Kath. A beard, fair health, and honesty ;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.'

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Kath. Not so, my lord ; a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say :
Come when the king doth to my lady come ;
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

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Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Kath. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.
Long. What says Maria ?
Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

Long. I'll stay with patience ; but the time is long.
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.

Biron. 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 thiy love.

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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,
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 860
Visit the speechless sick and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

Biron. 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 Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : 870 A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of hun that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Deafʼd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, And I will have you and that fault withal ; But if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation.

my leave.

Biron. A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.

881 Prin. [To the King] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take King. No, madam ; we will bring you on your way.

Biron. 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.
Biron.

That's too long for a play

Re-enter ARMADO.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,–
Prin. Was not that Hector ?
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

890 Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plow for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men liave 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.
Arm. Holla! approach.

900 Re-enter HOLOFERNES, NATIANIEL, 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.

THE SONG.

SPRING.
When daisies pied and violets blue

And lady-sinocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men ; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo ;
Cuckoo, cuckoo : 0) word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten stre wg

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks,

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The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men ; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo ;
Cuckoo, cuckoo : 0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

WINTER.
When icicles hang by the wall

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall

And milk coines frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit;
Tur-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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When all aloud the wind doth blow

And coughing drowns the parson's saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then iilguii; sings tlid starna

Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
Apollo. You that way; we this way,

(Exeunt.

Scene I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS.
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PIIILOSTRATE, and Attend.

ants.
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in
Another moon : but, 0, methinks, how slow
This old moon anes ! she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

lip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow

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New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
The.

Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments ;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth :

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Turn melancholy forth to funerals ;
The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate.
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.

Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke !
The. Thanks, good Egeus · what's the news with thee?

Ege. Full of vexation come 1, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander : and, my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child :
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love-tokens with my child :
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung

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With feignir.g voice verses of feigning love,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth :
With cunning last thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness · and, my gracious duke,
Be it so she will not here before your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,

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I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.

The. What say you, Hermia ? be advised, fair maid :
To you your fatlier should be as a god ;
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
Yo whom you are but as a form in wax
By him imprinted and within his power

50 To leave the figure or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Her. So is Lysander.
The.

In himself lie is ;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.

Iler. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgement look.