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Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit Dull. What is Dietynna? the clout.
Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the moon. Bejet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your hand Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was is in.
no more ; Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the And raught not to five wecks, when he came to five
pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow The allusion holds in the exchange. foul.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal- | <xchange. lenge her to bowl.
Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my
holds in the exchange. [Freunt Boyet and Maria. Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! for the moon is never but a month old : and I say be. Lord, lor!!! how the ladies and I have put him down! side, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd. Omy troth, most sweet iests! most incony xulgar wit! Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an externporal epWhen it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, itaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the
ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess killid, a Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! prieket. To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' shall please you to abrogate scurrility. will swear!
Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit ! facility. Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
The prniseful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty Sola, sola! [Shouting within. Exit Cost. running. pleasing pricket;
Some say, a sore ; but not a sore, till now made sore SCENE II.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir Na.
with shooting thaniel, and Dull.
The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps from Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the thicket; testimony of a good conscience.
Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a hoolHol. The deer was, as vou know, in sanguis -blood : ing. ripe as a pomewater-who now hang-th like a jewel if sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; O in the ear of coclo,—the sky, the welkin, the heaven;
sore L! and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,--the Of one sore I an hundred make, y adding but one soil, the land, the earth.
more L. Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are Nath. A rare talent! sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
with a talent. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a Dull. 'Twas not a hrud credo, 'twas a pricket. foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes,
Hol. Most barbarvus intimation! yet a kind of in objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : sinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished facere, as it were, replication-or, rather, ostentare to in the womb of pia mater; and deliver'd upon the show, as it were, his inclination after his undressed, mellowing of occasion : But the gift is good in those unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rath in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. er, unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion-to Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may insert again my haud credo for a deer.
my parishioners; for their sons are well tutord by Dull. I said the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a you, and their daughters profit very greatly under pricket.
you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. Hol. Twice sod simplieity, his coctus !-- thou mon Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall ster ignorance, how de formed dost thou look!
no instruction : if their daughters be capable, I Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui pauca loquitur : bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he a soul feminine saluteth us. hath pot drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished;
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts ; Jaq. God give you good-morrow, master person. And such barren plants are set before us, that we Hol. Master person,-quasi person. And if one thankful should be
should be pierced, which is the one? (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that Cost. Marry, master school-master, he that is likest do fructify in us more than he.
to a hogshead. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, Hol. Of piercing a hogshead ! a good lustre of com or a fool,
ceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a enough for a swine : 'tis pretty ; it is well. school:
Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this But, omne bene, say I ; being of an old father's wind, letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me froin Many can brook the weather, that love not the rrind. Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it. Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your Hol, Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub wit,
umbra. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five Riiminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan ! I weeks old as yet ?
may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice : Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good man -Vinegia, Vinegia, Dull.
Chi non te vede, ci non le pregia.
Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth the Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fr. Under par it.-Sir, [TO Dull.] I do invite you too; you shall not don, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, as Horace
say me, nay: pauca verba. Away : the gentles are says in his-What, my soul, Terses?
at their game, and we will to our recreation. Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
[Exeunt. Hel. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, damine.
SCENE III.- Another part of the same. Enter Bi Nath. If love make me forsworn, bow shall I swear
ron, with a paper. to love?
Biron. The king he is huntiug the deer; I am coursAh, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed ! ing myself: They have pitched a toil; I am toiling Though to mys:lf forsworu, to thee I'll faithful prove; in a pitch: pitch that defiles ; defile ! a foul word. Those thoughts to me were oaks, to the like osiers Well, sit thee down, sorrow! for so, they say, the fool bowed.
said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes; By the lord, this love is as mad as A'ax: it kills shexp; Whete all those pleasures live, that art would com it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again on my side! prehend:
I will not love: if I do, hang me; l'faith, I will not. II knowk dee be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; 0, but her eye,-by this light, but for her eye, I would Well learned is that tongue, that well can the com
not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do notir mend:
ing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder; heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts ad- and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, mire :)
and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o'my Thy ere Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, thunder,
and the lasly hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetWhieh, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. est lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the Celestial as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong,
other three were in : Here comes one with a paper; That singsbeaven's praise with such an earthly tongue! God give him grace to groan! Hel. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the
[Gets up into a tree. accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are on
Enter the King, with a paper. hy numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, King. Ah me! and golden eadenee of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was Biron. [ Aside.] Shot, by heavea !– Proceed, sweet the man: and wby, indeed, Naso ; but for smelling Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt urout the odoriferous flowers of faney, the jerks of in der the left pap:-I'faith secrets.vention? Imitari, is nothing : so doth the hound his ) King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Bet damos la virgin, was this directed to you? As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have emote
jeg. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of the The night of dew, that on my cheeks down forss trange queen's lords.
Nor shines the silver moon one half su bright Hel. I will overglanee the superscript. To the snow Through the transparent bosom of the deep, okite kand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I As doth thy face through tears of mine give lights will book again on the intellect of the letter, for the Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: botination of the party writing to the person written
No drop, but as a coach, doth carry thee,
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Tour ledyship's in all desired employment, Biron.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me, -Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with And they thy glory through thy grief will show : the king ; and here be hath framed a letter to a se But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep quart of the stranger queen's, which, aceidentally, or My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. by the way of progression, hath miscarried.-Trip and
queen of queens, how far dost thou excel ! go, may sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.. of the king; it may eoneun mueh : Stay not thy eom
How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; plinat; I forgive thy duty; adieu.
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? JegGood Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save your
Enter Longaville, with a paper. Cast. Have with thee, my girl. (E.xe. Cost. and Jaq. What, Longaville ! and reading ! listen, ear. Netta Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, Biron. [ Aside.) Now, in thy likeness, one more fooly Fery nligiously; and, as a certain father saith
appear! Hel. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colour Lon. Ah me! I am forsworn. stie colours. But, to return to the verses; did they Biron. [ Aside.] Why, he comes in a like perjure, please you, sir Nathaniel ?
wearing papers. Noth. Marvellous well for the pen.
King. ( Aside.] In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in Hol. I do dine today at the father's of a certain shame! pagpil of mine ; where if, before repast, it shall please Biron. [ Aside.] One drunkard loves another of the you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privikge I have with the parents of the aforesaid Lon. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? dik of pupil, undertake your hen venuto; where I Biron. [ Aside.) I could put thee in comfort; noi will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither by two, that I know : steuring of poetry, wit, nor invention : 1 beseech Thou mak'st the triunviry, the corner-cap of society, your society,
The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. Neth. And thank you too: for society, (saith the Lon. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power tomorr: mul) is tą bappiness of life.
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
But alack, my hand is stvorn,
Voro, alack, for youth unmeet :
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee : Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear, ("Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,)
Juno but an Ethion were ; Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
And deny himself for Jove, Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment.
Turning mortal for thy love.A woman I forsrore;-but, I will prove,
This will I send ; and something else more plain,
That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
Were lovers too! Il, to example ill,
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, For none offend, where all alike do dote.
Lon. Duingin, thy love is far from charity, If broken then, it is no fault of mine;
That in love's grief desir'st society : [Advancing If by me broke, What fool is not so wise,
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To lose an oath to win a pararlise ?
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. Biron. [ Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes
King. Come, sir, [Advancing.) you blush : as his flesh a deity;
your case is such ; A gr en goose, a gordess : pure, pure idolatry.
You chide at him, offending twice as much :
Did never sonnet for her sake compile ;
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
(Stepping aside. I have bren closely shrouded in this bush, Biron. [ Asisle. ] All híd, all hid, an old infant play: And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Like a demi-god, bu're sit I in the sky,
I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion; Aid wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'ereye.
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries ; Dumain transforu'd : four woodcocks in a dish! One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Dun. O most divine Kate !
You would for paradise break faith and troth ;
(T. Long [ Aside.
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath Dim. By henven, the wonder of a mortal eye?
[To Dumain. Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you lie.
What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
[ Aside. A faith infringd, which such a zeal did swear ? Dum, Her amber hairs for foul have amber coled. How will he scorn ? how will he spend his wit? Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted,
How will be triumph, leap, and laugh at it? [Aside.
For all the wealth that ever I did see, Dum. As upright as the cedar.
I would not have him know so much by mc. Biron.
Stoop, I say;
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy:Her shoulder is with child.
[ Aside. | Ah, good my lieu-; I pray thee, pardon me : Dum. As fair as day.
[Descends from the tree. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must
Good heart, what grace bast thou, thus to reprove shine.
[ Aside. These worms for loving, that art most in love ? Dum. O that I had my wish!
Your eyes do make no coaches ; in your tears,
There is no certain princess that appears :
[Aside. But are you not asham’d? nay, are you not, Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she
All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ? Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
You found his mote ; the king your mote did sce;
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of tecn!
[ Aside. To see a king transforined to a gnat! Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)
To see great Hercules whipping a gigs,
And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,
And Nestor play at pusb-pin with the boys,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys !-
Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain :-
And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
And where my liege's ? all about the breast-
A caudle, ho?
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view
Birsn. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
King. Soft ; Whither away so fast ?
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
What present hast thou there?
What makes treason here?
Ifit mar nothing neither,
King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter.
of Costard. King,
Where hadat thou it?
fear it. Lon. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's
hear it. Dur. It is Biroc's writing, and here is his name.
[Picks up the pieces. Biren. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.
up the mess :
Duar. Now the number is even.
True, true ; we are four :-
Hence, sirs ; away. lut. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
[Exeunt Cost. and Jaq. Eirofi. Sweet lonts, sweet lovers, O let us embrace!
As true we are, as flesh and blood can be :
Young blood will not obey an old decree :
At the first opening of the gorgeous east, iews mat lais vassal head ; and, strucken blind,
kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? Whai jaemptory eagle-sighted eye,
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty ?
King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon ;
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron :
O, but for my love, day would turn to night!
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth scek.
Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it not :
She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot.
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy.
King. By beaven, thy love is black as ebony.
A wife of such wood were felicity.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack,
No face is fair, that is not full so black.
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night ;
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair,
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
For native blood is courated painting now;
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
For fear their colours should be wash d away.
[Showing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as she walk'd over head. King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworz. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now
Lon. O, some authority how to proceed;
Dum. Some salve for perjur;.
O, 'tis more than need :-
It is religion to be thus forsworn :
King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, soldiers, to the beld!
lords; Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, In conflict that you get the sun of them.
Lon. Now to plain dealing ; lay these glozes by: Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
King. And win them too: therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them
thither; Then, homeward, every man attach the hand of his fair mistress : in the afternoon We will with some strange pastime solace them, Such as the shortness of the time can shape; For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, Fore-run fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Biron. Allons ! Allons !-Sow'd cockle reap'd no
And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Ext.
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.
SCENE I.-- Another part of the same. Enter Holo fernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull.
Holofernes. SATIS quod sufficit.
Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant with out scurrility, witty without affection, audacious with out impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te : His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general be haviour vain, ridiculous and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.
[Takes out his table-boak. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise companions ; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not, d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, caulf; half, haulf; neighbour, vocatur, nebour; neigh, abbreviated, ne: This is abhominable (which he would call abominable.) it insinuateth me of insanie; Ne intelligis domine ? to make frantie, lunatic.
Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.
Hol. Bone :-one, for bene : Priscian a little scratch'd ; 'twill serve.
Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
[TO Moth Hel. Quare Chirra, not sirah?