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Thy mantle good,
"What, stain'd with blood?
“Approach, ye furies fell!
O fates! come, come; "Cut thread and thrum ;* Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!"t The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. "O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?
"Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : “Which_is—no, no-which was the fairest dame,
"That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.‡
"Come, tears, confound; "Out, sword, and wound The pap of Pyramus:
"Ay, that left pap, "Where heart doth hop: "Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. "Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
"My soul is in the sky :
'Tongue, lose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die.
Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might| yet recover, and prove an ass.
Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.
Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
This. "Asleep, my love?
"What, dead, my dove?
"O Pyramus, arise,
"Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
"Must cover thy sweet eyes.
"These lily brows,
"These yellow cowslip cheeks,
* Coarse yarn. ↑ Destroy. + Countenance.
The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead.
Dem. Ay, and wall too.
Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company?
The. No epilogue I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly ; and very notably discharged. come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn,
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
SCENE II-Enter PUCK.
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote; To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.
And the issue, there create,
So shall all the couples three
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall upon their children be.-
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Make no stay;
Meet me all by all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended,)
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
But there are other strict observances :
SCENE I.-Navarre.-A Park, with a Pa- As, not to see a woman in that term;
lace in it.
Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: 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, That is, To live and study here three years.
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away
Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you I only swore to study with your grace, [please; And stay here in your court for three years'
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the
Biron. By yea and nay, Sir, then I swore in jest.
What is the end of study? let me know.
King. Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recom
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study To know the thing I am forbid to know: [so As thus-To study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
King. These be the stops that hinder study
And train our intellects to vain delight.
As, painfully to pore upon a book, [while To seek the light of truth; while truth the Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile :
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. 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. [fame; Too much to know, is to know nought but And every godfather can give a name. King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!
Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.
Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a breeding.
Dum. How follows that?
Biron. Fit in his place and time.
Biron. Something then in rhyme.
Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping+ frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast,
Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in an abortive birth? At Christmas I no more desire a rose [shows;‡ Than wish a snow in May's new fangled 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, set you out: go home, Biron; adieu!
Biron. 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
This article, my liege, yourself must break; For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,
A maid of grace, and cómplete 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.
Biron. 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 decree;
She must lie* here on mere necessity.
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' space:
For every man with his affects is born;
Not by might master'd, but by special grace: If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, I am forsworn on mere necessity.— So to the laws at large I write my name : [Subscribes. And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shame :
Suggestionst are to others, as to me; But, I believe, although I seem so loath, I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick‡ recreation granted? King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is haunted
With a refined traveller of Spain; A man in all the world's new fashion planted, 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 de
Biron. Sweet lord, and why? Long. To fright them hence with that dreading penalty.
Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [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.—
* Dishonestly, treacherously. † Nipping.
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touchme.
King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.
Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? Long. To hear meekly, Sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.
Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb to the merriness.
Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.*
Biron. In what manner?
Cost. In manner and form following, Sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, Sir, for the manner,-itis the manner of a man to speak to a woman: for the form,-in some form. Biron. For the following, Sir?
Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; And God defend the right!
King. Will you hear this letter with attention?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle.
Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,— Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. King. So it is,—
Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so, so.
Cost.-of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when: Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: But to the place, where,-It standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,
Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull.
King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty, DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard. King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?
Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation? Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.
King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.
Cost. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damosel.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. Cost. This was no damosel neither, Sir; she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with a maid.
King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir. King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You shall fast a week with bran and water. Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er. And go we, lords, to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly
[Exeunt KING, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's
hat, [scorn.These oaths and laws will prove an idle Sirrah, come on.
Cost. I suffer for the truth, Sir: for true.it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Another part of the same.-ARMADO'S House.
Enter ARMADO and MOTH. Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal?*
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
Arm. 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 appertanent title to your old time, which we may name tough.
Arm. Pretty, and apt.