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SCENE III - Another part of the sana. Enter These numbers will I tcar, and write in prose. Biron, with a paper.

Biron. (Aside.), 0, rhymes are guards on wanton

Cupid's hose : Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am Long.

This same snall go.toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles ; defile!' a foul

(He reads the sonnei. word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool.

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad Persuade my heart to this false perjury? 18 Ajax: it kills sheep ; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! I will not love: A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,

Vows, for thee broke, deserre nol punishment. I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. 0, but her eye,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her: My row was earlhly, thou á heavenly love ; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the

Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me. world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, ! Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doch be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and shine, here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my Erhalst this vapour vow ; in thee it is : sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it

, is broken then, il is no fault of mine; and the lady hath it : sweet clown, sweeter fool, if by me broke, What fool is nol so wise, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a Yo lose an oath to win a paradise ? pin if the other three were in: Here comes one Biron. (Aside.). This is the liver vein, which with a paper; God give him grace to groan!

makes flesh a deity; [Gets up into a tree. A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. Enter the King, with a paper.

God amend us, God amend ! we are much out o' King. Ah me!

Biron. (Aside.] Shot, by heaven !-Proceed, Enter Dumain, with a paper. sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:-l'faith secrets.

Long. By whom shall I send this ?--Company! stay.

(Stepping aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun

Biron. (Aside.] All bid, all hid, an old infant gives not

play : To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, As thy (ye-beams, then their fresh

rays have smote And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o’er-eyc. The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish!

Through the transparent bosom of the deep, Dum. O most divine Kate!
As doch lhy face through tears of mine give light; Biron. O most profane coxcomb! (Aside

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you So ridest thou triumphing in my wo:


(Aside. Do but behold the tears thał swell in me,

Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief will show :

coted. But do not love thyself; then thou will keep

Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

(Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel !

Dhim. As upright as the cedar. No thought can think, nor longue of mortal tell. Biron.

Stoop, I say; How shall she know my grief ? I'll drop the paper; Her shoulder is with child.

(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes

here Drem.

As fair as day. (Steps aside.

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

(Aside. Enler Longaville, with a paper.

Dum. O that I had my wish! What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Long.

And I had mine! (.Aside. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, King. And I mine too, good Lord ! (Aside. appear!


Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.

word ?

(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear

Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she ing papers.

Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope · Swee: fellowship in

Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then inci. shame!


sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name ? Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! (Aside.

(Aside Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?

Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I havo Biron. (Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; not

writ, by two, that I know :

Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of


(Aside. society,

Dum. On a day (alack the day!) The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim

Love, whose month is ever May, plicity.

Spied a blossom, passing fair, long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to

Playing in the wanlon air :

Through the velvel leaves the roind, sweet Maria, empress or my love!

All unseen, 'gan passage find;

That the lorer, sick to death, (11 Outstripped, surpassed.

Wish'd himself the heaven's breith,



Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow ; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
Nir, would I might triumph 80 !

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
Bul alack, my hand is sworn,

I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
Ne'er lo pluck thee from thy thorn : To break the vow I am engaged in ;
Voro, alack, for youth unmeet;

I am betrayed, by keeping company
Youth so ap! to pluck a sweel.

With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
Do not call it sin in me,

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme i That I am forsworn for thee :

Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time
Thou for whom even Jove would swear, In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
Juno bul an Ethiop were;

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
And deny himself for Jove,

A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
Turning mortal for thy love.-

A leg, a limb ?
This will I send; and something else more plain, King.

Soft; Whither away so fast! That shall express my true love's fasting pain. A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,

Biron. I post from love ; good lover, let me go Were lovers too! 11, lo example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain, [advancing.) thy love is far from King.

What present hast thou there? charity,

Cosi. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir'st society:


What makes treason here? V ju may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. l'o be o’erheard), and taken napping so.


If it iar noihing neither, King Come, sir, (advancing. ) you blush; as The treason, and you, go in peace away together. his your case is such;

Jaq. I bescech your grace, let this letter be read; You chede at him, offending twice as much: Our parson misdoubts it; 'lwas treason, he said. You do not love Maria ; Longaville

King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letler. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;

Where hadst thou it? Nor never lay his wreathed arms alhwart

Jaq. Or Costard. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.

King. Where hadst thou it ? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Cosi, or Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ; thou tear it ? Saw sighs reck from you, noted well your passion: Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace necds Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries ;

not fear it. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradisc break faith and troth;

let's hear it.

(To Long. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.

(Picks up the pieces. (To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson löggerhead, [To CosWhat will Biron say, when that he shall hear

tard.) you were born to do me shame. A faith infring'd, which such a zcal did swear? Guilty, my lord, guilly; I conless, I confess. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? King. What How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Birin. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For all the wealth ihat ever I did see,

make up the mess :
I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my licge, and I,

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

(Descends from the tree. Dum. Now the number is even. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron.

True, true; we are four :These worms for loving, that art most in love? Will these turtles be gone? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King.

Hence, sirs, away. There is no certain princess that appears :

Cosl. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing;

(Ereunt Cost, and Jaq. Tush, nonc bui minstrels like of sonneting.

Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, ( let us croBut are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

brace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king your mote did see; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his facr; But I a beam do find in each of three,

Young blood will not obey an old decree: (), what a scene of foolery I have seen,

We cannot cross the causc why we were born; of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!' Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have I sat, King. What, did these rent lines show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!

love of thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,

Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees ine And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,

heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And critic? Timon laugh at idle toys !

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy grier, Otell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ? Kisses the base ground with obedient breast i And where my liege's ? all about the breast:- What peremptory eagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.

That is not blinded by her majesty ?

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd then (1) Grief. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself. now?

tors stay:

My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Long. O, some authority now to proceed,

She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Some tricks, some quillets, how to beat the devil. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Dum. Some salve for perjury. 0, but for my love, day would turn to night! Biron.

0, "lis more than need! or all complexions the cull'd sovereignty. Have at you then, affection's men at arms :

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Consider, what you first did swear unto ;Where several worthies make one dignity; To fast, -to study,- and to see no woman ;Where nothing wants, that want itself doth Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. seek.

Say, can you fast ? your stomachs are too young; wend me the flourish of all gentle tongues, - And abstinence engenders maladies.

Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it not : And where that you have vowed to study, lowls, To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; In that each of you hath forsworn his book : She passes praise; then praise too short doth Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? blot.

For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Have found the ground of study's excellence,

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Without the beauty of a woman's face? Beauty doth varnish age, as is new-born, From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;

And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. They are the ground, the books, the académes, 0, 'lis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fira King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Why, universal plodding prisons up Birm. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! The nimble spirits in the arteries; A wife of such wood were felicity.

As motion, and long-during action, tires 0, who can give an oath? where is a book ? The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, Ir that she learn not of her eye to look:

You have in that forsworn the use of eyes ;
No face is fair, that is not full so black. And study too, the causer of your vow:
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, For where is any author in the world,

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. Learning is but an adjunct to oursell,
Biron, Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits And where we are, our learning likewise is.
of light.

Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, n, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, Do we not likewise see our learning there?

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, O, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Should ravish doters with a false aspéct; And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

And therefore is she born to make black fair. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Her favour turns the fashion of the days; In leaden contemplation, have found out

For native blood is counted painting now; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain; Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers And therefore finding barren practisers, black.

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted But love, first learned in a lady's eves, bright.

Lives not alone immured in the brain; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But with the motion of all clements, crack.

Courses as swift as thought in every power, Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is And gives to every power a double power, light,

Above their functions and their offices. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, It adds a precious seeing to the cre ;

For fear thcir colours should be wash'd away. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; King. 'T were good, yours did ; for, sir, to tell A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, you plain,

When the suspicious head of the is stopp'd ; I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; here,

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste King. No devil will fright thee then so much as For valour, is not love a Hercules, she.

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Drum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; face see.

(Showing his shoe. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Biron. O, if the strects were paved with thinc Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. eyes,

Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upwardo, then his lines would ravish savage ears, Ties

And plant in tyrants mild humility. The street should see as she walk'd over From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : head.

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? They are the books, the arts, the académes, Biron. O, nothing so sure ; and thereby all for- That show, contain, and nourish all the world ;

Else, none at all in 'aught proves excellent: King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, Then fools you were these women to forswear; now prove

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love: enim. Ay, marry, there ;-some flattery for this evil.

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Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; Hol. Bone ?—hme, für bruè: Priscian a httle
Or for men's sakc, the author's of these women; scratch'd ; 'twill serve.
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men;
Let us once lose our oaths, to find uurselves,

Enler Armado, Moil, and Costard.
Or else we lose ourselves to kecp our oaths : Nath. Videsne quis venit ?
It is religion to be thus forsworn :

Hol. Video, et gandeo.
For charity itself fulfils the law;

Arin. Chirra!

(To Moti. And who can sever love from charity ?

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah ? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. field !

Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Moth. They have been at a great feast of lari. lords;

guages, and stolen the scraps. (To Costard aside. Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket In conflict that you get the sun of them.

of words! I 'marvel, thy master hath not eaten Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by : thee for a word ; for' thou art not so long by the Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier

King. And win them too: therefore let us devise swallowed than a flap-dragon. Some entertainment for them in their tents.

Moth. Peace; the peal begins. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them

Arm. Monsieur, (To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? thither ;

Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook:Then, homeward every man attach the hand What is a, b, spelt backward, with a horn on his OC his fair mistress : in the afternoon

head ? We will with some strange pastime solace them, Hol. Ba, puerilia, with a horn added. Such as the shortness of the time can shape; Moth. Ba, most silly sheer, with a horn :-Yoo For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, hear his learning Fore-run fair love, strewing her way with flowers. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant ?

Vinto Arvay, away! no time shall be omitted, Moth. The Third of the five yowels, if you re Ima wou ve time, and may by us be fitted.

peat them; or the filth, if I. Biron. Allons !' Allons ! -Sow'd cockle reapd Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, corn ;

Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; And justice always whirls in cqual measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterra If so, our copper buys no better treasure.

neum, 2 sweet touch,' a quick renew of wit : snip, (Exeunt. snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intelleet:

true wit

Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which ACT V.

is wit-old.

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ? SCENE I. Another part of the same.

Enter Moth. Horns. Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.

Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip

thy gig. Hol. Salis quod sufficit.

Molk. Lend me your horn to make one, and I Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons will whip about your infamy circùm circà; A gig at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea- of a cuckold's horn! sant without scurrility, witty without affection, Cosl. An I had but one penny in the world, audacious without impudency, learned without thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, opinion, and strange without heresy. ! did con- there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, verse this quondam day with a companion of the thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg ol king's, whu is intituled, nominated, or called, nanlurretion. o, an the heavens were so pleased, that Adriano de Armado.

thou wert but my bastard ! what a joyful father Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour would'st thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say: his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his gene- Hol. O, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for unral behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical." guem. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. from the barbarous. Do you n't educate youth at Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?

[Takes out his lable-book. Hol. Or, mons, the hill. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity Arm. Af your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Hol. I do, sans question. Canalical phantasms, such insociable and point-de-Arm. Sir, it is the king's most swoet pleasure vises companions ; such rackers of orthography, as and affection, to congratulate the princess at her to speak, dout, fine, when he should say doubt ; pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t;rude multitude call the afternoon. not d, e, t: he clepeth a call, cauf; hall, haur Hol ane posterior of the day, most generous neighbour, vocatur, nebour ; neigh, abbreviated, sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the ne : This is abhominable (which he would call afternoon: the word is well culld, chose ; sweet abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. intelligis do nine ? to make frantic, lunatic. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

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For what is inward between us, let it pass :-1 doPrin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love ir: beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech

rhyme thee, apparel thy head; and among other importu- As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, nate and most serious designs, -and of great im- Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all ; port, indeed, too ;-but let that pass :- for I must That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. iell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) Ros. That was the way to make his god lead sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with wax;' his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement, For he hath

been five thousand years a boy. with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that pass. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. By the world, I recount no fable ; some certain Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart your sister. to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; geen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of And so she died: had she been light, like you, all is,-but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,- of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, that the king would have me present the princess, She might have been a grandam ere she died : sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or And so may you; for a light heart lives long. show, or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, or th: understanding that the curate and your sweet selt, light word ? are good at such cruptions, and sudden breaking Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. iut of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you Ros. We need more light to find your meaning withal, to the end to crave your assistance.

out. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;' worthies. -Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. Sertainment of time, some show in the posterior of Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. this day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. and learned gentleman,-before the princess ; Í Kath. You weigh me not,--0, that's, you care not say, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.

Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough Ros. Great reason ; for, Past cure is still past care. to present them?

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant But Rosaline, you have a favour too: gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because Who sent it? and what is it? of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the


I would, you knew. great; the page, Hercules.

An if my face were but as fair as yours, Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity My favour were as great; be witness this. enough for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón: as the end of his club.

The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present ! were the fairest goddess on the ground; Hercules in minority; his enter and exil shall be I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. strangling a snake ; and I will have an apology for o, he hath drawn my picture in his letter ! that purpose.

Prin. Any thing like? Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules ! Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. novo thou crusheth the snake! that is the way to Kath. Fair as text B in a copy-book. make an offence gracious; though few have the Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not dic your grace to do it.

debtor, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?

My red dominical, my golden letter : Hol. I will play three myself.

o's! Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman !

Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?

Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du Hol. We attend.

main ? Arm. We will have, if this fadge* not, an antic. Kath. Madam, this glove. I beseech you, follow.


Did he not send you twain ! Hol. Vía, good man Dull! thou has spoken no Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover, word all this while.

Some thousand verses of a faithful lover :
Dall. Nor understood none neither, sir. A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Hol. Allons ! we will employ thee.

Vilely compil’d, profound simplicity. Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will Mar. This, and these pearls, lo me sent Longa piay on the labor to the worthies, and let them

ville; dance the hay:

The letter is too long by half a mile. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish is

(Ercunt. heart,

The chain were longer, and the letter short ? SCEVE II. Another part of the same. Before Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might neres

the l'rincess's Pavilion. Enter the Princess, part. Kathrine, Rosaline, and Maria.


We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we deparl, That same Birón I'll torture cre I go.

Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so If fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady walled about with diamonds !

0, that I knew he were but in by the week! Look you, what I have from the loving king.

How would I make him fawn, and beg, and seek, Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? And wait the season, and observe the times,

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; (1) Confidential. (2) Beard. (3) Chick. (4) Suit. (5) Courage.

(6) Grow. |(7) Formerly a term of endearment. (8) In anger

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