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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 breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward with my device : Sweet royalty, [to the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.

[BIRON whispers CoSTARD. Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much de

lighted Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Dum. 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?

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the

poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already ; yours. Årm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten

tates ? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that is dead by him.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge!

Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron. Pompey is mov'd :- More Ates,' more Ates; stir them on! stir them on!


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Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Biron. Ay, if he 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'lì do it by the sword :- I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incensed worthics.
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.

Dum. You may not deny it ; Pompey hath made the challenge.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Biron. What reason have


for't? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for

penance. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-elout of Jaquenetta's; and that ’a wears next his heart, for 'a favour.


Mer. God save you, madam!

Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
But that thou interruptst our merriment.

* More Ates ;] That is, more instigation. Ate was the mischievous goddess that incited bloodshed.

like a northern man;] Vir Borealis, a clown.

woolward] Togo woolward was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries.


Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for


life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud.

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.

[Ereunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious

lords, For all


fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your

rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
The liberal opposition of our spirits :
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
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

All causes to the purpose of his speed;
And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long process could not arbitrate :
And though the mourning brow of


liberal -] Free to e.ccess. 5 In the converse of breath,] Perhaps converse may, in this line, mean interchange.

6 And often, at his very loose, decides, &c.) At his very loose, may mean, at the moment of his parting, i. e. of his getting loose, or away from us.

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,

Ilath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents :
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
All wanton as a child, skipping, 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

as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance:
Which party-coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly 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.

which fain it would convince;] The words which fain it rould convince, mean what it would wish to succeed in obtaining.

& Suggested us -) That is, tempted us.


Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Your favours, the embassadors of love ; And, in our maiden council, rated them At 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. Long. 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 guiltiness; and, therefore this,If for my love (as there is no such cause) You will do aught, this shall you

do for mc: Your oath I will not trust; but


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 insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood ; If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds,' 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; and thin weeds,] i. e. clothing. and last love:] Means, if it continue to be love. 7

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