-Venegia, Venegia, Chi non te vede, non te pregia. Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses? Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned. Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse: lege, domine. Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed! Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live, that art would comprehend: If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend; All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire. Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial, as thou art, O! pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue! Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the 'tired horse his rider. But damosella, virgin, was this directed to you? Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords. "To Hol. I will overglance the superscript. the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline." I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: "Your ladyship's, in all desired employment, Biron." Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.-Trip and go, my sweet: deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king; it may concern much. Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty adieu. Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.—Sir, God save your life! Cost. Have with thee, my girl. [Exeunt CoST. and JAQ. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saith Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father; I do fear colourable colours. But, to return to the verses: did they please you, sir Nathaniel? Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where if before repast it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society. Nath. And thank you too; for society (saith the text) is the happiness of life. Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.-Sir,-[To DULL]-I do invite you too: you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another part of the Same. : Enter BIRON, with a paper. Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am toiling in a pitch-pitch that defiles. Defile? a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad as Ajax it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep. Well proved again o' my side! I will not love; if I do, hang me: i'faith, I will not. O! but her eye, by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her! yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. Enter the KING, with a paper. King. Ay me! Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven!-Proceed, sweet Cupid: thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap.-In faith, secrets!— King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: No drop but as a coach doth carry thee; So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? [Steps aside. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. [Aside.] What, Longaville! and reading? listen, ear. Biron. [Aside.] Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! This same shall go.- Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, my Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My row was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace, being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhal'st this vapour-vow; in thee it is: If broken, then, it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath, to win a paradise? Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way. Enter DUMAINE, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company! stay. [Steps aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid; an old infant play. Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. Biron. [Aside.] O most profane coxcomb! Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber quoted. Biron. [Aside.] An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Her shoulder is with child. [Aside.] Stoop, I say: As fair as day. Dum. Biron. [Aside.] Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Dum. O, that I had my wish! Long. [Aside.] And I had mine! Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. [Aside.] Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. Dum. On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month is ever May, This will I send, and something else more plain, Long. [Advancing.] Dumaine, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, King. [Advancing.] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much : [To LONGAVILLE. And Jove for your love would infringe an oath. [TO DUMAINE. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear I would not have him know so much by me. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me : Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears O me! with what strict patience have I sat, Where lies thy grief! O! tell me, good Dumaine : King. Too bitter is thy jest. Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you: I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betray'd, by keeping company With men, like men of strange inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, A leg, a limb?— King. Soft! Whither away so fast? A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD. Jaq. God bless the king! What present hast thou there? Cost. Some certain treason. What makes treason here? If it mar nothing neither, The treason and you go in peace away together. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read: Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over. Where had'st thou it? Jaq. Of Costard. [BIRON reads the letter. King. Where had'st thou it? Cost. Of. Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it? Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picking up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead!-[To CosTARD]-you were born to do me shame.Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess. King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me, fool, to make up the mess. He, he, and you, and you my liege, and I, Biron. True, true; we are four. Will these turtles be gone? King. Hence, sirs; away! Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. [Exeunt COSTARD and Jaquenetta. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O! let us embrace. As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Young blood doth not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? Biron. Did they? quoth you. Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, stricken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty? King. What zeal, what, fury hath inspir'd thee My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. No face is fair, that is not full so black. O! if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, For native blood is counted painting now, Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. King. "Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer, face not wash'd to-day. here. King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. Biron. O! if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. Dum. O vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies The street should see, as she walk'd over head. King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? Biron. O! nothing so sure; and thereby all for sworn. King. Then leave this chat: and, good Biron, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. Long. O! some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Dum. Some salve for perjury. Biron. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, Do we not likewise see our learning there? But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? And who can sever love from charity? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Long. Now to plain-dealing: lay these glozes by Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? King. And win them too: therefore, let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct then Then, homeward, every man attach the hand corn; And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn ; If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt. SCENE I.- Another part of the Same. Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. Hol. Satis quod sufficit. Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. [Draws out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce, debt-d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebur; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abhominable, (which he would call abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie: ne intelligis domine? to make frantic, lunatic. Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo. Hol. Bone?-bone, for bene: Priscian a little scratch'd; 'twill serve. Enter ARMADO, MOTH, and COSTARD. Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. Hol. Most military sir, salutation. [TO MOTH. Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Cost. O! they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. Moth. Peace! the peal begins. Arm. Monsieur, [To HoL.] are you not letter'd? Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. What is a, b, spelt backward with the horn on his head? Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Moth. Ba! most silly sheep, with a horn.-You hear his learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.— Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; o, u. Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterranean, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit! snip, snap, quick and home: it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit! Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit-old. Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circùm circà. A gig of a cuckhold's horn! Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O! an the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me. Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say. Hol. O! I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Arm. Arts-man, præambula: we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? Hol. Or mons, the hill. Arm. At your sweet pleasure for the mountain. Hol. I do, sans question. Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon: the word is well cull'd, chose; sweet and apt, I do assure you, sir; I do assure. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend.-For what is inward between us, let it pass.-I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech thee, apparel thy head:-and among other important and most serious designs, and of great import indeed, |