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Can any face of brass hold longer out?— Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear, Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;

And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a What, will you have me, or your pearl again! fiout;

Biron. Neither of either; I remit both iwain.Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; I see the trick on't;—Here was a consent,

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) And I will wish thee never more to dance, To dash it like a Christmas comedy:

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,' 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue;

Dick, Nor never come in visor to my friend;

That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,

Told our intents before: which once disclos'd, Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, The ladies did change favors; and then we, Figures pedantical; these suminer-flies

Following the signs, wood but the sign of she. Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Now, to our perjury to add more terror, I do forswear them : and I here protest,

We are again forsworn; in will, and error. By this white glove, (how white the hand, Much upon this it is :- And might not you, God knows!)

[To BOTET. Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express’d Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, And, to begin, wench,-60 God help me, la!- And laugh upon the apple of her eye? My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Biron.

Yet I have a trick You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see;

You leer upon me, do you ? there's an eye,
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; Wounds like a leaden sword.
They are infected, in their hearts it lies;

Boyet.

Full merrily They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. These lords are visited; you are not free,

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

done. Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.

Enter Costard.
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true,

Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Cost. 0, Lord, sir, they would know Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. Rosa Ner shall not, if I do as I intend.

Biron. What, are there but three?

Cost. Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end.

No, sir; but it is vara fine, King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude For every one pursents three.,

Biron.

And three times thrice is nine. transgression Some fair excuse.

Cost. Not so, sir ; under correction, sir; I hope, Prin. The fairest is confession.

it is not so; Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we King. Madam, I was.

know what we know. Prin.

And were you well advis’a? I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,King. I was, fair madam.

Biron.

Is not nine! Prin. When you then were here,

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereunti What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

it doth amount. King. That more than all the world I did respect

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. her.

Cost. 0, Lord, sir, it were a pity you should get Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will your living by reckoning, sir. reject her.

Biron. How much is it? King. Upon mine honor, no.

Cost. 0, Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear; stors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: Your oath once broke, you force' not to forswear. for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect

King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great,

Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-Rosaline, sir. What did the Russian whisper in your ear ?

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies? Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear

Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of As precious eye-sight; and did value me

Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know not Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,

the degree of the worthy: but I am to stand for him. That he would wed me or else die my lover.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take Most honorably doth uphold his word.

[Erit Costanp. King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, my

King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not troth,

approach. I never swore this lady such an oath.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord; and 'tis Ros. By heaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain to have one show worse than the king's and his

some policy You gave me this : but take it, sir, again. King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give;

company. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

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Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. now;

Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it That sport best pleases, that doth least know how:

stands too right. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenDie in the zeal of them which it presents,

der-smelling knight. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good When great things laboring perish in their birth.

Alexander. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the Enter ARMADO.

world's commander;

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, AliArm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of

sander. thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.

Biron. Pompey the great,[ARMADO converses with the King, and de

Cost.

Your servant, and Costárd. livers him a paper.

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away AliPrin. Doth this man serve God?

sander. Biron. Why ask you? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out

Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.) you have overthrown Arm. That's all one, my fair

, sweet, honey of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is ex- his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to ceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain: A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della and a feared to speak! run away for shame, Alisanguerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal der. [Natu. retires.] There, an't shall please you; couplement !

[Exit ArmaDO.

a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and King. Here is like to be a good presence of wor

soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbor, thies: "He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander, Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; alas, you see, how 'tis;-a little o'erparted :-But Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Ma- there are worthies a coming will speak their mind chabæus:

in some other sort. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive,

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. These four will change habits, and present the other five.

Enter HOLOFERNES arm'd, and Motu arm’d, for Biron. There is five in the first show.

Hercules. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge

Whose club killd Cerberus, that three-headed priest, the fool, and the boy :Abate a throw at novum;" and the whole world and when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

again, Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus: King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes Ergo, I come with this apology.-

amain.
[Seats brought for the King, Princess, fc. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.

[Exit Moth. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

Hol. Judas I am,-
Enter Costard arm’d, for Pompey.

Dum. A Judas!

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.
Cost. I Pompey am,
Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.
Cost. I Pompey am,

Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Boyet. With libbard's head on knee.

Biron. A kissing traitor:-How art thou prov'd

Judas? Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be

Hol. Judas I am,-
friends with thee.

Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Cost. I Pompeyam, Pompey surnam’d the big,-
Dum. The great.

Hol. What mean you, sir?

Boyet. To make Judas hang himself. Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the

Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. great;

Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make

elder. my foe to sweat: And, travelling along this coast, I here am come

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

Biron. Because thou hast no face. by chance;

Hol. What is this? And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France.

Boyet. A cittern head.

Dum. The head of a bodkin. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I

Biron. A death's face in a ring. had done. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Long. The face of an old Roman coin,scarce seen. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. perfect; I made a little fault in great.

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best worthy.

Dum. Ay, in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothEnter NATHANIEL arm’d, for Alexander.

drawer : Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun

world's commander, By east, west, north, and south, I spread my con Hol. You have put me out of countenance. quering might:

Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
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Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Dum. Hector trembles.

Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more And so, adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou Ates; stir them on! stir them on!

Duni. Hector will challenge him. Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him : belly than will sup a flea.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas: it grows man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-) pray dark, he may stumble.

you, let me borrow my arms again.
Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
baited!

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
[Exit HOLOFERNES. Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Enter Annapo arm'd, for Hector.

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole

lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your Hector in arms.

reputation. Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I will now be merry.

will not combat in my shirt. king. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath Boyet. But is this Hector?

ma the challenge. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

Biron. What reason have you for't ? Dum. More calf, certain.

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. I go woolward' for penance. Biron. This cannot be Hector.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the al- wore none, but a dish-clout of Jacquenetta's; and mighty,

that 'a wears next his heart, for a favor. Gave Hector a gift,

Enter MERCADE.
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Biron. A lemon,

Mer. God save you, madam!
Long. Stuck with cloves.

Prin. Welcome, Mercade; Dum. No, cloven.

But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Arm. Peace!

Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, The armi potent Mars, of lances the almighty, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherGave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;

Prin. Dead, for my life.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to I am that flower,

cloud. Dum. That mint.

Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free brcath: Long.

That columbine. I have seen the day of wrong through the little Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs soldier.

[Exeunt Worthies against Hector.

king. How fares your majesty ? Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away night. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; King. Malam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: Prin. Prepare, I say.—I thank you, gracious when he breath'd, he was a man.—But I will for

lords, ward with my device: Sweet royalty, [To the Prin. For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, cess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing. Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

[Binon whispers Costard. In your rich wisdom, to excuse or hide, Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de- The liberal opposition of our spirits: lighted.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. In the converse of breath, your gentleness Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord! Dum. He may not by the yard.

A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal.- Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is For my great suit so easily obtain'd. gone; she is two months on her way.

King. The extreme parts of time extremely form Arm. What meanest thou ?

All causes to the purpose of his speed; Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, And often, at his very loose, decides the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the That which long process could not arbitrate: child brags in her belly already; ʼtis yours. And though the mourning brow of progeny

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten- Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, tates? thou shalt die.

The holy suit which fain it would convince; Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jacque- Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, netta that is quick by him; and hanged, for Pom- Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it pey that is dead by him.

From what it purpos’d; since, to wail friends lost, Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great

• Ate was the goddess of discord. Pompey! Pompey the huge!

Clothed in wool, without linen. & Free to excess.

Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. | You are attaint with faults and perjury; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Therefore, if you my favor mean to get, grief;

A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, And by these badges understand the king. But seek the weary beds of people sick. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Kath. A wife !-A bcard, fair health, and hoHath much deform'd us, fashioning our humors

nesty ; Even to the opposed end of our intents:

With three-fold love I wish you all these three. And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? As love is full of unbefitting strains;

Kath. Not so, my lord;-atwelvemonth and a day All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say: Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,

Come when the king doth to my lady come, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. To every varied object in his glance:

Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Which party-coated presence of loose love

Long. What says Maria? Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,

Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,

I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies,

Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.
Our love being yours, the error that love makes Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me.
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
By being once false for ever to be true

What humble suit attends thy answer there;
To those that make us both,—fair ladies, you: Impose some service on me for thy love.
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Your favors, the embassadors of love;

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ; And, in our maiden council, rated them

Which you on all estates will execute, At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,

That lie within the mercy of your wit : As bombast, and as lining to the time:

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain ; But more devout than this, in our respects, And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, Have we not been; and therefore met your loves (Without the which I am not to be won,) In their own fashion, like a merriment.

You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Visit the speechless sick, and still converse than jest.

With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, Long. So did our looks.

With all the fierce endeavor of your wit, Ros.

We did not quote them so. To enforce the pained impotent to smile. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of Grant us your loves.

death? Prin.

A time, methinks, too short It cannot be; it is impossible: To make a world-without-end bargain in :

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much. Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
If for my love (as there is no such cause)

Which shallow laughing hearers give to
You will do aught, this shall you do for me : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed

of him that hears it, never in the tongue To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Of him that makes it: then if sickly years, Remote from all the pleasures of the world;

Deafʼd with the clamors of their own dear groans,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
Have brought about their annual reckoning; And I will have you, and that fault withal;
If this austere insociable life

But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
Change not your offer made in heat of blood; And I shall find you empty of that fault,
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Right joyful of your reformation.
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will But that it bear this trial, and last love;

befal, Then, at the expiration of the year,

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord: and so I take my leave. And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,

[To the King. I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut

King. No, madam: we will bring you on your My woeful self up in a mourning house;

way. Raining the tears of lamentation,

Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; For the remembrance of my father's death. Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy If this thou do deny, let our hands part;

Might well have made our sport a comedy. Neither intitled in the other's heart.

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,

day, To Hatter up these powers of mine with rest, And then 'twill end. The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!

Biron.

That's too long for a play. Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.

Enter ARMADO. Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what to me?

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Prin. Was not that Hector ? • Regard.

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Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger and take leave: The cuckoo then, on every tree, I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold Mocks married men, for thus sings he, the plough for her sweet love three years. But,

Cuckoo;
most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue Cuckoo, cucko0,–0 word of fear,
that the two learned men have compiled, in praise Unpleasing to a married ear!
of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed
in the end of our show.

III.
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Arm. Holla! approach.

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall

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And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Mori, Cos- And Tom bears logs into the hall, TARD), and others.

And milk comes frozen home in pail, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring;

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the

Then nightly sings the staring owl, cuckoo. Ver, begin.

To-who;

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
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While greasy Joan doth keelthe pot.
I.

IV.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady smocks all silver-white,

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
Do paint the meadows with delight, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

When roasted crabs' hiss in the bowl,
Cuckoo;

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,

To-who;
Unpleasing to a married ear!

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
II.

While greusy Joan doth keel the pot.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, songs of Apollo. You that way; we, this way.
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws,

[Exeunt. And maidens bleach their summer smocks,

3 Wild apples.

Scum.

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