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Can any face of brass hold longer out? What did the Ruffian whisper in your ear? Here Stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;

Ros. Madam, he fwore, that he did hold me dear Bruise me with fcorn,co found me with a fout; As precious eye-fight; and did value me Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; s That he would wed me, or elfe die my lover. And I will with thee never more to dance,

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Nor never more in Ruffian habit wait. Moft honourably doth uphold his word. (troth, O! never will I trust to fpeechés penn'd,

King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; I never swore this lady fuch an oath. Nor never come in vizor to my friend;

Ros. By heaven you did ; and to confirm it plain, Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's fong: You gave me this; but take it, fir, again. Taffata phrases, filken terms precife,

Kirg. My faith, and this, the princess I did give : Three-pild hyperboles, spruce affectation, knew her by this jewel on her fleeve. Figures pedantical; these summer flies

Prin. Pardon me, fir, this jewel did the wear; Have blown me full of maggot oftentation : 15 And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.I do forswear them: and I here proteft,

What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? By this white glove, (how white the hand, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.God knows !)

I see the trick on't ;-Here was a confent, Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd (Knowing aforehand of our merriment)

In ruffet yeas, and honest kerfey noes : 20 To dash it like a Christmas comedy: And to begin, wench--so God help me, la!.. Some carry-tale, some please-man, some flight zany?, My love to thee is sound, fans crack or flaw. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, fome Rof. Sans SANS ?, I pray you.

Dick, Biron. Yet I have a trick

That smile; his cheek in years 8; and knows the trick Of the old rage:-bear with me, I am fick; 125) To make my lady laugh, when she's disposid, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see;

Told our intents before : which once disclos'd, Write, L rd bave mercy on us 3, on those three; The ladies did change favours; and then we, They are infected, in their hearts it lies;

Following the figns, woo'd but the sign of the. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Now, to our perjury to add more terror, These lords are visited; you are not free, 30 We are again forsworn; in will, and error%. For the Lord's tokens on you do I fee. [us. Much upon this it is :- And might not you Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to

[To Boyet. Birin. Our states are forfeit, leek not to undo us. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true, Do not you know my lady's foot by the fquier 10, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue 4? 35 And laugh upon the apple of her eye?

Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. And stand between her back, fir, and the fire, Ref. Nor Mall not, if I do as I intend.

Holding a trencher, jefting merrily? Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd";

King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd, Some fair excuse.

[greffion 40 You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, Prin. The faireft is confeffion.

Wounds like a leaden (word.
Were you not here, but even now, difquis'd? Boyet. Full merrily
King. Madam, I was.

Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Prin. And were you well advis'd?

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have King. I was, fair madam.

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done. Prin. When you then were here,

Enter Coftard.
What did you whisper in your lady's ear? [her. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fáir fray.

King. That more than all the world I did respect Coft. O lord, fir, they would know,
Prin. When she thall challenge this, you will Whether the three worthies Mall come in, or no.
reject her.

50 Biror. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cofi. No, fir; but it is very fine,
Prir, Peace, peace, forbear;

For every one pursents three.
Your oath broke once, you force not to forfwear s. Biron. And three times thrice is nine,

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Cof. Not so, fir; under correction, fir; I hopes
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it ;-Rosaline, 1551 it is not so:

' A metaphor taken from the pile of velvet. ? That is, without French words. 3 The infcrip. tion put upon the doors of the houses infected with the plague. 4 Our author here puns upon the word fue, which signifies to profecute by law, or to offer a petition. 5 That is, You make no difficulty to forswear. 6 That is, a conspiracy. That is, a buffoon, a merry Andrew. fignifies, into wrinkles. 9 i. e. Firit in will, and afterwards in error. 10 From the French esquierre, a rule or -jguare. The fense is nearly equivalent to the proverbial expression, be bath got the lengib of ber fet; i. c. he hath humoured her so long that he can persuade her to what he pleases. is, You may say what you will.

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You cannot beg us', fir, I can assure you, fir; wel Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-prieft,
know what we know :

the fool, and the boy :
I hope, fir, three times thrice, fir,

A bare throw at novumajand the whole world again,
Biron. Is not nine.

Cannot prick out 3 five such, take each one in his
Coft. Under correction, fir, we know whereuntill 5 vein.
tar it doth amount.

King. The ship is under fail, and here he comes
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for amain.

[Pageant of the Nine Wribies.
nine.

Enter Coftard for Pompey.
Cij. O Lord, fir, it were pity you should get your Coff. “ 1 Pompey am,'
na pia living by reckoning, fir.

Boyet. You lye, you are not he.
Biror, How much is it?

Coft.“ I Pompey am,”-
Cf. O Lord, fir, the parties themselves, the Boyet. With libbard's head on knee 4.
actors, fir, will thew whereuntil it doth amount : Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be
for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfe&friends with thee.

[Big,"
one man in one poor man; Pompion the great, fir. 15 Cis. “ Pompey am, Pompey furnamed the
Biren. Art thou one of the worthies?

Dum. The great.
Coft. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Coft. It is great, fir;" Pompey surnam'd the
Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know

great;
not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand " That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make
for him.

my foe to sweat;
Biren. Go, bid them prepare. [rome care. " And, travelling along this coaft, I here am come
Ceft. We will turn it finely off, fir, we will take

by chance;
King. Biron, they will thame us, let them not for And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet
approach,
[Exit Coftard.
lass of France."

[done.
Biran. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis 2 5|If your ladyship would say, Tbanks, Pompey, I had
some policy

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
To have one show worse than the king's and his Coft. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was
company.

perfect: I made a little fault in, great.
King. I say, they shall not come. [now; Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves
Prir. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-sule you 30 the best worthy.
That (port best pleases, that doth least know how;

Enter Natbaniel for Alexander.
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Narb. " When in the world I liv'd, I was the
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents,

world's commander;
There form confounded makes most form in mirth; for By east, west, north, and fouth, I spread my

When great things labouring perith in their birth. 35 conquering might:
bris Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. |- My'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander."
Enter Armado.

Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it
Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of

stands too right 5.
thy royal fweet breath as will utter a brace of Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this most tender
words.

(Converses apart with tbe King 140 smelling knight.
Prin. Doch this man serve God?

Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good
Biron. Why ask you?

Alexander.
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Natb. When in the world I liv'd, I was the
Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey mo-

world's commander :"-
narch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceed-45 Bayer. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
ing fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : Bud Biron. Pompey the greatz-
we will put it, as they fay, to fortuna della guerra. Coft. Your servant, and Costard. [fander.
I wish you the peace of mind, moft royal couple Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali-

Caft. O, fir, you have overthrown Alisander the
King. Here is like to be a good presence of wor- 50 conqueror! [To Narb.] You will be scraped out
thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the {wain, of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds
Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Alexander ;] his poll-ax fitting on a close-stool®, will be given
Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Mac to A-jax?; he will then be the ninth worthy. A

conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for
And if these four worthies in their first how thrive, 55 mame, Alisander. (Exit Narb.] There, an 't shall
These four will change habits, and present the other please you! a foolinh mild man, an honest man,

Bircr. There is five in the first thow. [five. look you, and foon dath'd ! He is a marvellous
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.

Igood neighbour in sooth; and a very good bowler:
Meaning, we are not fools ; our next relations cannot beg the wardship of our persons and for.
tunes. One of the legal tests of a natural is to try whether he can number.

2 Novum was an old
game at dice. 3 A phrafe still in use among gardeners. 4 This alludes to the old heroic habits,
which on the knees and thoulders had usually, by way of ornament, the resemblance of a leopard's
or lion's head. s To relish this joke, the reader Mould recollect, that the head of Alexander was
obliquely placed on his shoulders. 6 Alluding to the arms given to the nine worties in the old hife
tory,
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but for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis;a little Dum. More calf, certain.
o'erparted :-But there are worthies a-coming will Boyet. No; he is best indu'd in the small.
[peak their mind in some other fort.

Biron. This can't be Hector.
Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Morb for Hercules. 5 Arm." The armipotent Mars, of lances the al.
Hol. " Great Hercules is presented by this imp, “ Gave Hector a gift,—"

[mighty, * Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

Biron. A lemon.
« And, when he was a babe, a child, a Mrimp, Long. Stuck with cloves 4.
“ Thus did he strangle serpents in his maxus ; Dum. No, cloven.

[the almighty, " Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

Arm. Peace! “ The armipotent Mars, of lances “ Ergo, I come with this apology.-"

“ Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion! [yea, [To Morb.] Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. - A man so breath'd, that, certain, he would fight, Hol. “ Judas I am,"

[Exit Moth. " From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Dum. A Judas!

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« I am that flower," Hol. Not Iscariot, firm

Dum. That mint.
* Judas I am, ycleped Macchabæus."

Long. That columbinc.
Dum. Judas Macchabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou provid Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it
Hol. “ Judas I am,—"

[Judas ? 20 runs against Hector.
Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Hol. What mean you, sir?

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried :
Hol. Begin, fir; you are my elder. [elder. when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will for-
Biron. Well follow'd; Judas was hangid on an 25 ward with my device; (To the Princess] sweet
Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. froyalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de.
Hol. What is this?

llighted.
Boyet. A cittern ' head.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's Nipper.
Dum. The head of a bodkin.

30 Boyer. Loves her by the foot.
Biron. A death's face in a ring.

[seen.

Dum. He may not by the yard.
Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Arm." This Hector farfurmounted Hannibal,"
Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

Coff. The party is gone, fellow Hector, the is
Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flaska,

gone, she is two months on her way. Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.

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Arm. What mean'ft thou ?
Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Coft. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the drawer;

[tenance. child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours.
And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun Arm. Doft thou infamonize me among potes-

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. 40 tates? thou shalt die.
Biron, False; we have given thee faces.

Coft. Then Mall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque-
Hel. But you have out-fac'd them all.

netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, før PomBiron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. pey that is dead by him.

Beyer. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Dum. Most rare Pompey!
And loadieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay : 45 Boyfr. Renowned Pompey!
Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Biron, Greater than great, great, great, great
Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him: Pompey! Pompey the huge !
Judas, away.

[ble. Dum. Hector trembles.
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not hum-

Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more
Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas; it grows dark, 50 Atess; stir them on, stir them on!
he may stumble.

Dum, Hector will challenge him.
Prin. Alas, poor Macchabæus, how he hath Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's
been baited!

belly than will sup a flea.
Enter Armado, for Hetor.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes 55 Ceft. I will not fight

with a pole, like a northern
Hector in arms.

man : I'll Nah; I'll do't by the sword :- pray
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I Jyou, let me borrow my arms again.
will now be merry,

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies,
King. Hector was but a Trojan 3 in respect of this. Cof. I'll do it in my shirt.
Boyd. But is this Hector?

601 Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean timber'd.

Moth. Master,let me take you a button-hole lower.
Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

Do you not fee, Pompey is uncafing for the combat?
'A cittern was a musical instrument of the barp kind. 2 That is, a soldier's powder-horn.
3 A Trojan, in the time of Shakspeare, was a cant term for a thief.

4 An orange

ftuck with cheese appears to have been a common new-year's gift. 5 Ate was the heathen goddess who incited bloode Med. • Meaning the weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey.

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What mean you ? you will lose your reputation All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, will not combat in my shirt.

Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made Varying in subjects as the eye doth roul
the challenge.

To every varied object in his glance:
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Which party-coated presence of loose love,
Biron. What reason have you for't?

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,
I go woolward' for penance.

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Buget. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome 10 Suggested 3 us to make: Therefore, ladies,

for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he Our love being yours, the error that love makes on lo wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, that a' wears next his heart for a favour.

By being once false for ever to be true
Enter Mercade.

To those that make us both, fair ladies, you;
Mer. God save you, madam!

15 And even that falfhood, in itself a fin,
Prir. Welcome, Mercade;

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
But that thou interrupt'st cur merriment.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Your favours, the embassadors of love;
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father And, in our maiden council, rated them
Prin. Dead, for my life.

20 At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
Mer. Even fo: my tale is told.

As bombast 4 and as lining to the time: Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. But more devout than this, in our respects, Am. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Have we not been; and therefore met your lover I have seen the days of wrong through the little In their own fashion, like a merriment. [than jest. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a 25 Dum. Our letters, madam, Mhew'd much moro foldier.

(Exeunt Wortbics. Long. So did our looks.
King. How fares your majesty?

RoS. We did not quote them fo.
Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
King. Madam, not fo; I do beseech you, stay. Grant us your loves.
Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious lords, 30 Prin. A time, methinks, too short
For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,

To make a world-without-end bargain in:
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,

Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore, this
The liberal? opposition of our spirits :

If for my love (as there is no such cause)
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves 35 You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
In the converse of breath, your gentleness Your oath I will not truft: but go with speed
Was guilty of it.—Farewell, worthy lord ! To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue :

Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
Excuse me so, coming so sort of thanks There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

40 Have brought about their annual reckoning :
King. The extreme parts of time extremely forms If this auftere infociable life
All causes to the purpose of his speed;

Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
And often, at his very loose, decides

If frosts, and fafts, hard lodging, and thin weedá,.
That which long process could not arbitrate : Nip not the gaudy bloffoms of your love;
And though the mourning brow of progeny 145 But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love

Then, at the expiration of the year,
The holy fuit which fain it would convince; Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Yet

, fince love's argument was first on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine,
Let not the cloud of forrow justle it

I will be thine : and till that instant, shut
From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends loft, 50 My woeful self up in a mourning-house;
Is not by much fo wholesome, profitable,

Raining the tears of lamentation,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

For the remembrance of my father's death,
Prim. I understand you not, my griefs are double. If this thou do deny, let our hands part;
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of

Neither intitled in the other's heart.
And by these badges understand the king. [grief ;-255 King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,
For your fair fakes have we neglected time,

To flatters up thefe powers of mine with rett,
Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladies, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
Even to the opposed end of our intents :

Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me?
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

60 Rof. You must be purged too, your fins are ranki As love is full of unbefitting strains ;

You are attaint with fault and perjury: 'To go wsolevard was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries, and means, that he was cloached in quool, and not in linen. 2 Liberal here signifies, as has been remarked in other places, free to excess. 3 That is, tempted us.

4 Bombaft was a stuff of loose texture, used formerly to fwell the garment, and thence used to signify bulk, or thew without folidity,

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Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

Biron. That's too long for a play. A twelve-month shall you spend, and never reft,

Enter Armado. But seek the weary beds of people fick.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to Prin. Was not that Hector? me?

[nefty : 15 Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. Karb. A wife !-a beard, fair health, and ho Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I with you all these three. leave: I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife to hold the plough for her sweet love three year.

Karb.Not so, my lord ;--a twelve-month and a day But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the diI'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: 10 alogue that the two learned men have compiled, Come when the king doth to my lady come, in praise of the owl and the cuckow ? it thould Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. have follow'd in the end of our now.

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Kaib. Yet swear not, left you be forsworn again. Arm. Holla! approach.
Long. What says Maria ?

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Enter all, for the song. Mer. At the twelve-month's end,

This fide is Hiems; winter.

[owl, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. This Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. The other by the cuckow.
Mar. The liker you; few taller are fo young. Ver, begin.
Biror. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, 20

S ON G.
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,

S P R I N G.
What humble suit attends thy answer there;
Impose some service on me for thy love.

Wben daizies pied, and violets blue,
Ros
. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,

And lady-smocks all flver-wbite, Before I saw you, and the world's large tongue 25

And cuckow-buds of yellow bue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;

Do paint tbe meadows with deligbt, Full of comparisons, and wounding fouts;

Tbe cuckow tben, on every tree, Which you on all estates will execute,

Mocks marry'd men, for ibus fings beg That lie within the mercy of your wit :

Cuckow; To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; 30

Cuckow, cuckowem word of fear, And therewithal, to win me, if you please,

Unpleasing to a married ear! (Without the which I am not to be won)

Wben shepherds pipe on oaten fraws, You shall this twelve-month terni from day to day

And merry larks are plowmen's clocks, Visit the speechless lick, and still converse

Wben turtles tread, and ruoks, and daws,
With groaning wretches; and your task Mall be, 35 And maidens bleach ibeir summer smocks,
With all the fierce' endeavour of your wit,

The cuckow tben, on every trec,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile. (death? Mocks married men, for ibus fings be,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of

Cuckow ;
It cannot be; it is impossible :

Cuckow, cuckow, 0 word of fear,
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Unpleasing to a married ear!
Rof. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

W I N T E R.
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : Wben icicles bang by :be wall,
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

And Dick ibe finepberd blows bis nail,
of him that hears it, never in the tongue 45 And Tom bears logs into tbe ball,
Of him that makes it: then, if fickly ears,

And milk comes frozen bome in pail, Deafʼd with the clamours of their own dear- groans, Wben blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Will hear your idle fcorns, continue then,

Then nigbtly fings the faring owl, And I will have you, and that fault withat;

To-qubo; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,

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Tu-wbit, to-wbo, a merry note, And I mall find you empty of that fault,

Wbile greasy Joan dutb keel tbe por 3. Right joyful of your reformation.

Wben all aloud the wind derb blow, Biron. A twelve-month? well, befal what will

And cougbing drowns tbt parfon's jawa, befal, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital.

And birds fit brooding in tbe fnugu, 55

Ard Marian's nose looks red and raw, Prir. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.

When roasted crabs biss in tbe bowl, [To the King.

Then nigbtly fing's the faring owl, King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way.

To-wbo; [play ;

Tu-wbit, to-who, a merry note,
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old 60

Wbile greasy Joan dub keel the pot.
Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtely
Might well have made our sport a comedy.

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the King. Come, fir, it wants a twelve-month and a songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. And then 'twill end.

[Exeunt omnes. 1 Fierce here means vebement, rapid. 2 Dr. Johnson thinks, that dear should here, as in many other places, be sere, Sad, odious. • j. 6. Ssum ebe pos. The word is yet used in Ireland, 4 j.e. his discourse.

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