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Lon. I'll stay with patience ; but the time is
long. Mar. The liker you : few taller are so young.
Bir. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me; Behold the window of my heart, mine eye; What humble suit attends thy answer there : Impose some service on me for thy love.
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue Proclaims
you for a man replete with mocks ; Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ; 1 Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit. To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, (Without the which I am not to be won) You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning wretches; and
task shall be, With all the fierce ? endeavor of your wit, To enforce the pained impotent to smile., Bir. To move wild laughter in the throat of
death? It cannot be ; it is impossible : Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Ros. Why, that 's the way to choke a gibing
spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
I Cutting sarcasms.
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools.
scorns, continue then,
Bir. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
[to the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your
way. Bir. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy. King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a
day, And then 'twill end. 'Bir.
That's too long for a play.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and
others. This side is Hiems, winter ; this Ver, the spring ; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight;
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks;
And maidens bleach their summer smocks ;
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail :
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw :
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this
[Exeunt i Scum.
2 Wild apples.
END OF VOL. IIJ.