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I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,

Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs le Biron.

Is not nine.

friends with thee. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it

Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,doth amount.

Dum. The great. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Cost. It is great, sir ;--Pompey surnam'd the great ; Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your

Thuat oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my living by reckoning, sir.

fue to sweat : Biron. How much is it?

And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors,

chance ; sir, will show whereunul it doth amount: for my own

And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man, -e'en

France. one poor man; Pompion the great, sir.

If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?

done. Cost. It pleased them, to think te worthy of Pom

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. pion the great: for mine own part, I know not the

Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him.

perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Biron. Go, bid them prepare.

Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take

best worthy. some care.

[Erit Cost.

Enter Nathaniel arm'd, for Alexander. king. Biron, they will shame us, let them not apprvach.

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and 'tis some

commander ; policy

By cast, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering To have one show worse than the king's and his com

might : pany.

My'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. King. I say, they shall not come.

Boyet. Your nose says no, you are not ; for it stands Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now ;

too right. That sport best pleases, that doth lçast know how : Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenderWhere zeal strives to content, and the contents

smelling knight. Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, good

Alexander.
Their form confounded mahes most form in irth;
When great things labouring perish in their birth.

Nath. When in the roorld I liv'd, I was the world's

cominander; Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. Enter Armado.

Biron. Pompey the great -Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy

Coxt.

Your servant, and Costard. royal swect breath, as will uttora brace of worils.

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali[Armado converses with the King, and

sander. delivers him a paper.

Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.) you have overthrown AliPrin. Doth this man serve God?

sander the conqueror ! You will be scraped ont of the Biron. Why ash you?

painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-ax Prin. He spiaks not like a man of God's making.

sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will Arm. That's allone, my fair, sweet, honey monarch:

be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afcard to for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding fantastic- || speak ! run away for shame, Alisander. (Nath. retires.} al; too, too vain; tuo, too vain : But we will put it, 1.- There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man ; an as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the

honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He is a mar. peace of mind, most royal couplement ! [Exil.

vellous good neighbour, in sooth ; and a very good King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies :

bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a He presents Hector of Troy ; the swain, Pompey the

little o'erparted :-But there are worthies a coming great ; the parish curate, Alexander ; Armado's page,

will speak their mind in some other sort. Hercules ; the pedant, Judas Machabæus.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, Enter Holofernes arm'd, for Judas, and Moth arm'd, These four will change habits, and present the other

for Hercules. five.

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Biron. There is five in the first show.

Whose club kill'dCerberus, that three-headed canus; King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.

And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Birou. The pedlant, the braggart, the hedge-priest,

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : the fool, and the boy :

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority ; Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world again, | Ergo, I come with this apology.Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. | Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Exit Moti. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

Hol. Judns I am,amain.

Dum. A Judas! [Seats örought for the King, Princess, óc.

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.

Judas I am, ycleped Machabrus. Pageant of the Nine Worthics. Enter Costard armid,

Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. for Pompey.

Bir. Abissing traitor:-How art thou prov'd Judas! Cost. I Pompeyam,

Hol. Judas I am, Boyet.

You lie, you are not he, Dum. The more shame for you, Judas, Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. What mean you, sir? Boyct.

With libbard's licad on kuce. Boyet. To make Judas hang hirascif.

hance.

Hel. Begin, sir ; you are my elder.

Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Biren. Well follow'd : Judas was hang'd on an elder. Dum. He may not by the yard. Hel. I will not be put out of countenance.

Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; Hol. What is this?

she is two months on her way. Beyet. A cittern head.

Arm. What meanest thou ? Dum. The head of a bodkin.

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the Biron. A death's face in a ring.

poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child þrags Lon. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Buyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? Dan. The earv'd-bone face on a flask.

thou shalt die. Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that is Biroti. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer: dead by him. And now, forward ; for we have put thee in counte Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Hd. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Birer. False ; we have given thee faces.

Pompey! Pompey the huge! Hel. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Dum. Hector trembles. Biren. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.

Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more Ates; Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.

stir them on! stir them on! And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay? Dum. Hector will challenge him. Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's bele Biren. For the ass to the Jude ; give it him :-Jud- | ly than will sup a flea. as, away.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Hd. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Beyct. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows dark, man; l'll slash : I'll do it by the sword :-I pray you, be may stumble.

let me borrow my arms again. Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. baited!

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Enter Armado armid, for Hector.

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes Hector

Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? in arms.

What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. Drum. Though my mocks corne home by me, I will

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will was be merry.

not combat in my shirt. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.

Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made Beyet. But is this Hector?

the challenge. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber d.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Lon. His leg is too big for Hector.

Biron. What reason have you for't ? Dr. More calf, certain.

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I Bajet. No ; he is best indued in the small.

go woolward for penance. Biron. This cannot be Hector.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoind him in Rome for Dar. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore

Arm. The armi potent Mars, of lances the almighty, none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and that 'a Gece llector a gift.

wears next his heart, for a favour. Dem. A gilt nutmeg. Biror. A lemon,

Enter Mercade. Lon. Stuck with cloves.

Mer, God save you, madam! Dum. No, eloven.

Prin. Welcome, Mercade; Arm. Peace!

But that thou interruptist our merriment. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;

Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherA men so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Prin. Dead, for my life. From morn till night, out of his pavilion.

Mer. Even so; my tale is told. I on that flower,

Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Dan. That mint.

Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I Lon.

That columbine. have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Lon. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs a

[Exeunt Worthies. gainst Hector.

King. How fares your majesty ? Dum. Aç, and Hector's a greyhound.

Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten ; sweet

King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. elueks, beat not the bones of the buried : when he Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious lords, breath, he was a man-But I will forward with my For all your fair endeavours; and entreaty. device : Swert royalty, (To the Princess.] bestow on Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe me the sense of hearing.

(Biron whispers Costard. In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Prine Speak, brave Hector; we are much delight. The liberal opposition of our spirits :

If over-boldly we have borne ourstives arm. I do adore thy sweet grace e slipper.

In the converse of breath, your gentleness

Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord !
A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue:
Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
All causes to the purpose of his speed;
And often, at his very loose, ck cides
That which long process could not arbitrate :
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
The holy suit which fain it would convince;
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purpos d ; since, to wail friends lost,
Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of

grief : - And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladies, Hath much deforın'd us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents : And what in us hath socm'd ridiculous,As love is full of unbefitting strains ; All wanton as a child, shipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance : Which party-coated presence of loose love Put od by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecomd our oaths and gravities, Those beavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, Our love being yours, the error that love makes Is likewise yours: We to ourselves prove false, By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both :-fair ladies, you : And even that falsehood, in itself a sin Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Prir. We have receiv'd your letters, full of lore;
Your favours, the embassadors of love;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
Al courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast, and as lining to the time:
But more devout than this, in our respects,
Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than

jest.
Lon. So did our looks.
Ros.

We did not quote them so.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.
Prin.

A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in :
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
Full of dear gultiness ; and, therefore this,-
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed.
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ;
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about their annual reckoning :
If this austere inscoinble life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts, and lasts, hard lodging, and thin weeding

Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love ;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts ;
And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house ;
Raining the tears of lamentation,
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part ;
Neither intitled in the other's heart.
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me?

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury ; Therefore, if you my favour inean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me?

Kath. A wife !-a beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-fae'd wooers say:
Come when the king doth to my lady come,
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then
Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.
Lon. What says Maria ?
Mar,

At the twelvemonth's end, r'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

Lon. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long..
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.

Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me,
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there ;
Impose some service on me for thy love.

Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,
Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;
Which you on all estate's will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit :
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain ;
And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,
(Without the which I am not to be won.)
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
With groaning wretches ; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be ; it is impossible :
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Or hin that hears it, never in the tongue

him that makes it : then, if sickly ears,
Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will bear your idle scorns, continue then,
And I will have you, and that fault witbal ;
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.

Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal.

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Biron.

T'i jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.

[To the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your way.

Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, And then 'twill end.

That's too long for a play.

Enter Arinado. Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,Prin. Was not that Hector? Dumn. The worthy knight of Troy. Arme I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I in a rotary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemned greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two leamed men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of ar shox. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

Arm, Holla! approach. Exer Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the o maintain d by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear !

II.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,"
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-) word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married car !

III.
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be fouby
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

To-who;
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

IV.
Ilhen all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parsoni's sant,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and row,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tawho;
Tiereldt, to-wha, a merry note,
Wlule greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

SONG.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,

De paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for this sings he,

kuckog;

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.- You, that way; we, this way.

(Exeunt.

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