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LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.

Act V. Scene 2.

THE NINE WORTHIES.

One of the pleasant conceits of the King and courtiers of Navarre is here represented from the brush of a celebrated painter, Hillingford, who had aptly caught the light and bantering spirit of the text.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

*Blunt.

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ACT I. SCENE I. The king of Navarre's park. Enter FERDINAND, king of NAVARRE, BIRON,

LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their

lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate* his scythe's keen

edge. And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors,-for so you are, That war against your own affections And the huge army of the world's desires,Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me My fellow-scholars and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here: Your oaths are pass'd and now subscribe your

names, That his own hand may strike his honour down That violates the smallest branch herein: If you are arm’d to do as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too. Long. I am resolved; 'tis but a three years'

fast: The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:

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The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; 31
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation over;
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
That is, to live and study here three years.
But there are other strict observances;
As, not to see a woman in that term,
Which I hope well is not enrolled there;
And one day in a week to touch no food
And but one meal on every day beside,

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The which I hope is not enrolled these;
And then, to sleep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day-
When I was wont to think no harm all night
And make a dark night too of half the day-
Which I hope well is not enrolled there:
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep,
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep!
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from

these. Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please:

50 I only swore to study with your grace And stay here in your court for three years' space. Long. You

to that, Biron, and to the rest. Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore

in jest What is the end of study ? let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we

should not know. Biron. Things hid and barr’d, you mean,

from common sense? King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.

Biron. Come on, then; I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know: 60 As thus,—to study where I well may dine,

When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,

When mistresses from conimon sense are hid; Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,

Swore

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