more with you. Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all snit. Biron. One word in secret.

Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his Prin. Let it not be sweet. sword ;

(mute. Biron. Thou griev'st my gall.

No puint t, quoth I; my, servant straight was Prin. Gall? bitter.

Kuth. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his Biron.

Therefore meet. And trow you, what he call'd me? [heart; [They converse apart. Prin.

Qualm, perhaps. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to Kuth. Yes, in good faith. Mar. Name it. (change a word ? Prin.

Go, sickness as thou art ! Dum. Fair lady,

Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain Mar. Say you so ? Fair lord,

statute-caps I. Take that for your fair lady.

But will you hear the king is my love Dum.

Please it you,

sworn. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.

Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith (They converse apart. to me.

(born. Kath. What, was your visor made without Kath. And Longaville was for my service a tongue ?

[ask. Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on Long. I know the reason, lady, why you tree.

[ear : Kath. O, for your reason ! quickly, sir; 1 Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give long:

[your mask, Immediately they will again be here Long. You have a double tongue within In their own shapes; for it can never be, And would afford my speechless visor half. They will digest ihis harsh indignity. Kuth. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not Prin. Will they return ? veal a calf?

Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Long. A calf, fair lady?

And leap for joy, though they are lame with Kath. No, a fair lord calf. blows:

[repair, Long. Let's part the word.

Therefore, change favours g; and, when they Kath.

No, I'll not be your half : Blow like sweet roses in this summer air. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

Prin. How blow? how blow? speak to be Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these understood.

[their bud: sharp mocks!

Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. Dismask’d, tbeir damask sweet commixture Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns shown,

(I die. Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Long. One word in private with you, ere Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall wedo, Kuth. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

you cry. [They converse upart. Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches advis'd,

(guis'd : are as keen

Let's mock them still, as well known, as dis. As is the razor's edge invisible,

Let us complain to them what fools were here, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless || gear;

Above the sense of sense : so sensible And wonder,what they were; and to what end Seemneth their conference; their conceits bave | Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely wings,

(swifter things. penn'd, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break Should be presented at our tent to us. off, break off.

(pure scoff! Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with at hand.

(land. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over simple wits.

[Exeunt Princess, Ros. KATH.& MAR. [Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, Music, Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and and Attendants.

DUMAIN, in their proper habits. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Musco. King. Faix sir, God save you! Where is vites.

the princess ?

(majesty, Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ? Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet Command me any service to her thither?

breaths puff'd vut. [gross; fat, fat. King. That she vouchsafe me audience for Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, one word, Prin. O poverty io wit, kingly-poor flout ! Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, Will they not, think you, hang theniselves to

(Exit. night?

Biron. Tbis fellow pecks op wit, as pigeons Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ?

peas; This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. And utters it again when God doth please : Falsify dice, lie. † A quibble on the French adverb of negation. I Better wits

may be found among citizens. Features, countenances. !| Upcouth.

do grow

my lord.

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He is wits' pedlar; and retails his wares And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, At wakes, and wassels *, meetings, markets, They did not bless us with one happy word. fairs;

[know, I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Have not the grace to grace it with such show. drink. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve ; Biron. This jest is dry to me Fair, gentle Had he been Adam, he bad tempted Eve :


[greet He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he, Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ; With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, By light we lose light : Your capacity That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Is of that nature, that to your huge store In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but A mean t most meanly ; and, in ushering,


(my eye, Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet; Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. This is the flower that smiles on every one, Ros. But that you take what doth to you To show his teeth as white as whales bone 1:

belong, And consciences, that will not die in debt, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with Ros. All the fool mine? my heart,


I cannot give you less. That put Armado's page out of his part ! Ros. Which of the visors wasit,that you wore? Enter the Princess, usher'd by BoYbT; Biron. Where? when? what visor? why ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and demand you this?

(case, Attendants.

Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. what'wert thou,

[now? King. We are descried : they'll mock us Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now downright. King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. of day!

Prin. Amazd, my lord? Why looks your Prin. Fair, in all bail, is foul, as I conceive. highness sad? [Why look you pale?King. Construe my speeches better, if you Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! may.

(leave. Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues King. We came to visit you; and purpose for perjury.

Can any face of brass hold longer out?-
To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me ;
Prin. This field shall hold me; and so bold Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a
your vow :


(rance; Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjürd men. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignoKing. Rebuke me not for that wbich you Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; provoke;

And I will wish thee never more to dance, The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Nor never more in Russian babit wait. Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, should have spoke;

Nor to the motion of a school boy's tongue ; For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Nor never come in visor to my friendl; Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: As the unsullied lily, I protest,

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, A world of torments though I should endure, Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,

I would not yield to be your house's guest : Figures pedantical; these summer-fies
So much I hate a breaking-cause to be Have blown me full of maggot ostentation :
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. I do forswear them : and I here protest,
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, By this white glove, (how white the hand,
Unseen, on visited, much to our shame.

God knows !)
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express’d

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :
A mess of Russians left us but of late. [game; And, to begin, wench,--so God hielp me, la - 1
King. How, madam ? Russians ?

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord; Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you, Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Biron.

Yet I have a trick Kos. Madam, speak true:- It is not so, my Of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick ; My lady, (to the manner of the days",) [lord; I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;In co gives undeserving praise. Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; We four, indeed, confronted here with four They are infected, in their hearts it lies; [eyes: In Russian babit: here they stay'd an hour, They have the plague, and caught it of your * Rustic merry-meetings. + The tenor in music. I The tooth of the horse whale, § After the fashion of the times. Mistress.



with you.

These lords are visited; you are not free, You put our page out : Go, you are allow'd;
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. Die when you will, a smock shall be your
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these shroud.
tokens to us.

(undo us. You leer upon me, do you.? there's an eye, Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to Wounds like a leaden sword. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, Boyet.

Full merrily That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I

have done, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as

intend. (end.

Enter CoSTARD. Birun Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an | Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Soine fair excuse.

(transgression Whether the three worthies shall comein,or no. Prin.

The fairest is confession. Biron, What, are there but three? Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ? Cost.

No, sir; but it is vara fine, King. Madam, I was.

For every one pursents three. Prin. And were you 'well advis'd ?

Biron. And three times thrice is nine. King. I was, fair inadam.

Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; 1 Prin.

When you then were here, hope, it is not so: What did you whisper in your lady's ear? You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; King. That more than all the world I did We know what we know : respect her.

(will reject her. I ope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Prin. When she shall challenge this, you


Is not nine. King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where Prin. Peace, peace, forbear; until it doth amount.

[for nine. Your oath once broke, you force * not to for. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes swear.

(of mine.

Cost. O Lord ! sir, it were pity you should King. Despise me, when I break this oath get your living by reckoning, sir. Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-- Rosaline,

Biron. How much is it? What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Cost. O Lord ! sir, the parties themselves,

Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth As precious eye-sight; and did valne me (dear amount : for my own part, I am, as they say, Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, but to parfect one man,-e'en one poor man; That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Pompion the great, sir.

Prin. God give thee joy of hini! the noble Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? Most honourably doth uphold his word. [lord Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy

King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my of Pompion the great : for mine own part, I I never swore this lady such an oath. (troth, know not the degree of the worthy; but I am

Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it to stand for him. You gave ine this: but take it, sir, again. (plain,

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. King. My faith, and this, the princess I did Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. (give;

take some care.

[Erit COSTARD. Prin.Pardon me,sir, this jewel did she wear; King. Biron, they will shame us, let them And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :

not approach ['tis some policy What; will you have me, or your pearl again? Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and

Biron. Neither of either;Iremit both twain. To have one show worse than the king's and his I see the triek on't;-Here was a consentt, King. I say, they shall not come. [company. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule To dash it like a Christmas comedy: (zany , you now;

(how: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight That sport best pleases, that doth least know Some muinble-news, some trencher-knight, Where zeal strives to content, and the contents some Dick,

(the trick Die in the zeal of them which it presents, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows Their form confounded makes most form in To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,- mirth;

{birth. Told our intents before: which once disclos’d, When great things labouring perish in their The ladies did change favours ; and then we, Biron. A right description of our sport, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

Enter ARMADO. We are again forsworn; in will, and error. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense Much upon this it is :- And might not you, of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace

(To Boyet. of words. LARM, converses with the King, Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

and delivers him a paper. Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire ș,

Prin. Doth this man serve God? And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Biron. Why ask you?

(making And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey Make no difficulty. + Conspiracy Buffoon.


my lord.


monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is Cost. O, sir, (TO NATA.) you have overexceeding fantastical'; too, too vain; too, too thrown Alisander the conqueror! You wilt vain : But we will put it, as they say, to for- be scraped out of the painted cloth for this : tuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a mind, most royal couplement! [Frit Arn. close-stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be

King. Here is like to be a good presence the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard of worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate, (Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you ; Alexander; Armado's page, Hercnles; the a foolish mild man; an honest man, look yon, pedant, Judas Machabæus.

(thrive, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good And if these four worthies in their first show neighbour, insooth ; and a very good bowler : = These four will change habits, and present the but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a ! other five.

little o'erparted:- But there are worthies a comBiron. There is five in the first show. ing will speak their mind in some other sort. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so,

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge. Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, anu priest, the fool, and the boy :


Moru arm'd, for Hercules. Abate a throw at novum *; and the whole world Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this Cannot prickt out five such, take each one imp,

[headed canus ; in his vein,

(comes a main. Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that threeKing. The ship is under sail, and here she And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

[Seats brought for the King, Prin:&c. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:

Pageant of the Nine Worthies. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority; Enter Costard armert, for Pompey. Ergo, I come with this apology. Cost. I Pompey am,

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. Boyet.

Yon lie, you are not he. Hol. Judas I am, - .[Erit Moth. Cost. I Pompey am,

Dum. A Judas!
Boyet. With libbard's head on knee. Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.-
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs Judas I am, ycleped Machabaus.

be friends with thee. (the big, Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd Biron. A kissing traitor:

-How art thon Dum. The great.

[the great ;
Hol. Judas I

am; - (prov'd Judas? Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd Dum. The more shame for you, Judas. That oft in field,

with targe and shield, did Hol. What mean you, sir? make my foe to sweat :

Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.. And, travelling along this coast, I here am Hot. Begin, sir; you are my elder. come by chance ;

Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd And lay my arms before the legs of this on an elder. sweet lass of France.

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pom-, Biron. Because thou hast no face. pey, I had done.

Hol. What is this? Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. Boyet. A cittern head.

Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, Dum. The head of a bodkin. I was perfect; I made a little fault in, great, Biron. A death's face in a sing. [Seen. Biron. My hat 'to a halfpenny, Pompéy

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce proves the best worthy.

Boyet. The pummel of. Cæsar's falchion. Enter NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. * Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask I. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.. the world's commander;

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. By east, west, north, and south, I spread Biron. Ay, ayd worn in the cap of a toothmy conquering might : [Alisander. drawer :

(countenance. My'scutcheon plain declares, that I am And now, forward; for we have put thee in Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. it stands too right.

Biron. False; we have given thee faces. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Hol. But you have out.fac'd them all. tender-smelling knight.

Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so, Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: proceed Boyet. Therefore, as he iş, anass, let him go. good Alexander.

And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was

Dum. For the latter end of his name. (stay? the world's commander ;

Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, him :-Jud-as, away, (humble. Biron. Pompey the great, (Alisander. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not Cost.

Your servant, and Costard. Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas; it grows Biron. Take away the conqueror, take dark, he may stumble. (been baited! away Alisander.

Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, bow hath he • A game with dice.

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Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector. Dum, Hector will challenge him, Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles : here comes Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood Hector in arms.

in's belly than will sup a flea. Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. I will now be merry.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a King. Hector was bat a Trojan in respect northern mant; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword: of this.

pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Boyet. But is this Hector ?

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean- Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. timber'd.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonDum. More calf, certain.

hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is unBoyet. No; he is best indued in the small. casing for the combat? What mean you ? yon Biron. This cannot be Hector.

will lose your reputation. Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; makes faces.

(the almighty, I will not combat in my shirt. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances * Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Gave Hector a gift,

made the challenge. Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Biron. A lemon.

Biron. What reason have you for't? Long. Stuck with cloves.

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no Dum. No, cloven.

shirt; I go woolwardý for penance, Arm, Peace.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in The armipotent Mars,of tances the almighty, Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ; sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Ja. A man so breath'd, that certain he would quepetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, fight, yea

for a favour. From morn till night, out of his pavilion.

Enter Mercade. I am that flower,

Mer. God save you, madam!
Dum. That mint.

Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
That columbine.

But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville,rein thy tongue. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for bring, it runs against Hector.

Is heavy in my tongne. The king your fatherDum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound: Prin. Dead, for my life.

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rot. Mer. Even so; my tale is told. ten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins buried; when he breathed, he was a man- to cloud. But I will forward with my device: Sweet Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free royalty, (to the Prin.) bestow on me the breath : I have seen the day of wrong through sense of hearing. (BIRON whispers Cost. the little hole of discretion, and I will right Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. delighted.

King. How fares yonr majesty? Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, Düm. He may not by the yard. [nibal,- stay.

(lords, Arm. This Hector far surmounted Han- Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, is gone; she is two months on her way, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe Arm. What meanest thou ?

In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Tro- The liberal opposition of our spirits : jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; If over boldly we have borne ourselves the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. In the converse of breath, your gentleness Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among po- Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord ! tentates? thou shalt die.

A heavy heart bears not an humble tongne : Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, For my great suit so easily obtain'd. for Pompey that is dead by him.

King. The extreine parts of time extremely Dum. Most rare Pompey!

All causes to the purpose of his speed; (form Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

And often, at his very loose, decides Biron. Greater than great, great, great, That which long process could not arbitrate: great Pompey! Pompey the huge!

And though the morning brow of progeny Dum. Hector trembles.

Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, Biron. Pompey is mov'd:- More Atest, The holy suit which fain it would convince; more Ates; stir them on stir them on! Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, • Lance-men. + Até was the goddess of discord.

A clown. $ Clothed in wool, without linen. | Free to excess.

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