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Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?-- But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
Ros. I would, you knew : Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ?
An if my face were but as fair as yours, Hol. We attend.
My favour were as great; be witness this. Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an an- Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón : tick. I beseech you, follow.
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken I were the fairest goddess on the ground: no word all this while.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. 0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
Prin. Any thing like? Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. them dance the hay.
Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die away.
My red dominical, my golden letter: SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Before 0, that your face were not so full of O's! the Princess's pavilion.
Kath. A pox of that jest ! and beshrew all
shrows ! Enter the Princess, KATHARINE, Rosaline,
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair and MARIA.
Dumain? Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we Kath. Madam, this glove. depart,
Prin. Did he not send you twain ? If fairings come thus plentifully in:
Kath. Yes, madam ; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover :
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent LonPrin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in gaville; rhyme,
The letter is too long by half a mile. As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all ;
heart, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. The chain were longer, and the letter short? Ros. That was the way to make his god-head Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might newax;
ver part. For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mockRos. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he ing so. kill'd your sister.
That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; O, that I knew he were but in by the week! And so she died : had she been light, like you, How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek; Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, And wait the season, and observe the times, She might have been a grandam ere she died : And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes; And so may you ; for a light heart lives long. And shape his service wholly to my behests ; Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of And make him proud to make me proud that jests! this light word ?
So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning Prin. None are so surely caught, when they out.
are catch'd, Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it insnuff; As wit turn’d fool: folly, in wisdom hatch’d, Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school ; Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. dark.
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. excess, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore As gravity's revolt to wantonness. light.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Kath. You weigh me not,-0,
As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; not for me.
Since all the power thereof it doth apply, Ros. Great reason ; for, Past cure is still past To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well
Enter BOYΣT. . play'd.
Prin. Here comes Boyet, andmirth is in his face.
Boyet. 0, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where's | And change you favours too; so shall your loves her grace?
Woo contrary, deceived by these removes. Prin. Thy news, Boyet ?
Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare !
in sight. Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Kath. But, in this changing, what is your inAgainst your peace: Lovedoth approach disguis'd, tent? Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd : Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs, Muster your wits ; stand in your own defence; They do it but in mocking merriment; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly
hence. And mock for mock is only my intent. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are their several counsels they unbosom shall they,
To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, Upon the next occasion that we meet, say.
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour; Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
foot : Toward that shade I might behöld addrest Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; The king and his companions : warily
But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speakAnd overheard what you shall overhear;
er's heart, That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. And quite divorce his memory from his part. Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, That well by heart hath conn'a his embassage : The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Action, and accent, did they teach him there ; There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erThus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear:
thrown; And ever and anon they made a doubt, To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Presence majestical would put him out; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see; And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
[Trumpets sound within. The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;
Boyet. The trumpet sounds;
be mask'd, the I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.
[The ladies mask. With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the shoulder ;
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DoMaking the bold wag by their praises bolder.
MAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Onerubb’d his elbow, thus; and feer’d, and swore, Musicians and Attendants. A better speech was never spoke before : Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Moth. Al hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come : Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well: Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
[The ladies turn their backs to him. With that, they all did tumble on the ground, That ever turn'd their backsto mortal views ! With such a zealous laughter, so profound, Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.
views! Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit Out
Boyet. True; out, indeed. Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparell’d Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, thus,
vouchsafe Like Muscovites, or Russians : as I guess, Not to behold Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Biron. Once to behold, rogue. And every one his love-feat will advance Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed Unto his several mistress; which they'll know eyes, -with your sun-beamed eyes By favours several, which they did bestow. Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ; Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. task'd :
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ;
me out. And not a man of them shall have the grace, Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
rogue. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear ; Ros. What would these strangers? know their And then the king will court thee for his dear : minds, Boyet: Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me if they do speak our language, 'tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes: So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.
Know what they would.
Boyet. What would you with the princess ? Ros. Only to part friends :Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visita- Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. tion.
King. More measure of this measure; be not Ros. What would they, say they?
nice. Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. Ros. Why, that they have ; and bid them so King. Prize you yourselves ; What buys your
company ? Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be Ros. Your absence only. gone.
King. That can never be. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and miles,
adieu ; To tread a measure with her on this grass. Twice to your visor, and half once to you ! Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more a mile,
chat. To tread a measure with you on this grass. Ros. In private then.
Ros. It is not so : ask them, how many inches King. I am best pleas'd with that. Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many,
[They converse apart. The measure then of one is easily told.
Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet Boyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd word with thee. miles,
Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar ; there is And many miles; the princess bids you tell,
three. How many inches do fill up one mile.
Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary so nice,) steps.
Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, Boyet. She hears herself.
dice! Ros. How many weary steps,
There's half a dozen sweets. Of many weary miles you have o’ergone,
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu ! Are number'd'in the travel of one mile? Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for Biron. One word in secret. you;
Prin. Let it not be sweet. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. That we may do it still without accompt.
Prin. Gall ! bitter, Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, Biron. Therefore meet. That we, like savages, may worship it.
[They converse apart. Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds a word? do!
Mar. Name it. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to Dum. Fair lady, shine
Mar. Say you so ? Fair lord, (Those clouds remov'd,) upon our wat’ry eyne. Take that for your fair lady.
Ros. O vain petitioner ! beg a greater matter ; Dum. Please it you,
[They converse apart. one change:
Kath. What, was your visor made without a Thou bid’st me beg ; this begging is not strange. tongue? Ros. Play, musick, then : nay, you must do Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. it soon.
Musick plays. Kath. O, for your reason ! quickly, sir ; I long. Not yet ;-no dance :thus change I like the Long. You have a double tongue within your
mask, King. Will you not dance ? How come you And would afford my speechless visor half. thus estrang’d?
Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not Ros. You took the moon at full; but now
veal a calf ? she's chang’d.
Long. A calf, fair lady? King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the Kath. No, a fair lord calf. man.
Long. Let's part the word. The musick plays ; vouchsafe some motion to it. Kath. No, I'll not be
half: Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. King. But your legs should do it.
Long: Look, how you butt yourself in these Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here
sharp mocks ! by chance,
Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. We'll not be nice : take hands ;-We will not Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do dance.
grow. King. Why take we hands then ?
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die.
Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their cry. [They converse apart.
bud: Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture
shown, As is the razor's edge invisible,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
Above the sense of sense : so sensible If they return in their own shapes to woo? Seemeth their conference; their conceits have Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, wings,
Let's mock them still, as well known, as disFleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, guis'd: swifter things.
Let us complain to them what fools were here, Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; off, break off.
And wonder, what they were ; and to what end Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, scoff!
And their rough carriage so ridiculous, King. Farewell, mad wenches ; you have sim- Should be presented at our tent to us. ple wits.
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at [Ereunt King, Lords, Moth, Musick, hand. and Attendants.
Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.- [Ereunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet
Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and breaths puff'd out.
Dumain, in their proper habits. Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross ; King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the fat, fat.
princess ? Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout ! Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your mas Will they not, think you, hang themselves to- jesty, night?
Command me any service to her thither? Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? King. That she vouchsafe me audience for This pert Birón was out of countenance quite.
one word. Ros. 0! they were all in lamentable cases ! Boyet. I will ; and so will she, I know, my The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.
[Erit. Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his peas ; sword :
And utters it again, when God doth please : No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. He is wit’s pedlar; and retails his wares Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs; heart;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, And trow you what he call’d me?
Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Kath. Yes, in good faith.
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: Prin. Go, sickness as thou art!
He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain sta- | That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ; tute-caps.
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, But will you hear the king is my love sworn. That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Prin. And quick Rirón hath plighted faith to In honourable terms; nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet; Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: This is the flower that smiles on every one, Immediately they will again be here
To show his teeth as white as whales bone: In their own shapes ; for it can never be, And consciences, that will not die in debt, They will digest this harsh indignity.
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin. Will they return ?
King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
heart, And leap for joy, though they are lame with | That put Armado's page out of his part!
blows; Therefore, change favours; and, when they re
Enter the Princess, usher’d by Boyet; Rosa. pair, Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
LINE, Maria, KATHARINE, and Attendants. Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what understood,
Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou Biron. I cannot give you less, now?
Ros. Which of the visors was it that you wore ! King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time Biron. Where? when? what visor ? why of day!
demand you this ? Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Ros. There, then, that visor ; that superfluKing. Construe my speeches better, if you
ous case, may.
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you King. We are descried : they'll mock us now leave.
downright. King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. Prin. Amaz'd, my lord ? Why looks your Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold highness sad? your vow:
Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. look you pale ? King. Rebuke me not for that which you pro- Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. voke ;
Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for The virtue of your eye must break my oath. perjury. Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you should Can any face of brass hold longer out?-have spoke;
Here stand í, lady; dart thy skill at me; For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
flout; As the unsullied lily, I protest,
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; A world of torments though I should endure, Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
I would not yield to be your house's guest : And I will wish thee never more to dance, So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, King. 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ;
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Nor never come in visor to my friend; Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; Norwoo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: We have had pastimes here, and pleasant Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, game;
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, A mess of Russians left us but of late.
Figures pedantical: these summer-flies King. How, madam ? Russians ?
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
I do forswear them : and I here protest, Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state. By this white glove, (how white the hand, Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so, my
God knows !) lord;
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd My lady, (to the manner of the days,)
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
And, to begin, wench, --so God help me, la ! We four, indeed, confronted here with four My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. In Russian habit : here they stay'd an hour,
Ros. Sans sans, I pray you. And talk'd apace ; and in that hour, my lord, Biron. Yet I have a trick They did not bless us with one happy word. Of the old rage :-Bear with me, I am sick; I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ; When they are thirsty, fools would fain have Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three ; drink.
They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Birom. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : sweet,
These lords are visited ; you are not free, Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. greet
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light : Your capacity
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. Is of that nature, that to your huge store
Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true, Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? poor.
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in you. my eye,
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Ros. But that you take what doth to you be
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. transgression Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. Some fair excuse. Ros. All the fool mine?
Prin. The fairest is confession. VOL. I.