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Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ?
The. She will find him by star-light.--Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
Enter THISBE. Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.
Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
This. “ Asleep, my love ?
“ What, dead, my dove ? “O Pyramus, arise,
• Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb “ Must cover thy sweet eyes.
“ These lily brows,
“ This cherry nose, “ These yellow cowslip cheeks,
“ Are gone, are gone:
“ Lovers, make moan ! " His eyes were green as leeks.
“ ( sisters three,
« Come, come, to me, “ With hands as pale as milk;
· Lay them in gore,
“Since you have shore “ With shears his thread of silk.
“ Tongue, not a word :
“ Come, trusty sword; “Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
And farewell, friends ;
“ Thus Thisbe ends : “ Adieu, adicu, adieu."
[Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too.
Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company ?
The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.
[Here a dance of Clowns.
And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task fordone."
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide:
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
By the dead and drowsy fire:
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
SONG, AND DANCE.
Make no stay;
[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
have but slumber'd here,
And Robin shall restore amends. [Exit. s Portentous.
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
Moth, Page to Armado.
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
MARIA, Ladies, attending on the Princess.
JAQUENETTA, a Country Wench.
Officers and others, attendants on the King and
SCENE 1.–Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. 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 ;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there;
And not be seen to wink of all the day;
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 ?
Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest.
Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.-
What is the end of study ? let me know.
not know. My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,
Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from
To know the thing I am forbid to know:
As thus—To study where I well may dine,
Long. I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' fast; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
And train our intellects to vain delight.
vain, That is, To live and study here three years.
Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: But there are other strict observances :
As, painfully to pore upon a book, As, not to see a woman in that term;
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: About surrender-up of Aquitain
Light, sceking light, doth light of light beguile: To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father : So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Therefore this article is made in vain, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Study me how to please the eye indeed,
King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
forgot. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, Biron. So study evermore is overshot ;
And give him light that was it blinded by. While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should:
"Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. Save base authority from others' books.
King. We must of force, dispense with this decree; These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, She must lie here on mere necessity. That give a name to every fixed star,
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Have no more profit of their shining nights,
Three thousand times within this three years' Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
space: Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; For every man with his affects is born; And every godfather can give a name.
Not by might master'd, but by special grace: King. How well he's read, to reason against If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, reading!
I am forsworn on mere necessity.-Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! So to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes
. Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow And he, that breaks them in the least degree, the weeding.
Stands in attainder of eternal shame: Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are Suggestions are to others, as to me; a breeding.
But, I believe, although I seem so loath, Dum. How follows that!
I am the last that will last keep his oath. Biron.
Fit in his place and time. But is there no quick recreation granted ? Dum. In reason nothing.
King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is Biron. Something then in rhyme.
haunted Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping' frost, With a refined traveller of Spain; That bites the first-born infants of the spring. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: summer boast,
One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Before the birds have any cause to sing ?
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
A man of compliments, whom right and wrong At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; This child of fancy, that Armado hight,' But like of each thing, that in season grows.
For interim to our studies, shall relate, So you, to study now it is too late,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight Climb o'er the house t' unlock the little gate. From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu! How you delight, my lords, I know not, I ;
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
Than for that angel knowledge you can say, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our And bide the penance of each three years' day.
Enter Dull, with a letter, and CostaRD. shame!
Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? come within a mile of my court.
Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for ! And hath this been proclaim'd ?
am his grace's tharborough:s but I would see his Long.
Four days ago
own person in flesh and blood. Biron. Let's see the penalty,
Biron. This is he. [Reads.]—On pain of losing her tongue.-. Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.- !!
Who devis'd this? There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you Long. Marry, that did I. Biron. Sweet lord, and why?
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touchLong. To fright them hence with that dread pe
ing me. nalty.
King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in
[Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with God for high words. a woman within the term of three years, he shall Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant endure such public shame as the rest of the court us patience! can possibly devise.
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? This article, my liege, yourself must break; Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh mod
For, well you know, here comes in embassy erately; or to forbear both. The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us speak,
cause to climb in the merriness. A maid of grace, and complete majesty,
9 Reside. 3 Temptations. 4 Called. 1 Nipping.
bi. e. Third-borough, a peace-officer.
with you :
Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning | and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted with the manner.
and heart-burning heat of duty. Biron. In what manner?
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but those three: I was seen with her in the manor the best that ever I heard. house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, following her into the park; which, put together, what say you to this? is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. the manner, it is the manner of a man to speak King. Did you hear the proclamation ? to a woman: for the form,-in some form.
Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but Biron. For the following, sir?
little of the marking of it. Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, God defend the right!
to be taken with a wench. King. Will you hear this letter with attention ? Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken Biron. As we would hear an oracle.
with a damosel. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. after the flesh.
Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vice- a virgin. gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, earth's God, and body's fostering patron, virgin. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was King. So it is,
taken with a maid. Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. in telling true, but so, so.
Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir. King. Peace.
King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You Cost. - be to me, and every man that dares shall fast a week with bran and water. not fight!
Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton King. No words.
and porridge. Cost.
of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored mel. My lord Birón, see him deliver'd o'er.ancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing hu And go we, lords, to put in practice that mor to the most wholesome physic of thy health Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook [Eceunt King, LONGAVILLE, and Duman. myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. men sit down to that nourishment which is called --Sirrah, come on. supper. So much for the time when.
Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I the ground which; which, I mean, I walked
was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a it is yeleped thy purk. Then for the place where; true girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and prosperity! Afiction may one day smile again, most preposterous event, that draweth from my and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! [Exeunt. $now-white pen the ebon-colored ink, which here
SCENE II.-Armado's House. thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: but to the place, where,— It standeth north-north-east and
Enter ARXADO and Moth. by east from the west corner of thy curious-knot Arm. Boy, what sign is it when a man of great ted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, spirit grows melancholy? that base minnow of thy mirth,
Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Cost. Me.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same King. that unletter'd small-knowing soul, thing, dear imp. Cost. Me.
Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. King. that shallow vassal,
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melanCost. Süll me.
choly, my tender juvenal ? ' King. — which, as I remember, hight Costard, Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the workCost. O me!
ing, my tough senior. King. — sorted and consorted, contrary to thy Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior ? established proclaimed edict and continent canon, Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal? with-with,–0 with—but with this I passion to Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent say wherewith
epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which Cost. With a wench.
we may nominate tender. King. — with a child of our grandmother Eve, Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title a female; 05, for thy more sweet understanding, to your old time, which we may name tough. a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks Arm. Pretty and apt. me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of Moth. How mean you, sir ? I pretty, and my punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony saying apt? or, I apt, and my saying pretty ? Dull
; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, Arm. Thou pretty, because little. and estimation.
Moth. Little pretty, because little : Wherefore apt? Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. Dull.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Arm. In thy condign praise. called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; Arm. What ? that an eel is ingenious ? . In the fact.
* Young man.
Moth. That an eel is quick.
Moth. If she be made of white and red, Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou Her faults will ne'er be known; lieatest my blood.
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Moth. I am answered, sir.
And fears by pale white shown: Arm. I love not to be crossed.
Then, if she fear, or be to blame, Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love By this you shall not know; not him.
[Aside. For still her cheeks possess the same, Arm. I have promised to study three years with Which native she doth owe. the duke.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
white and red. Arm. Impossible.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and Moth. How many is one thrice told ?
the Beggar? Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad of a tapster.
some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish the writing nor the tune. of a complete man.
Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much that I may example my digression by some mighty the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. I took in the park with the rational hind, Costard; Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three. she deserves well. Arm. True.
Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? than my master.
[ Aside. Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. and how easy it is to put years to the word three, Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light and study three years in two words, the dancing wench. horse will tell you.
Arm. I say, sing.
Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Enter Dull, Costard, and JAQUENETTA. as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep with a base wench. If drawing my sword against Costard safe: and you must let him take no delight, the humor of affection would deliver me from the nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a-week: reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prison. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park, she er, and ransom him to any French courtier for a is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; me Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid. thinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me,
Jag. Man. boy: What great men have been in love?
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Moth. Hercules, master.
Jaq. That's hereby. Arm. Most sweet Hercules!—More authority, Arm. I know where it is situate. dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! them be men of good repute and carriage.
Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good Jaq. With that face? carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town Arm. I love thee. gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. Jaq. So I heard you say.
Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Sam Arm. And so farewell. son! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou Jaq. Fair weather after you! didst me in carrying gates. I ain in love too,
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?
[Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTI. Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere Arm. Of what complexion ?
thou be pardoned. Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do or one of the four.
it on a full stomach. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.
Cost. I am more bound to you than your felArm. Is that one of the four complexions ? lows, for they are but lightly rewarded.
Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up. too.
Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Arm. Green, indeed, is the color of lovers: but Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, to have a love of that color, methinks, Samson had being loose. small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for Moth. No, sir, that were fast and loose: thou her wit.
shalt to prison. Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. desolation that I have seen, some shall see Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are
Moth. What shall some see? masked under such colors.
Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent
Moth. My father's wit and my mother's tongue in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: assist me!
I thank God, I have as little patience as another Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, man; and, therefore, I can be quiet. and pathetical !
[Exeunt Moth and CostaRD.
• Of which she is naturally possessed. * The name of a coin once current.