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Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ? Boyet. Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I King. I was, fair madam.
have done. Prin. When you then were here, What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
Enter CostaRD. King. That more than all the world I did re- Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. reject her.
Biron, What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cost. No, sir; but it is vara fine, Prin. Peace, peace, forbear ;
For every one pursents three. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Biron. And three times thrice is nine. King. Despise me, when I break this oath of Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I mine.
hope it is not so: Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosa- You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir ; line,
we know what we know: What did the Russian whisper in your ear? I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir, Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me Biron. Is not nine. dear
Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereAs precious eye-sight; and did value me until it doth amount. Above this world: adding thereto, moreover, Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes That he would wed me, or else die my lover. for nine.
Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get Most honourably doth uphold his word. your living by reckoning, sir. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, Biron. How much is it?
Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the I never swore this lady such an oath.
actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it for my own part, I am, as they say, but to para plain,
fect one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion You gave me this : but take it, sir, again. the great, sir.
King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Cost. It pleased them to think me worthy of Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :- not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand What; will you have me, or your pearl again ? for him.
Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.- Biron. Go, bid them prepare. I see the trick on't ;-—Here was a consent Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,)
take some care.
[Erit Costard. To dash it like a Christmas comedy :
King. Birón, they will shame us, let them Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight not approach. zany,
Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some 'tis some policy Dick,
To have one show worse than the king's and his That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the company. trick
King. I say, they shall not come. To make my lady laugh, when she’s dispos’d, — Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule Told our intents before: which once disclos'd,
you now; The ladies did change favours; and then we, That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Now, to our perjury to add more terror, Die in the zeal of them which it presents, We are again forsworn; in will, and error. Their form confounded makes most form in Much upon this it is :- And might not you,
[Tó Boyet. When great things labouring perish in their birth. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Biron. A right description of our sport, my Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
lord. And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Enter ARMADO. Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd ; of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Die when you will, a smock shall be yourshrowd. of words. [Armado converses with the King, You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
and delivers him a paper.] Wounds like a leaden sword.
Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron. Why ask you?
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's ma- it stands too right. king.
Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this most Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey tender-smelling knight. monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is Prin. The conqueror is dismay’d: Proceed, exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too good Alexander. vain : But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was della guerra. I wish you the peace
world's commander; most royal couplement! [Exit Armado. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were só, King. Here is like to be a good presence of
Alisander. worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Biron. Pompey the great, swain, Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Cost. Your servant, and Costárd. Alexander ; Armado's page, Hercules ; the pe- Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away dant, Judas Machabæus.
Alisander. And if these four worthies in their first show Cost. O sir, [To Nathaniel.) you have overthrive,
thrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be These four will change habits, and present the scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your other five.
lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a closeBiron. There is five in the first show. stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be the King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.
ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard to speak! Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge- run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] priest, the fool, and the boy :
There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man; Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He again,
is a marvellous good neighbour, in sooth; and Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his a very good bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, vein.
you see, how 'tis ;-a little o’erparted :-But King. The ship is under sail, and here she there are worthies a-coming will speak their comes amain.
mind in some other sort. [Seats brought for the King, Princess, c. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Enter Holofernes arm’d, for Judas, and MOTA
arm’d, for Hercules. Enter Costard arm'd, for Pompey. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Cost. I Pompey am,
Whose club killd Cerberus, that three-heada Boyet. You lie, you are not he.
ed canus ; Cost. I Pompey am,
And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Boyet. With libbard's head on knee.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs Quoniam, he seemeth in minority; be friends with thee.
Ergo, I come with this apology.-
[Exit Moth. Cost. It is great, sir :-Pompey surnam'd the Hol. Judas I am, great ;
Dum. A Judas! That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.my foe to sweat :
Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus. And travelling along this coast, I here am come Dum. Judas Machabæus clept, is plain Judas. by chance ;
Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass prov'd Judas? of France.
Hol. Judas I am, If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I Dum. The more shame for you, Judas. had done.
Hol. What mean you, sir? Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Boyet. To make Judas hang himself. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth : but, I hope, Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. I was perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Biron. Well follow'd : Judas was hanged on Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves
Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Boyet. A cittern head.
Dum. The head of a bodkin. By east, west, north, and south, I spread my Biron. A death's face in a ring. conquering might;
Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce My'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. seen.
the best worthy.
Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. forward with my device: Sweet royalty, [To Biron. St George's half-cheek in a brooch. the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearDum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
[Biron whispers Costard. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth- Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much dedrawer :
lighted. And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun- Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Hol. You have put me out of countenance. Dum. He may not by the yard. Biron. False; we have given thee faces. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Hol. But you have outfac'd them all.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.gone ; she is two months on her way,
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Arm. What meanest thou ? And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Tro
jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; Dum. For the latter end of his name, the child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him :
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potene
tates ? thou shalt die. Hol. This
not' generous, not gentle, not Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd for Jahumble.
quenetta that is quick by him ; and hang’d, for Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows Pompey that is dead by him. dark, he may stumble.
Dum. Most rare Pompey! Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he Boyet. Renowned Pompey! been baited!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great
Pompey! Pompey the huge!
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd:-More Ates, more Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Ates; stir them on! stir them on! Hector in arms.
Dum. Hector will challenge him. Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood I will now be merry.
in's belly than will sup a flea. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. this.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northBoyet. But is this Hector?
ern man ; I'll flash; I'll do it by the sword:Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean tim- | I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. ber'd.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Long. His leg is too big for Hector."
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Dum. More calf, certain.
Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Boyet. No; he is best endued in the small. Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Biron. This cannot be Hector.
lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes the combat? What mean you ? you will lose faces.
your reputation. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the al- Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; prighty,
will not combat in my shirt. Gave Hector a gift,
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
made the challenge. Biron. A lemon.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Long. Stuck with cloves.
Biron. What reason have you for't ? Dum. No, cloven.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no Arm. Peace!
shirt; I go woolward for penance. The armi potent Mars, of lances the almighty, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; Rome for want of linen; since when, I'll be A man so breath’d, that certain he would fight, yea sworn, "he wore none, but a dish-clout of Ja
From morn till night, out of his pavilion. quenetta's ; and that 'a wears next his heart, I am that flower,
for a favour. Dum. That mint. Long. That columbine.
Enter MERCADE. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue,
Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Mer. God save you, madam! runs against Hector.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : bring,
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- To those, that make us both,-fair ladies, you : Prin. Dead, for my life.
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of cloud.
love; Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free Your favours, the embassadors of love ; breath: I have seen the day of wrong through And, in our maiden council, rated them the little hole of discretion, and I will right my- At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, self like a soldier.
[Exeunt Worthies. As bombast, and as lining to the time: King. How fares your majesty ?
But more devout than this, in our respects,
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, The liberal opposition of our spirits :
Grant us your loves. If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
Prin. Å time, methinks, too short In the converse of breath, your gentleness To make a world-without-end bargain in: Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord ! No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this,Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks If for my love (as there is no such cause) For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
You will do aught, this shall you do for me: King. The extreme parts of time extremely Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed form
To some forlorn and naked hermitage, All causes to the purpose of his speed;
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ; And often, at his very loose, decides
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs That, which long process could not arbitrate : Have brought about their annual reckoning : And though the mourning brow of progeny If this austere insociable life Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Change not your offer, made in heat of blood; The holy suit, which fain it would convince ; It' frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
But that it bear this trial, and last love; From what it purpos’d; since, to wail friends Then, at the expiration of the year, lost,
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are My woeful self up in a mourning house ; double.
Raining the tears of lamentation Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear For the remembrance of my father's death. of grief;
If this thou do deny, let our hands part; And by these badges understand the king. Neither intitled in the other's heart. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, ladies,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humours Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Biron. And what to me, my love, and what And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
to me? As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Ros. You must be purged too, your
sins are All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, You are attaint with faults and perjury; Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, Το every varied object in his glance :
But seek the weary beds of people sick. Which party-coated presence of loose love Dum. But what to me, my love? but what Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
to me? Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Kath. A wife !-A beard, fair health, and hoThose heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, nesty; Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Our love being yours, the error that love makes Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, Kath. Not so, my lord ;- twelvemonth and By being once false for ever to be true
I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say:
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take again.
leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to JaqueLong. What says Maria ?
netta to hold the plough for her sweet love three Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. hear the dialogue that the two learned men have Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuekoo? is long.
it should have followed in the end of our show. Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress look on me, Arm. Holla! approach.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moth, Cose Impose some service on me for thy love.
TARD, and others.
And lady-smocks all silver white, With groaning wretches ; and your task shall be,
And cuckoo buds of yellow hue, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
Do paint the meadows with delight, To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
The cuckoo then, on every tree, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, of death ?
Cuckoo; It cannot be ; it is impossible:
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straus, A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
And merry larks are ploughmen's of him that hears it, never in the tongue
clocks, Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and Deafʼd with theclamours of their own dear groans,
daws, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
And mandens bleach their summer And I will have you, and that fault withal ;
smocks, But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
The cuckoo then, on every tree, And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Right joyful of your reformation.
Cuckoo; Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, befal,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
[To the King King. No, madam: we will bring you on Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, your way.
And Dick the shepherd blows his Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old
And Tom bears logs into the hall, Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy
And milk comes frozen home in pail
, Might well have made our sport a comedy.
When blood is nippd, and ways be foul, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and
Then nightly sings the staring owl, a day,
To-who; And then 'twill end.
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, Birọn. That's too long for a play.
While greasy Joan doth keel the poto