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King. All hail, sweet madain, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive.
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may.
Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave.
King. We came to visit you; and

purpose now To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then, Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your

VOW:
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.
King. Rebuke me not for’tliat which you provoke;

The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should

have spoke ;
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

As the unsullied lily, I protest,
A world of torments though I'should endure,

I would not yield to be your house's guest;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear. -

We have liad pastimes here, and pleasant game; A iness of Russians left us but of late.

King. How, madam? Russians ?
Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtsliip, and of state.
Ros. Madam, speak true : It is not so, my

lord; My lady (to the manner of the days*), In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. We four, indeed, confronted here with four In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, And talk'd apace; and in that haur, my lord, They did not bless us with ou'e happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, Wheu they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

After the fashion of the times.

you wore?

Biron. This jest is dry to me--Fair, gentle sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish;, when we grect With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: Your capacity Is of that nature, that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor..

Ros: This proves you wise and rich; for in my eye, Biron. I am a fool, aod fall of poverty.

Ros. But that you take what doch to you belong, It were a fault to spatch words from my tongue.

Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Ros. All the fool mine?
Biron,

I cannot give you less.
Ros. Which of the visors was it, that
Biron. Where? when? what visor? wliy demand

you this? Ros. There, then, thatvisor; that superfluous case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. We are descried: they'll mock us now

downright. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your liigh

ness sad? Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why

look you pale?Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for per

jury... Can any face of brass hold longer outHere stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout? Thrust, thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thec never more to dance,

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, :

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend*;

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Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

Have blown me full of maggot ostentation:
I do forswear them; and I here protest,
By this white glove (how white the hand, God

knows !)
IIenceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes:
And, to begin wench,--So God help me, la!
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Ros. Sans Sans, I pray you.
Biron.

Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage bear with me, I am sick ;
l'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three;
They are infected, in their hearts it lies,
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes:
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.

Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you.
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end.
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans-

gression Some fair excuse. Prin.

The fairest is confession.
Were you not here, but even, now, disguis'd?

King. Madam, I was.
Prin.

And were you well advisid?
King. I was, fair madam.
Prin.

When you then were here,
That did you whisper in your lady's ear?"
King. That more than all the world I did respeet

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Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re.

ject her.
King. Upon mine honour, no.
Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear;
Your oath once broke, you force* not to forswear.

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.

Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosalive,
What did the Russian wliisper in your ear?

Ros. Madam, lie-swore, that he did hold me dear
As precious eye-siglit; and did value me
Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,
That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Most honourably doth uphold his word.
King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my

troth,
I never swore this lady such an oath,

Ros. By heaven, you did ; aud to confirm it plain,
You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.

King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give;
I know her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :-
What; will you have me, or your pearl again?

Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.
I see the trick on't;-Here was a consent t
(Knowing aforehand of our merriment),
To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zanys,
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some

is . Dick,-
That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispus'd-
Told our intents before : which once disclos'd,
The ladies did change favours; and then we,
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn; in will, and error.

* Make no difficulty.

+ Conspiracy. Buffoou. Mach upon this it is :- And might not you,

(To Boyet. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,

And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
And stand betweew her back, sir, and the fire,

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd.
You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet.

Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this

career,

been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have

done.

Enter Costard.

Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Whether the three worthies shall come in, or ne.

Biron. What, are there but three.
Cost.

No, sir; but it is vara fine,
For every one pursents three.
Biron.

And three times thrice is nine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope,

it is not so: You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we

know what we know: I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Biron.

Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for

nine, Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.

Biron. How much is it?

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