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Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap :-I'faith secrets.King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives

not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote

The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright

Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory through thy grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper ; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?

[Steps aside.

Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear, Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appear!

[Aside. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.

[ Aside,

King. In love, I hope; Sweet fellowship in shame!

[Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name,

[Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not

by two, that I know : Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.

Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to


O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Biron. [Aside.] O, rhymes are guards on wanton

Cupid's hose:
Disfigure not his slop.

This same shall go.

[He reads the sonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;

Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is :

Then thou, fạir sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalost this vapour vow; in thee it is :

If broken then, it is no fault of mine If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise ?

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Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes

flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'the


Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this ?--Company! stay.

[Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant

play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my

Dumain transform’d: four woodcocks in a dish!

Dum, O most divine Kate !
O most prophane coxcomb!

[Aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth she is but corporal; there you lie.

[Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber

coted.'! Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.

[Aside. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Biron.

Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.

[Aside. As fair as day.


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Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.

[Aside. Dum. O that I had


wish! Long.

And I had mine!

[Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord ! [Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good word ?

Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then in-

Would let her out in saucers ; Sweet misprision !

[Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have

writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.

(Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the relvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks máy blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But alack, my hand is sworn,
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorą:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet,

Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee :
Thou for whom even Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiop were ;
And deny himself for Jove,

Turning mortal for thy love.
This will I send; and something else more plain,
That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Were lovers too ! Ill, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
For none offend, where all alike do dote,
Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from

That in love's grief desir'st society :
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush ; as his

your case is such ;
You chide at him, offending twice as much :
You do not love Maria ; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile ;
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
And mark'd you both, and for


both did blush. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion; ; Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's


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