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scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your Biron. A death's face in a ring. lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, , Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth worthy.
seen. A conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. shame, Alisander. [NATHANIEL retires.] There, Dum. The carved-bone face on a flask. an't shall please you : a foolish mild man; an Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.
and soon dashed! He is a Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. marvelous good neighbor, in sooth; and a very Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothgood bowler : but for Alisander, alas, you see how
drawer : 't is; a little o'erparted.— But there are worthies And now, forward ; for we have put thee in couna coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
tenance. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. False; we have given thee faces. Enter HOLOFERNES, armed, for Judas, and Moth,
Hol. But you have outfaced them all. armed, for Hercules.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. HOLOFERNES.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed canus ; And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Dum. For the latter end of his name. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus ;
Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him :Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
Jud-as, away. Ergo, I come with this apology.
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not
humble. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas : it grows
stumble. Judas I am,
Prin Alas, poor Maccabæus, how hath he been
baited ! Dum. A Judas! Hol. Not Iscariot, sir :
Enter ARMADO, armed, for Hector. Judas I am, ycleped Maccabæus.
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes
Hector in arms. Dum. Judas Maccabæus clipt, is plain Judas.
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I Biron. A kissing traitor.—How art thou proved
will now be Judas ?
King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of HOLOFERNES.
Boyet. But is this Hector ? Judas I am,
Dum. I think Hector was not so clean-timDum. The more shame for you,
bered. Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Long. His leg is too big for Hector. Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
Dum. More calf, certain. Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder.
Boyet. No; he is best endued in the small. Biron. Well followed : Judas was hanged on an Biron. This cannot be Hector. elder.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. faces. Biron. Because thou hast no face. Hol. What is this?
ARMADO. Boyet. A cittern head.
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Dum. The head of a bodkin.
Gave Hector a gift,
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. A lemon.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's Long. Stuck with cloves.
belly than will sup a flea. Dum. No, cloven.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Arm. Peace!
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern
man. I'll flash; I'll do it by the sword. I pray The armnipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion :
you, let me borrow my arms again.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
Cost. I'll do it in my
shirt. I am that flower,
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Dum. That mint.
lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Long. That columbine.
the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your Arm. Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
reputation. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs
Arm. Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I against Hector.
will not combat in
shirt. Dum. Ay, and Hector 's a greyhound.
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
the challenge. sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried :
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. when he breathed, he was a man - but I will for
Biron. What reason have you for 't? ward with my device. Sweet royalty [to the
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; PRINCESS], bestow on me the sense of hearing.
I go woolward for
penance. [Biron whispers COSTARD.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in Rome Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de- for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he lighted.
wore none, but a dishclout of Jaquenetta's; and Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
that a' wears next his heart, for a favor.
Mer. God save you, madam !
Prin. Welcome, Mercade; Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. gone; she is two months on her way.
Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring Arm. What meanest thou ?
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Prin. Dead, for my life. the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the Mer. Even so; my tale is told. child brags in her belly already; 't is yours. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Arm. Dost thou infamonise me among poten- cloud. tates? thou shalt die.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped, for Jaque- I have seen the day of wrong through the little netta that is quick by him; and hanged, for Pom- hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a pey that is dead by him.
[Exeunt Worthies. Dum. Most rare Pompey!
King. How fares your majesty ? Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Pompey! Pompey the huge !
Prin. Prepare, I say.
I say. - I thank you, gracious Dum. Hector trembles.
lords, Biron. Pompey is moved :— more Ates, more For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, Ates; stir them on! stir them on !
Out of a new-sad soul, that you
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
Prin. We have received your letters, full of love; The liberal opposition of our spirits :
Your favors the ambassadors of love; If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
And, in our maiden council, rated them In the converse of breath, your gentleness At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Was guilty of it. — Farewell, worthy lord ! As bombast, and as lining to the time: A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue : But more devout than this in our respects Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Have we not been; and therefore met your loves For my great suit so easily obtained.
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Long. So did our looks.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Grant us your loves. The holy suit which fain it would convince;
Prin. A time, methinks, too short Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, To make a world-without-end bargain in : Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, From what it purposed; since to wail friends lost Full of dear guiltiness : and therefore, this :Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
If for my love (as there is no such cause) As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed double.
To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear Remote from all the pleasures of the world; of grief; —
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs And by these badges understand the king. Have brought about their annual reckoning. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, If this austere insociable life Played foul play with our oaths. Your beauty la- Change not your offer, made in heat of blood; dies,
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds,
But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Raining the tears of lamentation To every varied object in his glance :
For the remembrance of my father's death. Which party-coated presence of loose love If this thou do deny, let our hands part; Put on by us, if in your heavenly eyes,
Neither intitled in the other's heart. Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities,
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye ! Our love being yours, the error that love makes Hence ever, then, my heart is in thy breast. Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, Biron. And what to me, my love, and what to By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both, — fair ladies, you : Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
rank; Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
You are attaint with faults and perjury:
Therefore, if you my favor mean to get,
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,
Of him that makes it. Then, if sickly ears, But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Deafed with the clamors of their own dear groans, Dum. But what to me, my love? what to me? Will hear your
scorns, continue then, Kath. A wife ! - A beard, fair health, and hon- And I will have you, and that fault withal ; esty;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit, With threefold love I wish you all these three. And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Right joyful of your reformation. Kath. Not so, my lord :- a twelvemonth and a Biron. A twelvemonth? Well, befall what will day
befall, I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say: I'll jest a twelvemonth in a hospital. Come when the king doth to my lady come, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord ; and so I take my Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
[To the King. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. King. No, madam; we will bring you on your Kath. Yet swear not, least you be forsworn again.
way. Long. What says Maria ?
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
play; I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Might well have made our sport a comedy. long
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.
day. Biron. Studies my lady? Mistress look on me, And then 't will end. Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
Biron. That's too long for a play. What humble suit attends thy answer there :
Enter ARMADO. Impose some service on me for thy love.
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Prin. Was not that Hector ? Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Full of comparisons and wounding flouts;
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take Which you on all estates will execute,
leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to JaqueThat lie within the mercy of your wit :
netta to hold the plow for her sweet love three To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you And therewithal to win me, if you please hear the dialogue that the two learned men have (Without the which I am not to be won), compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? it You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to day, should have followed in the end of our show. Visit the speechless sick, and still converse King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so. With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, Arm. Holla! approach. With all the fierce endeavor of your wit, To enforce the painéd impotent to smile.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moth, Cos
TARD, and others. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; It cannot be; it is impossible :
the one maintained by the owl, the other by the Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
cuckoo. Ver, begin. Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing
· spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
SPRING. Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools.
When daisies pied, and violets blue, A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
And lady-smocks all silver-white,