This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and That so she died; for her physician tells me,

Study me how to please the eye indeed,

By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
And give him light that was it blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,

Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights,
Than those that walk, and wot not what they

are.

Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame,
And every godfather can give a name.

King. How well he's read, to reason against
reading!

[ing! Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceed. Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding!

Bir. The spring is near, when green geese are a breeding.

Dum. How follows that?

Biron. Fit in his place and time.
Dum. In reason nothing.
Bir. Something then in rhyme.

Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.

Bir. Well, say I am; why should proud sumBefore the birds have any cause to sing? [mer boast, Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

At Christmas I no more desire a rose

A maid of grace, and complete majesty,—
About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:
Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite
forgot.

Bir. So study evermore is overshot;
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should:
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
King. We must, of force, dispense with this de-
She must lie here on mere necessity.
[cree;
Bir. Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years'

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; A man in all the world's new fashion planted,

But like of each thing, that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,
Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron; adieu!
Bir. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay
with you;

And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And bide the penance of each three years' day.
Give me the paper, let me read the same;
And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.
King. How well this yielding rescues thee from
shame!

Bir. [reads.] Item, "That no woman shall come within a mile of my court."

And hath this been proclaim'd?

Long. Four days ago.

Bir. Let's see the penalty.

[reads.]" On pain of losing her tongue." Who devis'd this?

Long. Marry, that did I.

Bir. Sweet lord, and why?

Long. To fright them hence with that dread pen

Bir. A dangerous law against gentility. [alty. [reads.] Item, "If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court. can possibly devise."

This article, my liege, yourself must break:

For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,—

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:
One, whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;

A man of complements, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
But I protest, I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Bir. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.
Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our
sport;

And so to study, three years is but short.

Enter Dull, with a letter and Costard.
Dull. Which is the Duke's own person?
Biron. This, fellow; what would'st?

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough. but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.

Biron. This is he.

Bir. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony cause to climb in the merriness. Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation." [Dull.

Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, a virgin. in telling true, but so, so.

Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?

Ar. I spoke it tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. Ar. Pretty and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty.

Ar. Thou pretty, because little.

[apt?
Moth. Little pretty, because little: wherefore
Ar. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master
Ar. In thy condign praise.

Moth. A woman, master.

Ar. Of what complexion?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Ar. Tell me precisely of what complexion.
Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Ar. Is that one of the four complexions? [too. Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them Ar. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
Ar. My love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. masked under such colours.
Ar. What? that an eel is ingenious?

Moth. That an eel is quick.

Ar. Define, define, well educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue,

Ar. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou assist me! heatest my blood.

Ar. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Ar. Impossible.

Moth. How many is one thrice told?

Ar. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and pathetical!

Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe.

Ar. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of

a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.
Ar. I confess both; they are both the varnish |

of a complete man.

white and red.

Ar. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a

Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Ar. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, master.

Ar. Most sweet Hercules!-More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

Ar. O well-knit Samson! strong jointed Samson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too.Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.

Ar. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well.

Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love
than my master.
[aside.
Ar. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light
Ar. I say, sing.
[wench.
Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.
Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep
Costard safe: and you must let him take no de-
light, nor no penance; but a'must fast three days
a week: For this damsel I must keep her at the
park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare
you well.

Ar. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid.
Jaq. Man.

Ar. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq. That's hereby.

Ar. I know where it is situate.
Jaq. Lord, how wise you are!
Ar. I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq. With that face?
Ar. I love thee.

Jaq. So I heard you say.
Ar. And so farewell.