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Love's Labour's Lost.
FROM THE TEXT OF
MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.
Ferdinand, King of Navarre.
} Lords, atlending on the Princess of France.
Princess of France.
Officers, and others, attendants on the King
LOVE'S LABOUR’S LOST.
A PARK, WITH A PALACE IN IT.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen
edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires,Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, That are recorded in this schedule here:
Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names;
Long I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' fast; 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. But there are other strict observances : As, not to see a woman in that term; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there: And, one day in a week to touch no food; And but one meal on every day beside; The which, I hope, is not enrolled there: And then, to sleep but threë hours in the night; And not be seen to wink of all the day;:(When I was wont to think no harm all night, it is And make a dark night too of half the day :)):-17 Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there. Ops O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; +.!; Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep.
King. Your oath is pass’d to pass away from these. Biron. Let me say, no, my liege, an if you please;