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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.
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.
done. Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect Coft. O lord, fir, they would know,
50 Biror. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cofi. No, fir; but it is very fine,
For every one pursents three.
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. Cof. Not so, fir; under correction, fir; I hopes
' 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.
8 In years
You cannot beg us', fir, I can assure you, fir; wel Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-prieft,
the fool, and the boy :
A bare throw at novumajand the whole world again,
Cannot prick out 3 five such, take each one in his
King. The ship is under fail, and here he comes
[Pageant of the Nine Wribies.
Enter Coftard for Pompey.
Boyet. You lye, you are not he.
Coft.“ I Pompey am,”-
Dum. The great.
my foe to sweat;
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
perfect: I made a little fault in, great.
Enter Natbaniel for Alexander.
When great things labouring perith in their birth. 35 conquering might:
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it
stands too right 5.
(Converses apart with tbe King 140 smelling knight.
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good
world's commander :"-
Caft. O, fir, you have overthrown Alisander the
conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for
Bircr. There is five in the first thow. [five. look you, and foon dath'd ! He is a marvellous
Igood neighbour in sooth; and a very good bowler:
2 Novum was an old
6 canus ;
but for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis;a little Dum. More calf, certain.
Biron. This can't be Hector.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
[mighty, * Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Biron. A lemon.
[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!
« I am that flower," Hol. Not Iscariot, firm
Dum. That mint.
Long. That columbinc.
[Judas ? 20 runs against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried :
Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's Nipper.
30 Boyer. Loves her by the foot.
Dum. He may not by the yard.
Coff. The party is gone, fellow Hector, the is
gone, she is two months on her way. Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.
Arm. What mean'ft thou ?
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.
Hol. You have put me out of countenance. 40 tates? thou shalt die.
Coft. Then Mall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque-
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!
Biron, Greater than great, great, great, great
[ble. Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more
Dum, Hector will challenge him.
belly than will sup a flea.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
with a pole, like a northern
man : I'll Nah; I'll do't by the sword :- pray
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies,
601 Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Moth. Master,let me take you a button-hole lower.
Do you not fee, Pompey is uncafing for the combat?
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.
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,
To every varied object in his glance:
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
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
To those that make us both, fair ladies, you;
15 And even that falfhood, in itself a fin,
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
20 At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
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.
RoS. We did not quote them fo.
To make a world-without-end bargain in:
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore, this
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
40 Have brought about their annual reckoning :
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts, and fafts, hard lodging, and thin weedá,.
Then, at the expiration of the year,
, fince love's argument was first on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine,
I will be thine : and till that instant, shut
Raining the tears of lamentation,
For the remembrance of my father's death,
Neither intitled in the other's heart.
To flatters up thefe powers of mine with rett,
Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me?
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,
That is, 10 footb.
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.
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.
S ON G.
S P R I N G.
Wben daizies pied, and violets blue,
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,
The cuckow tben, on every trec,
Cuckow, cuckow, 0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
W I N T E R.
And Dick ibe finepberd blows bis nail,
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,
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,
Wbile greasy Joan dub keel the pot.
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.