Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure I would not yield to be your house's guest; King. I was, fair madam. Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. Ros. This proves you wise and rich; for in my eye,-To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; O! never will I trust to speeches pena'd, Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend; Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : [knows!) Yet I have a trick [ns. Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Prin. And were you well advis'd? Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Dick, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd; Boyet. done. Enter Costard. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. No, sir; but it is vara fine, For every one pursents three. it is not so: Biron. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir. Biron. How much is it? Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man, -e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him. Biron. Go, bid them prepare. Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take [Exit. some care. King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not approach. [policy Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis some To have one show worse than the king's and his comKing. I say, they shall not come. [pany. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now; That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: L Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. [Armado converses with the King, and delivers him a Paper. Prin. Doth this man serve God? Biron. Why ask you? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain too, too vain: But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you [Exit. the peace of mind, most royal couplement ! King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Machabæus. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other [five. Biron. There is five in the first show. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy :- Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world again, Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. [Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c. Pageant of the Nine Worthies. Enter Costard armed, for Pompey. Cost. I Pompey am,~ Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Cost. I Pompey am,- Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,- foe to sweat : Cost. It is great, sir;-Pompey surnam'd the great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my [chance; And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey. I had Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. [done. Cost. "Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was perfect I made a little fault in, great. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best worthy. Enter Nathaniel armed, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's commander: [ing might: By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquerMy 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right. [smelling knight. Biron, Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenderPrin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good Alexander. [commander: Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. Biron. Pompey the great, Cost. Your servant, and Costard. Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali sander. Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.] you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax; he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis; a little o'erparted :-But there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other sort. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Enter Holofernes armed, for Judas, and Moth Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, [canus ; Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an Hol. What is this? Boyet. A cittern head. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. And now, forward; for we have put thee in counte Hol. You have put me out of countenance. [nance. Biren. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry. King, Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Boyet, No, he is best indued in the small. Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the alGave Hector a gift. Dum. A gilf nutmeg. Long. Stuck with cloves. Dum. No, cloven. Arm. Peace. [mighty, The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Dum. Long. That mint. That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, [To the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing. [Biron whispers Costard. Prin. Speak, brave Hector, we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Dum. He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone ; she is two months on her way. Arm. What meanest thou? Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonise me among potentates! thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, is dead by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey ! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pom- Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, pey Pompey the huge! Dum. Hector trembles. By being once false for ever to be true Biron. Pompey is mov'd:-More Ates, more Ates; And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, stir them on! stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me I will not combat in my shirt. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Biron. What reason have you for't? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour. Enter Mercade. Mer. God save you, madam! But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: 1 have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. [Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I say.I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, The liberal opposition of our spirits: If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath, your gentleness Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord! A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue : Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'd. King. The extreme parts of time extremely form That which long process could not arbitrate: From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are double. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief; And by these badges understand the king. Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; Your favours, the embassadors of love; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time: But more devout than this, in our respects, Have we not been; and therefore met your loves In their own fashion, like a merriment. Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than Long. So did our looks. [ jest. Ros. We did not quote them so. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves. Prin. A time, methinks, too short Change not your offer made in heat of blood; King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me? Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury; Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick. Dum. But what to me, my love! but what to me? Kath. A wife!-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-fac'd wooers say: Come when the, king doth to my lady come, Then, it I have much love, I'll give you some. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you 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 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; 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 your task shall be, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit: To enforce the painted 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, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befall what will be fall, 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. 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 twelve month and a day, And then will end. Biron. That's too long for a play. Enter Armado. Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,--- Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plongh for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogne 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. SONG. Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw', And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-whit, to-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. Gratiano, Lorenzo, in love with Jessica. Shylock, a Jew. Tubal, a Jew, his Friend. Launcelot Gobbo, a Clown, Servant to Shylock. Nerissa, her waiting Maid. Jessica, Daughter to Shylock. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent. ACT I. SCENE I. Venice. A Street. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Salar. And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought, To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, Is sad to think upon his merchandise. To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promis'd to tell me of? Bass. "Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, By something showing a more swelling port My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Than my faint means would grant continuance : Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate. Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd Upon the fortune of this present year: From such a noble rate; but my chief care Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Salan. Why then you are in love. Wherein my time, something too prodigal, Ant. Fie, fie! Hath left me gaged: To you, Antonio, Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you are I owe the most, in money, and in love; Because you are not merry and 'twere as easy [sad, And from your love I have a warranty For you to laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry,To unburden all my plots and purposes, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you, How to get clear of all the debts I owe. Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so? Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; Gra. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Ant. Is that any thing now? Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same Ant. You know me well; and herein spend battime, Bass. In Eelmont is a lady richly left, Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea; To raise a present sum: therefore go forth, [Exeunt. SCENE II. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Por. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a weary of this great world. Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced. Ner. They would be better, if well followed. Por. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decrce: such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me |