Dum. Long. That mint. That columbine. Arm. Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed, he was a man. But I will forward with my device. [To the Princess] Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. 670 Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. [Aside to Dum.] Loves her by the foot. Dum. [Aside to Boyet] He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way. Arm. What meanest thou? 680 Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already: 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey! 690 Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Huge! Dum. Hector trembles. Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Biron. What reason have you for't? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance. Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next his heart for a favour. Enter MERCADE. Mer. God save you, madam! But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life! Mer. Even so; my tale is told. Biron. Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud. 731 Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. [Exeunt Worthies. King How fares your majesty? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, 740 King. †The extreme parts of time extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his speed, 750 Biron. Pompey is moved. More Ates, more From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost Ates! stir them on! stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if a' have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies! Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt. 711 Is not by much so wholesome-profitable 760 Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief; And by these badges understand the king. Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours 770 Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Prin. We have received your letters full of love; 790 Your favours, the ambassadors of love; Long. So did our looks. Ros. We did not quote them so. Change not your offer made in heat of blood; Come challenge me, challenge me by these de serts, 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 820 For the remembrance of my father's death. 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 rack'd, You are attaint with faults and perjury: 830 A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, me? A wife? Kath. 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-faced wooers say: Come when the king doth to my lady come; Kath. Yetswear not, lest ye be forsworn again. At the twelvemonth's end I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Long. 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. 850 Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron, It cannot be ; it is impossible: Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace 871 Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Re-enter ARMADO. 890 Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,Prin. Was not that Hector? Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach. Re-enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others. 900 When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And maidens bleach their summer smocks, Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And milk comes frozen home in pail, When all aloud the wind doth blow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 920 930 SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants. The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man's revenue. Four nights will quickly dream away the time; ΙΟ [Exit Philostrate. Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love, doing thee injuries; But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph and with revelling. Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS. Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! The. Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? 21 Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. HELENA, in love with Demetrius. OBERON, king of the fairies. Мотн, MUSTARDSEED, fairies. Other fairies attending their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE: Athens, and a wood near it. 30 And interchanged love-tokens with my child: The. Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. 70 Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; 80 Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Lys. How now, my love! why is your cheek How chance the roses there do fade so fast? well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. The. Take time to pause; and, by the next Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; new moon The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, For aye austerity and single life. 90 Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my And what is mine my love shall render him. Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, The. I must confess that I have heard so much, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, So quick bright things come to confusion. 151 Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Lys. A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, I have a widow aunt, a dowager 160 Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Her. 170 My good Lysander ! And with Demetrius thought to have spoke By all the vows that ever men have broke, But, being over-full of self-affairs, My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; I have some private schooling for you both. Or else the law of Athens yields you up- 120 I must employ you in some business |