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sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that the king would Hel. Most military sir, salutation.

have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some Meth. They have been at the great feast of lan- | delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antich guages, and stolen the scraps. (To Costard aside. or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate, and

Cest. O, they have liv'd long in the alms-basket of your sweet self, are good at such eruptions, and sudden words! I marrel, thy master bath not eaten thee for breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted a word; for thou art not so long by the head as hon- you withal, to the end to crave your assistance. erificobilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed than Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine wora flapdragon.

thies. Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainMath. Peace; the peal begins.

ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? to be render'd by our assistance,--the king's comınand,

Nsh. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book : and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentle What is a, b, spelt backward with a horn on his head ? man,-before the princess ; I say, none so fit as to prefisl. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

sent the nine worthies. Moh. Ba, most silly sbeep, with a horn:-You hear Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to this kaming

present them? Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

Hol. Joshua, yourself ; myself, or this gallant genMeh. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat

tleman, Judas Maccabæus ; this swain, because of his then; or the fifth, if I.

great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great : the Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.

page, Hercules. Meth. The sheep: the other two concludes it ; q, u. Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough

Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big as the end arwert touch, a quick venew of wit: snip, snap, quick of his club. and home ; it rejoiceth my intellect : true wit.

Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present HercuMeth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is les in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling witold

a snake ; and I will have an apology for that purpose. Hel What is the figure? what is the figure ?

Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the audiM&h. Horns.

ence hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules ! now Hel. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy chou crushest the snake ! that is the way to make an sig.

offence gracious : though few have the grace to do it. Meth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will Arm. For the rest of the worthies stup about your infamy circum circa ; A gig of a Hol. I will play three myself. euckold's horn!

Moth. Thrice-worthy gentieman ! Cust. An I had but one penny in the world, thou

Arm. Shall I tell you a thing? should'st have it to buy gingerbread : hold, there is Hol. We attend. the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antick. I penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O,

beseech you,

follow. aa the heavens were so pleased, that thou wert but Hol. Via, good man Dull! thou hast spoken no word my bestard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make all this wbile. me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. ends, as they say.

Hol. Allons ! we will employ thee. Hel. O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Dull. I'll make one in a dance or so; or I will play on Ari. Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay. from the tarbarous. Do you not educate youth at the Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. mange-house on the top of the mountain ?

[Eacunt, Hal. Or, mons, the hill. Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.

SCENE II.- Another part of the same. Before the Isl. I do, sans question.

Princess's pavilion. Enter Princess, Katharine, Ann. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and

Rosaline, and Maria. action, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, in the posteriors of this day ; which the rude multi- || If fairings come thus plentifully in : hide call, the afternoon.

A lady wall'd about with diamonds ! Hed

. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is | Look you, what I have from the loving king. lazbe, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon :

Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? the word is well cullid, chose ; sweet and apt, I do Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in rhyme, SHARE you, sir, I do assure.

As would be crammd up in a sheet of paper, Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman ; and my Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :-For what That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. as irward between us, let it pass :-I do beseech thee, Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax ; remember thy courtesy ; I beseech thee, apparel thy For he hath been five thousand years a boy. head; and among other importunate and most seri Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. as designs.--and of great import indeed, too ;--but let Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he killd that pass :-for I must tell thee, it will please his grace by the worlal) sometime to lean upon my poor should Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; it; and with his royal finger, thus, dally with my ex And so she died: had she been light, like you, cement, with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that Of such a merry, nimbli, stirring spirit, press

. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain She might have been a grandam ere she died: pecial boncurs it pleaseth his greatness to impart to And so may you ; for a light heart lives long, Erreado, a soldier, a man of travel, that liath seen the Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this Averbal: but let that pass.-The very all of all is--but,

ight word?

your sister.

Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are
Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out. || Against your peace : Love doth approach disguis de

Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Armed in arguments ; you'll be surpris'd :
Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence : Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are they Kos. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore light. That charge their brenth against us? say, scout, say. Kath. You weigh me not,- that's, you care not Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, for me.

I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour : Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,

Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd. | Toward that shade I might behold addrest But Rosaline, you have a favour too :

The king and his companions : warily Who sent it? and what is it?

I stole into a neighbour thichet by, Ros.

I would, you knew : And overheard what you shall overhear; An if my face were but as fair as yours,

That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. My favour were as great; be witness this.

Their herald is a pretty knavish page, Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron :

That well by heart bath conn'd his embassage : The numbers true ; and, were the numb'ring too, Action, and accent, did they teach bim there ; I were the fajrest goddess on the ground:

Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

And ever and anon they made a doubt, O, he bath drawn my picture in his letter!

Presence majestical would put

him out; Prin. Any thing like?

For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou sce; Ros, Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise,

Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. Prin. Beauteous as ink ; a good conclusion.

The boy replid, An angel is not evil; Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die your | With that all laugh’d, and clappd him on the shoulder; debtor,

Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. My red dominical, my golden letter.

One rubb’d his elbow, thus: and fleerd, and sware, O, that your face were not so full of O's!

A better speech was never spoke before :
Kath. A pox of that jest ! and beshrew all shrows! | Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain? Cry'd, Via ! Tre will do't, come what will come :
Kath Madam, this glove.

The third he capered, and cried, ill goes well:
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Did he not send you twain?

The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
Kath. Yes, madam; and noreover,

With that, they all did tuinble on the ground, Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:

With such a zealous laughter, so profound, A huge translation of hypocrisy,

That in this spleen ridiculous appears, Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.

To check their folly, passions solemn tears. Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville ;

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? The letter is too long by half a mile.

Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,Prin. I think no less: Dost thori not wish in heart, Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, The chain were longer, and the letter short?

Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

And every one his love-eat will advance Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so.

Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know Ros. 'They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.

By favours several, which they did bestow. That same Biron I'll torture e'er I go.

Prin. And will they so ? the gallant shall be task'd : O, that I knew he were but in by the week!

For, ladies, we will erery one be mask'd ; Ilow would I make him fawn, and beg, and seek ;

And not a man of them shall bave the grace, And wait the season, and observe the umes,

Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes;

-Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear ; And shape his service wholly to my behests;

And then the king will court thee for his dear; And make him proud to make me prond that jests!

Hold, take thou tuis, my sweet, and give me thine ; So portent-like would I o'ersway his state,

So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.That he should be my fool, and I his fate.

And change your favours too; so shall your loves Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are

Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. catchel,

Roz. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight. As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,

Kain. But, in this changing, what is your intent ? Huth wisdoni's warrant, and the help of school;

Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross their : And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

They do it but in mocking merriment; Res. The blood of youth burns not with such excess,

And mock for mock is only my intent. As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Their several counsels they unbosom shall Mar. Folly in fools bcars not so strong a note, To loves mistook ; and so be mock'd withal, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;

l'pon the next occasion that we meet, Since all the power thereof it duth apply,

With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. To provi, by wit, worth in siinplicitya

Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? Enter Boyet.

Priti. No ; to the death, we will not move a foot : Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.

Yor to their penn'l speech render we no grace ; Doyet. 0, 1 am stubb'd with laughter! Where's her

But, while 'tis spoke, each turp away her face.

Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's Prin. Thy news, Boyet?

heart. Buite' Prepare, inadam, prupare!

And quite divorce his memory from his part.

grace?

pany?

Prin. Therefore I do it ; and, I make no doubt, Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange.
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.

Ros. Play, music, then: nay, you must do it soon. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown ;

[Music plays. To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own : Not yet :-no dance :-thus change I like the moon. So shall we stay, mocking intended game ;

King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus ege And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame.

trang ? [Trumpets sound within. Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the mask

chang'd.
ers come.

[The ladies mask. King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in The music plays ; vouchsafe some motion to it.
Russian habits, and masked; Moth, Musicians, and Ros. Our ears Vouchsafe it.
Attendants.

King.

But your legs should do it. Math. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth! Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Bryet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata.

chance, Mah. A holy parcel of the fairest dames,

We'll not be nice: take hands ;-we will not dance. [The ladies turn their backs to him. King. Why take we hands then? That coer turn'd their bucks-to mortal vier !

Ros.

Only to part friends :Piron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. Meth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views ! King. More mensure of this measure ; be vot nice.

Ros. We can attord no more at such a price. Bejet. True ; out, indecel.

King. Prize you yourselves ; What buys your comMai. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsaje

Ros. Your absence only. Nu te behold

King

That can never be. Biron. Once to behold, roghie.

Ros. Then cannot we be bought : and so adieu ; Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, Twice to your visor, and half once to you ! your sun-beamed eyes

King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Bayet. They will not answer to that epithet ; Rox. In private then. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes.

King.

I am best pleas'd with that. Meth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out.

[They converse apart. Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you rogue.

Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with Rus. What would these strangers ? know their minds,

thee. Boyet :

Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. If they do speak our language, 'is our will

Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow so nice) That some plain man recount their purposes : Metheglin, wort, and malısey ;-Well ruit, dice! Knes what they would.

There's half a dozen sweets. Beet. What would you with the princess ?

Prin.

Seventh sweet, adieu ! Bir97. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.

Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. Res. What would they, say they ?

Biron. One word in secret. Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Print.

Let it not be sweet. Rm. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.

Biron. Thou griev'st my gall. Bent. She says you have it, and you may be gone.

Prin.

Gall? bitter. Kinz. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,

Biron.

Therefore meet. To tread a measure with her on this grass.

(They converse apart. Bay. They say, that they have measur'd many a mile,

Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word ? To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Mar. Naine it. Per. It is not so: ask them, how many inches

Dum.

Fair lady,Is in one mile : if they have measured many,

Mar.

Say you so ? Fair lord, The measure then of one is easily told.

Take that for your fair lady. Bezet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd miles, Dum.

Please it you, And many miles ; the princess bids you tell,

As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. How many inches do fill up one mile.

[They converse apart. Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. Kath. What, was your visor made without a tongue ? Bayet. She hears herself.

Lon. I know the reason, ladly, why you ask. Rss.

How many weary steps, Kath. O, for your reason ! quickly, sir ; I long. Of many weary miles you have o'ergove,

Lon. You have a double tongue within your mask, Are number'd in the travel of one mile?

And would afford my speechless visor halt. Eiron. We number nothing that we spend for you ; Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not veal a calf? Our duty is so rich, so infinite,

Lon. A calf, fair lady? That we may do it still without accompt.

Kath.

No, a fair lord calf. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,

Lon. Let's part the word. That ye, like savages, may worship it.

Kath.

So, I'll not be your half : Rss. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Lon. Look, how you but yourself in these sharp Fractale, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine

mocks! (Those clouds remov'd) upon our wat'ry eyne. Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so, Ros. O vain petitioner ! beg a greater matter ;

Kath. Then die a calf, before your hortis do grow. Thau nga request'st but moonshine in the water. Lon. One word in private with you, ere I die. King. T!, in our measure do but vouchsafe one Kath. Bleat softly then, tic butcher hears you cry. change :

[They comerse apail.

Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen Command me any service to her thither?
As is the razor's edge invisible,

King, That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ;

Boyet. I will ; and so will she, I know, my lord. Above the sense of sense : so sensible

[Erit. Seemeth their conference ; their conceits have wings, Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas ; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter And utters it again when God doth please : things.

He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off, At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs ; break off.

And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Have not the grace to grace it with such show, King. Farewell, mad wenches ; you have simple wits. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve ;

[Exe. King, Lords, Moth, Music, and Attendants. Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites, He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he, Are these the breed of wits so wonderd at?

That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy; Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, puff'd out.

That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Ros. WelMiking wits they have ; gross, gross; fat, In honourable terms ; nay, he can sing fat.

A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, Prir. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout !

Mend him who can : the ladies call bim, sweet ; Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night? The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ?

This is the flower that smiles on every one, This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. To show his teeth as white as whale's bone;

Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! And consciences that will not die in debt, The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.

King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : That put Armado's page out of his part ! No point, quoth I: my servant straight was mute. Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;

Enter the Princess, ushered by Boyet ; Rosaline, MaAnd trow you, what he call'd me?

ria, Katharine, and Attendants. Prin.

Qualm, perhaps. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what wert Kath. Yes, in good faith.

thou, Prin.

Go, sickness as thou art ! Till this man show d thee? and what art thou now? Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps. King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! But will you hear the king is my love sworn.

Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:

To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. Immediately they will again be here

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your In their own shapes ; for it can never be, They will digest this harsh indignity.

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Prin. Will they return ?

King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke ; Boyet. They will, they will, God knows ; The virtue of your eye must break my oath. And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should have Therefore, change favours ; and, when they repair, spoke; Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be under- || Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
stood.

As the insullied lily, I protest,
Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : A world of torments though I should endure,
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,

I would not yield to be your house's guest:
Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.

So much I hate a breaking-cause to be Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. If they return in their own shapes to woo ?

King. O, you have liv'd in desolation bere, Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis’d,

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ; Let us complain to them what fools were here,

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; Disgriis:d like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;

A mess of Russians left us but of late. And wonder, what they were; and to what end King. How, madam? Russians ? Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely peonid, Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Should be presented at our tent to us.

Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so my lord ; Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. My lady, (to the manner of the days) Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. In courtesy: gives undeserving praise.

[Exe. Prin. Ros. Kath, and Mar. We four, indeed, confronted here with four, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville and Dumain, in

In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour,

And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, their proper habits.

They did not bless us with one happy word. King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the prin I dare not call them fools; but this I think, cess?

When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. Berret. Gone to her tent: Please it your maje-ty, Biron. This jest is dry to me.--Fair, gentle sweet,

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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.
Res. This proves you wise and rich; for in my eye,-
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Rai. All the fool mine?
Biroa.

I cannot give you less.
Res. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ?
Beren. Where? when? what visor ? why demand

you this? Res. There, then, that visor ; that superfluous case, That hid the worse, and showd the better face. King. We are descried : they'll mock us now down

right. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Priu. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your highness

Ras. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look

Fou pale?

Seasiek, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Baron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for per-

jury.
Can any face of brass hold longer out:-
Here stand 1, lady; dart thy skill at me;

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

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

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

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

Nar xoo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Tafata phrases, silken terms precise,

Three. pild 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

kuows!)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressid

In russet feas, and honest kersey noes:
And, to begin, wench, -so God help me, la !-
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Pete Sans sans, I pray you.
Beren.

Yet I have a triek
of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick ;
11 kave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;-
Wrise, 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.

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

Ps. It is not so; For how can this be true, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Biren. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. kas. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Bire. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude trans

gression

King. Madam, I was.
Prin.

And were you well advis'd ?
King. I was, fair madam.
Prin.

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

her. 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 :-Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your car?

Ros. Madam, he swore, that be did hold me dear As precious eye-sight; 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 beaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this, but take it, sir, again.

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

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

Biron. Neither of either; 1 remit both twain.I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment) To dash it, like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, son slight zany. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, -That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d,Told our intents before : which once disclos de The ladies did change favours; and then we, Following the signs, wood but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forswom ; in will, and error. Much upon this it is :-And might not you [T, 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 between her hack, sir, and the fire,

Holding a trencber, 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 no.

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:

Se fair eseuse.

Prin

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

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