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Enter the King, with a Paper.
King. Ah me!
Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by Heaven !-Proceed, sweet Cupid ; thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap.-—I'faith, secrets.King. [Reads.] So sweet a kiss the golden sun
gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows; Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe;
And they thy glory through thy grief will show.
No thought can think, no tongue of mortal tell. How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the paper; Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a Paper.
What, Longaville! and reading! Listen, ear.
[Aside. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure,' wearing papers.
[ Aside. King. In love, I hope ; sweet fellowship in shame!
1 The ancient punishment of a perjured person was to wear on the breast a paper expressing the crime.
[Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name.
[ Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjured so? Biron. [Aside.] 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
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
This same shall
[He reads the sonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
("Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument) Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee. My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gained, cures ali disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is:
Then, thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhal'st this vapor vow; in thee it is.
If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise? Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein,' which makes
flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess ; pure, pure idolatry.
1 By triumviry and the shape of love's Tyburn, Shakspeare alludes to the gallows of the time, which was occasionally triangular.
2 Slops were wide-kneed breeches, the garb in fashion in Shakspeare's time.
3 It has been already remarked that the liver was anciently supposed to be the seat of love.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o
Enter DUMAIN, with a Paper.
Dum. O most divine Kate!
O most profane coxcomb!
[ Aside. Dum. By Heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth, she is but corporal ; there you lie.
[Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted.3 Biron. An amber-colored raven was well noted.
[Aside. Dum. As upright as the cedar. Biron.
Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.
As fair as day. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
[Aside. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long.
And I had mine! [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 remembered be.
1 The allusion is to the play of hide and seek.
2. A woodcock means a foolish fellow; that bird being supposed to have no brains.
3 Coted signifies marked or noted. The word is from coter, to quote. The construction of this passage will therefore be,“ Her amber hairs have marked or shown that real amber is foul in comparison with themselves.” Steevens, however, assigns to cote the meaning of outstrip.
Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers; sweet misprision !
[ Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.
[Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day.)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Turning mortal for thy love.-
forehead wipe a perjured note; For none offend, where all alike do dote. Long. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from
charity, That in love's grief desir'st society.
1 The old copy reads
6 Thou for whom Jove would swear."
Pope thought this line defective, and altered it to
“ Thou for whom even Jove would swear."
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
your case is such ;
[To Long. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[T. DUMAIN. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear Faith infringed, which such 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.
1 Alluding to a passage in the king's sonnet
“ No drop but as a coach doth carry thee."