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Enter the King, with a poper. King. Ah me!
Biron. [.Aside.] Shot, by heaven - Proceed, sweet
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
The night of dew, that on my cheeks down flows :
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
Thou shin'si in every tear that I do weep :
So ridest thou triúmphing in my woe ;
And they thy glory through my grief will show :
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.-
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville ! and reading! listen, ear. Biron. [ Aside.] Now, in thy likeness, one more fool,
appear! Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. [Aside.) Why, he comes in a like perjure,
wearing papers. King. (.Iside.] In love, I hope ; Sweet fellowship in
shame! Biron. [.Aside.] One drunkard loves another of the name. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ? Biron. [.1side.] I could put thee in comfort; not by
two, that I know : Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to move : 0.sweet Maria, empress of my love!
15] The punisment of perjury is to wear on the breast a paper espressing the
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
pid's hose : Disfigure not his slop. Long. This same shall go. [He reads the sonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment.
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee :
Thy grace being gain’d, cures all disgrace in me.
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dust shine,
If broken then, it is no fuult of mine;
To lose an oath to win a paradise ?
Hesh a deity ; A green goose, a goddess : pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'th' way.
Enter Dumain, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this !--Company! stay.
Dum. O most divine Kate !
 Slops are large and wide-knee'd breeches, the garb in fashion in our aut bor's days, as we may observe from old family
pictures. THEOBALD. (7) The liver was anciently supposed to be the seat of love. JOHNSON. 18] All hid, An nid.The children's cry at hide and seek. MUSGRAVE.
9 The word corporal in Shakespeare's time, was used for corporral, MAL. (1) To cole is to outstrip, to overpass.---The beauty of omter consists in its varierarc cloudiness, whichi Dumcin calls founess The brir of his mistresa in va. ried gbadows exceeded those of atober. STEEVEYS.
Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. (Asi.
Dum. As upright as the cedar.
Biron. Stoop, I say ;
(Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord !
[Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine : Is not that a good word ?
[Aside. Dum. I would forget her ; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incision' Would let her out in saucers ; Sweet misprision ! [.Aside.
Dum. Once more l'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Once more l’ll mark how love can vary wit.
(Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)
Love, whose rnonth is ever May,
Turning mortal for thy love.-
(2) It was the fashion among the young gallants of that age, to stab themselves in the arms, or elsewhere, in order to drink their mistress's health, or write her name in their blood, as a proof of their passion.
(3) Perhaps yo may better read.--Ah! would I might, &c. JOHNSON.
0, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Long. Domain, thy love is far from charity,
case is such ;
[T. LONG. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[1'. Dumais. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? How will he scorn ? how will he spend his wit ! How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me.
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me :
[Descends from the tree. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, There is no certain princess that appears : You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing; Tush, none but minstrels like of sonnetting. But are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ? You found his mote ; the king your mote did see ; But I a beam do find in each of three.
0, what a scene of foolery I have seen,
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you ;
I am engaged in ;
King. Soft ; Whither away so fast?
Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD.
King. If it mar nothing neither,
Jag. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read;
 Mr. Toiler seems to think this contains an allusion to St. Matthew, xxii. 24, where the metaphorical term of a gnat means a thing of least importance, or what is proverbially small,
Biron is abusing the King for his sonnetting like a minstrel, and compares him to a gral, which always sings as it flies
(5! Critic and Critical are used by our author in the same sense as cynic and cynical. 1180, speaking of the fair sex declares he is nothing if not critical.