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Enter Lion and Moonshine.
« But stay; spite !
“ But mark; - Poor knight, Lien. “ You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do
“ What dreadful dole is here: fear
“ Eyes, do you see? · The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
“ How can it be? floor,
" O dainty duck! O dear! Hay now, perchance, both quake and tremble
" Thy mantle good, here,
“ What, stain'd with blood ? * When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar, * Then know, that I, one Snug, the joiner, am
“ Approach, ye furies fell !
O fates! come, come; * A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
u Cut thread and thrum ; For if I should as lion come in strife
« Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” The A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. would go near to make a man look sad.
The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions L* This lion is a very fox for his valour.
frame? The. True; and a goose for his discretion.
“ Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : Den. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot
" Which is no, no which was the fairest dame, carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose. Te. His discretion, I am sure cannot carry his
* That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd
with cheer. malour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is
* Come, tears, confound ; Fell: leare it to his discretion, and let us listen to
“ Out, sword, and wound the moon.
“ The pap of Pyramus : Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon
“ Ay, that left pap, present;"
“ Where heart doth hop : Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.
* Thus die I, thus, thus, thus 12. He is no crescent, and his horns are invi
“ Now am I dead, sble within the circumference.
“ Now am I fed ; Moom. 4 This lantern doth the horned moon
« My soul is in the sky: present;
“ Tongue, lose thy light! * Myself the man i'th'moon do seem to be.”
“ Moon, take thy flight! Tre. This is the greatest error of all the rest :
“ Now die, die, die, die, die." te man should be put ir to the lantern : How is it
(Dies. — Exit Moonshine. else the man i'the moon.
Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Dem. He dares not come there for the candle :
Lys. Less than an acé, man; for he is dead; lie for, you see, it is already in snuff.
is nothing. Hi, I am aweary of this moon: Would, he
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet would change!
recover, and prove an ass. The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ?
Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before reason, we must stay the time. L. Proceed, moon.
The. She will find him by star-light. - Here she im. “ All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that
comes; and her passion ends the play. the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon;
Enter THISBE. Eis thern-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this dog, my
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one,
for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. Den. Why, all these should be in the lantern ;
Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyfar they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes
ramus, which Thísbe, is the better. Thisbe.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet Enter TAISBE.
eyes. This. This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. love?"*
This. “ Asleep, my love ?
“ What, dead, my dove? (The Lion roars. – THISBL runs off “ O Pyramus, arise, Dez. Well roared, lion.
“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? Tm. Well run, Thisbe.
“ Dead, dead ? A tomb Hg. Well shone, moon. — Truly, the moon 11 Must cover thy sweet eyes. shrines with a good grace.
“ These lily brows, The Well inoused, lion.
“ This cherry nose, (The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit. “ These yellow cowslip cheeks, Dem And so comes Pyramus.
“ Are gone, are gone : L. And then the moon vanishes.
« Lovers, make moan !
“ His eyes were green as leeks. Enter PYRAMUS.
“ O sisters, three, Pyr. a Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny
« Come, come to me, beams;
“ With hands as pale as milk; * I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:
“ Lay them in gore, For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,
“ Since you have shore * I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
“ With shears his thread of' silk.
“Tongue, not a word :
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train. “Come, trusty sword; “ Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, “ And farewell, friends;
By the dead and drowsy fire: : Thus Thisbe ends :
Every elf, and fairy sprite, “ Adieu, adieu, adieu.”
[Dies. Hop as light as bird from brier ; The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the
And this ditty, after me, dead.
Sing, and dance it trippingly, Dem. Ay, and wall took.
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that To each word a warbling note, parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
Hand in hand, with fairy grace, epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between Will we sing, and bless this place. two of our company. The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play
SONG, AND DANCE. needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the Obe. Now, until the break of day, players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Through this house each fairy stray. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and To the best bride-bed will we, hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have Which by us shall blessed be been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very
And the issue there create, notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask :
Ever shall be fortunate. let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns. So shall all the couples three The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :
Ever true in loving be; Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
And the blots of nature's hand I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
Shall not in their issue stand ; As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, This palpable-gross play hath well beguild
Nor mark prodigious, such as are The heavy gait of night. — Sweet friends, to Despised in nativity, bed.
Shall upon their children be. A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
With this field-dew consecrate,
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace i
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Trip away ;
Make no stay :
Meet me all by break of day.
(Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train Now the wasted brands do glow,
Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended) Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long :
Else the Puck a liar call. Shall disturb this ballow'd house :
So, good night unto you
all. I am sent, with broom, before,
Give me your hands, if To sweep the dust behind the door.
And Robin shall restore amends.
we be friends,
LOVE'S LABOUR’S LOST.
FERDISAND, King of Navarre.
Moru, page to Armado. Bison,
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
Maria, Ladies, attending on the Princess Sr XstrasIEL, a curate.
JAQUEN ETTA, a country wench.
Officers and others, Attendants on the King and COSTARD, a clown.
SCENE 1- Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ;
With all these living in philosophy.
Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, That is, To live and study here three years. Lire register'd upon our brazen tombs,
But there are other strict observances : And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; As, not to see a woman in that term; When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : The endeavour of this present breath may buy And, one day in a week to touch no food; That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And but one meal on every day beside ; And make us heirs of all eternity.
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : Therefore, brave conquerors ! - for so you are, And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, That war against your own affections,
And not be seen to wink of all the day ; And the huge army of the world's desires, - (When I was wont to think no harm all night, Our late edict shall strongly stand in force : And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Nazarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : Our court shall be a little Academe,
0, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep ; Still and contemplative in living art.
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville,
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please ; My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, I only swore, to study with your grace, That are recorded in this schedule here:
And stay here in your court for three years' space. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest. That his own hand may strike his honour down, Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. — That violates the smallest branch herein :
What is the end of study ? let me know. If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
King. Why, that to know, which else we should Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.
not know. Long. I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' fast ; Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from The mind shall banquet, though the body pine :
common sense? Fa paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so,
Druz. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified ; To know the thing I am forbid to know :
Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,
Biron. Let's see the penalty.
Who devis'd this Study to break it, and not break my troth.
Long. Marry, that did I. If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
Biron. Sweet lord, and why? Study knows that, which yet it doth not know : Long. To fright them hence with that dreaa Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.
penalty. King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. And train our intellects to vain delight.
[Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most woman within the term of three years, he shall endure vain,
such priblick shame as the rest of the court can possibly Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain : devise. As, painfully to pore upon a book,
This article, my liege, yourself must break; To seek the light of truth; while truth the while For well you know, here comes in embassy Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : The French King's daughter, with yourself to Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile :
speak, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
A maid of grace, and complete majesty, -
To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father :
Therefore this article is made in vain, Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. And give him light that was it blinded by. King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
forgot. That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Biron. So study evermore is over-shot ; Small have continual plodders ever won,
While it doth study to have what it would, Save base authority from others' books.
It doth forget to do the thing it should : These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, That give a name to every fixed star,
'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. Have no more profit of their shining nights,
King. We must, of force, dispense with this de Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
cree; Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; She must lie here on mere necessity. And every godfather can give a name.
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn King. How well he's read, to reason against Three thousand times within this three years reading!
space : Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro- For every man with his affects is born ; ceeding!
Not by might master'd, but by special grace : Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, weeding.
I am forsworn on mere necessity. — Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are So to the laws at large I write my name : a breeding.
(Subscribes. Dum. How follows that?
And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Biron.
Fit in his place and time. Stands in attainder of eternal shame : Dum. In reason nothing.
Suggestions are to others, as to me; Biron.
Something then in rhyme. But, I believe, although I seem so loth; Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping frost, I am the last that will last keep his oath.
That bites the first-born infants of the spring. But is there no quick recreation granted ? Bron. Well, say I am ; why should proud sum King. Ay, that threre is : our court, you know, i. mer boast,
haunted Before the birds have any cause to sing ?
With a refined traveller of Spain ; Why should I joy in an abortive birth ?
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; One, whom the musick of his own vain tongue But like of each thing, that in season grows.
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; So you, to study now it is too late,
A man of complements, whom right and wrong Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : Xing. Well, sit you out: gnome, Birón; adieu! | This child of fancy, that Armado hight, Biron. No, my good lord ; I have sworn to stay For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. Than for that angel knowledge you can say, How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, And bide the penance of each three year's day. And I will use him for my minstrelsy. Give me the paper, let me read the same;
Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. King. How well this yielding rescues thee Long. Costard the swain, and he shall be our sport; from shame!
And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. (Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my cmert.
Enter Dull, with a letter, and COSTARD. And hath this been proclaim'd ?
Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Long
Four days ago.
Birom This, fellow; What would'st ?
with you :
D. I myself reprehend his own person, for Il Kig. — sorted and consorted, contrary to thy m his grace's tharborough : but I would see his established proclaimed edict and continent canon, en person in flesh and blood.
with-with, - O with — but with this I passion to Biron. This is he.
say wherewith, Dull. Signior Arme - Arme -- commends you. Cost. With a wench. There's villainy abroad; this letter will tell you more. K’ing, with a child of our grandmother Eve, a
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. female ; or, for thy more sireet understanding, a woTing. A letter from the magnificent Armado. man. Him I (as my ever esteemed duty pricks me on)
Bom. How low soever the matter, I hope in God have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by for high words.
thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good Leag. A high hope for a low having: God grant repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation. us patience !
Dull. Me, an't shall please you ; I am Antony Dull. Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?
King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Lang. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh mode- called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) rately; or to forbear both.
I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury: and shall, at Birum Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, cause to climb in the merriness.
in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning of duty,
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the Berm. In what manner ?
best that ever I heard. Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, those three : I was seen with her in the manor house, what say you to this? song with her upon the form, and taken following Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. her into the park ; which, put together, is in manner King. Did you hear the proclamation ? ud form following. Now, sír, for the manner, Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman : for little of the marking of it. the form, - in some form.
King. It was proclaimed a year's'imprisonment, Biror. For the following, sir?
to be taken with a wench. Cust. As it shall follow in my correction ; And Cost. I was taken with none, sir ; I was taken God defend the right!
with a damosel. Ezag. Will you hear this letter with attention ? King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. Biron. As we would hear an oracle.
Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was Cast. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken a virgin. after the flesh.
King. It is só varied too; for it was proclaimed Eing. (Reads.) Great deputy, the welkin's vice- virgin. Berchi, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was arta': God, and body's fostering patron, –
taken with a maid. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. King. So it is,
Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir. Coz. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence ; You is telling true, but so, so.
shall fast a week with bran and water. King, Peace.
Cost. I bad rather pray a month with mutton and Cat-beto me, and every man that dares not fight! porridge. King. No words.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. Cast. — of other men's secrets, I beseech you. My lord Biron, sec him deliver'd o'er.
King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melan- And go we, lords, to put in practice, that chody, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. the most skolesome physick of thy health-giving air;
[Ereunt King, LONGAVILLE, and Domain. ed, « I am a gentleman, betovk myself to walk. Biron. r'll lay my head to any good man's hat, The time schen? About the sixth hour; when beasts These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. aast zraz, birds best peck, and men sit down to that Sirrah, come on. Warishment which is called supper. So much for the Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir : for true it is, I freze trian: Now for the ground which ; which, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true
, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of prosto the place where ; where, I mean, I did encounter perity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth then, Sit thee down, sorrow!
(Exeunt. from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thone sierest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest : But SCENE II. - Another part of the same. Armado's to the place, rhete, — It standeth north-north-east and
House. by ens from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited swain, that
Enter ARMADO and Moty. tas minnow if thy mirth,
Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great Cest. Me.
spirit grows melancholy? that unletter'd small-knowing soul, Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Cosi. Me.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same - that shallow vassal,
thing, dear imp. Cog. Still me.
Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. Aing. which as I remember, hight Costard, Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melarCosta O me!
choly, my tender juvenal ?,