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As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Biron. And what to me, my love? and what Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are to me? double.
| Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear You are attaint with faults and perjury; of grief;—
Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, And by these badges understand the king. A twelvemonlh shall you spend, and never rest, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, But seek the weary beds of people sick. Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Dem. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Hath much deform' us, fashioning our hunours' Kath. A wise!-A beard, fair health, and how Even to the opposed end of our intents:
nesty, And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
With three-fold love I wish you all these three. As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Dum. (), shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Kath. Not so, my lord a twelvemonth and a Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye
day Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
Come when the king doth to my lady come, To every varied object in his glance:
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Which party-coated presence of loose love
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Put on by us, il, in your heavenly cyes,
Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,
Long. What says Maria ? Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Mar.
At the twelvemonth's end, Suggested' us to make: Therefore, ladies, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Our love being yours, the error that love makes Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, By being once false for crer to be true
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young. To those that make us both:-fair ladies, you: Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, And even that falschood, in itself a sin,
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
What humble suit attends thy answer there; Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; Impose some service on me for thy love. Your favours the embassadors of love;
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, And, in our maiden council, rated them
Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; As bombast, and as lining to the time :
Full of comparisons and wounding fouls:
To weed this worin wood from your fruitful brain, Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, than jest.
(Without the which I am not to be won,) Long. So did our looks.
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Ros. . We did not quote? them so. Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be Grant us your loves.
With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, Prin.
A time, methinks, too short To enforce the pained impotent to smile. To make a world-without-end bargain in :
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
death? Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore, this, It cannot be; it is impossible: If for my love (as there is no such cause)
Mirih eannot move a soul in agony. You will do aught, this shall you do for me : Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: Remote from all the pleasures of the world; A jest's prosperity lies in the ear There stay until the twelve celestial signs
or him that hears it, never in the tongue Have brought about their annual reckoning; of him that makes it: then, is sickly cars, If this austere insociable life
Deal'd with the clamours of their own dear Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
groans, If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
And I will have you, and that fault withal ; But that it bear this trial, and last love:
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, Then, at the expiration of the year,
And I shall find you empty of that fauit,
Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befall wirat will I will be thine; and till that instant, shut
befall, My woful self up in a mourning hcuse;
I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Raining the tears of lainentation,
Prin. Ay, sweet iny lord; and so I take me For the remembrance of my father's death.
[Ta the king. If this thou do deny, let our hands part;
King. No, madam: we will bring you on your Neither intitled in the other's heart.
way. King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Biron, Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtcsy The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Might well have made our sport a comedy. Hence even then my heart is in thy broast. King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a
day, (1) Tempted.
(2) Regard. (3) Clothing, (4) Vehcment,
And then 'twill end.
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
That's too long for a play. Unpleasing to a married ear!
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, Prin. Was not that Hector ?
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, Dumn. The worthy knight of Troy.
And Tom bears logs into the hall, Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take
And milk comes frozen home in pail, leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta When blood is nipp'd, and ways be fouil, to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. Then nightly sings the staring owl, But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the
To-who; dialogue that the two learned men have compiled,
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? It should While greasy Joan dolh keel' the pot. have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
IV. Arm. Holla! approach.
When all aloud the wind doth blowo, Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and
And coughing drowns the parson's saw, others.
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; When roasted crabs? hiss in the bowl, the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the Then nightly sings the staring orol, cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Tu-hil, lo-acho, a merry note,
While grey Joan doth keel the pot. Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the And lady-smocks all silver-20hite,
songs of Apollo.--You, that way; we, this way. Jul cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
(Exeint. Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on erery tree,
(1) Cool. (2) Wild apples.
In this play, which all the editors have concur. When shepherds pipe on oalen straws,
red to censure, and some have rejected as unworAnd nerry larks are ploughnien's..
an's thy of oxir poct, it must be confessed that there are - clocks,
inany passages meant, childish, and vulgar: and Ve burtles read and rooke and daire some which only it not to have been exhibited, as And maidens bleach their summer we are told they were, to a maiden qucen. But smocks,
there are scattered through the whole many sparks The cuckoo then, on erery tree,
of genius; nor is there any play that has more Mocks married men, for i hus sings he evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare. Cuckoo ;
That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sed!
But, tell not ine; I know, Antonio SCENE 1.-Venice. A street. Enter Antonio,lis sad to think upon his merchandise. Salarino, and Salanio.
nt. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Antonio.
My venturcs are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
Salan. Why then you are in love. What stuff 'uis made of, whereof it is born,
Fic, fie! I am to learn;
Salan. Not in love neither ? Then let's say, you And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
are sad, That I have much ado to know myself.
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; For you to laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry, There, where your argosies! with portly sail, Because you are not sud. Now, by tiro-headed Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood,
Janus, Or, as it were the pageants of the sea,
|Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her lime : Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper; As they fly by them with their woven wings.
And other of such vinegar aspect,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Enler Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.
Salan. Ilere comes Bassanio, your most noble Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
kinsman, Would make mc sad.
Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well; Salar.
My wind, cooling my broth. We leave you now with better company. Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
Salar. I would have staid till l'had made you What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
merry, I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,
Ir worthier friend, had not prevented me. But I should think of shallows and or flats;
Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand,
I take it, your own business calls on you, Vailing? her high-top lower than her ribs,
And you embrace the occasion to depart. To kiss her burial. 'Should I go to church,
Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. And see the holy edifice of stone,
Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks?
Say, when ? Which touching but my gentle vessel's side,
You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so ! Would scatter all her spices on the stream
Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ;
yours. (Exeunl Salarino and Salanio. And, in a word, but even now worth this,
Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought Antonio, To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, We two will leave you: but at dinner-time,
I pray you, have in mind w.cre me must meet (1) Ships of large burthen. (2) Lowering. "Bass. I will not fail you