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"Celestial as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, toiling in a pitch; pitch, that defiles; defile! a “ That sings the heaven's praise with such an foul word. Well, Set thee down, sorrow! for so, “ earthly tongue !"

they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss fool. Well prov'd, wit! By the lord, this love is the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here 5 as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep: it kills me, I a are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, sheep: Well prov'd again on my side! I will not facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. 0, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; but her eye-by this light, but for her eye, I but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well

, fancy? the jerks of invention Imitari, is no-101 do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my thing; so doth the hound his master, the ape throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But damo me to rhime, and to be melancholy; and here is sella virgin, was this directed to you?

part of my rhime, and here my melancholy. Well, Jug. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown of the strange queen's lords.

15 bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady bath it: Hol. I will overglance the superscript. “To sweet clowni, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! -- By the “ the snow-white hand of the most beauteous world, I would not care a pin, if the other three • lady Rosaline." I will look again on the in were in: Here comes one with a paper; God tellect of the letter, for the nomination of the give him grace to groan !

[He stunds aside, party writing to the person written unto: 120 “ Your Ladyship’s in all desired einployment,

Enter the King

Biron.' King. Ay, me! Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries Biron. [Aide.] Shot, by heaven Proceed, with the king: and here he hath fram’d a letter sweet Cupid; thou bast thump'd him with thy to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, acci-25 bird-bolt under

the left pap:-' faith, secrets

. – dentally, or by the way of progression, liath inis King. [Reads.] “ So sweet a kiss the golden carry'd.—Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this

sun gives not paper into the royal hand of the King; it may “ To those tresh morning dropsupon the rose, concern much: Stay not thy compliment; I for As thy eye-beains, when their fresh rays give thy duty; adieu.

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[flows: Jaz. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God “ The night of dew that on my cheeks down save your life!

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

“Through the transparent bosom of the deep, [Ereunt Cost. and Jaq. “ As doth tlry face through tears of mine give Nath. Sir you have done this in the fear of God, (35 "light; very religiously: and, as a certain father saith

“ Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear “No drop but as a coach doth carry thee, colourable colours'. But, to return to the verses; “ So ridest thou triumphing in thy woe; Did they please you, Sir Nathaniel ?

“ Do but behold the tears that swell in me, Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

40 And they thy glory through my grief will Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a cer

" shew: tain pupil of mine; where if (being repast) it shall “ But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep please you to gratify the table with a grace, ] My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. will, on my privilege I have with the parents of

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of queens, how far dost thou excel! the aforesaid child or pupil, undertake your ben 45". Nothought can think nortongue of mortal tell." venuto; where I will prove those verses to be How shall she know ny griefs? I'll drop the paper; very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, Sweet leaves, shade fully. Who is he comes here? nor invention : I beseech your society.

[The king steps aside. Nuth. And thank you too: for society (saith the test) is the happiness of life.

Enter Longarille.

1501 Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly con What, Longaville! and reading ! listen, ear. cludes it.--Sir, I do invite you too;

[To Dull. Biron. [ Aside.] Now, in thy likeness, once you shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; more fool appear! ile gentles are át their game, and we will to our Long. Ay me! I am sorsworn. recreation.

[Exeunt. 55 Biron. [ Aside.] Why, he comes in like a perSCENE III.

jure, wearing papers'. Enter Biron with a paper.

King. [Aside. ] In love, I hope; Sweet fellow

ship in shame! Biron. The king is hunting the deer; I am Biron. [-4side.] One drunkard loves another coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am 60

of the name. 'i.e. The hound and the ape are taught to imitate the tricks of their masters. ? Tired here means aliired, alluding to Benks's horse, mentioned in a former note, p.150. "That is, specious appearances. Couvicted perjurers, when punished, wear on the breast a paper expressing the crime.

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King. And I mine too, good Lord! [ Aside. Biror. [ Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; Biron. Amen, so I had mive: Is not that a not by two, that I know: [ety,

good word?

[ Aside. Thou mak’st the triumviry, the corner-cap of soci- 5 Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she The shapeof love'sTyburnthathangs upsimplicity. Reigus in my blood, and will rememb’red be. Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power io Biron. A fever in your blood! why then incision O sweet Maria, empress of iny love! [move: Would let her out in saucers; Sweet misprision ! These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

[ Aside. Biron. [Asid:.] , rhines are guards on wan-10 Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have ton Cupid's hose:

writ. Disligure not his slop'.

Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can Long. This same shall go.-[He reals the sonnet.

[ Aside, “ Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye

Dumain reads his sonnet, “ (Gainst whom the world cannot hold ar-15 gument)

« On a day, (alack the day !) "Persuade my heart to this false perjury:[ment. “ Love, whose mouth is ever May,

* Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punish Spy'd a blossom, passing fair, “A woman I forswore: but, I will prove,

Playing in the wanton air : “Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: 20 Through the velvet leaves the wind, "My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; “ All unseen, 'gan passage find; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace “ That the lover, sick to cleath, in me.

“ Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. " Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: “ Air, (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow; “ Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth 25 “ Air, would I might triumph so! “ dost shine,

“ But, alack, my hand is sworn, “Eshal'st this vapour vow: in thee it is: “ Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; “ If broken then, it is no fault of mine;

“ Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; "If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, “ Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. “ To lose an oath to win a paradise?" 30

“ Do not call it sin in me,

“ That I am forsworn for thee: Biron. [ Aside.] This is the liver vein?, which

“ Thou, for whom even Jove would swear, makes flesh a deity;

“ Juno but an Ethiope were ; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out

“ And deny himself for Jove,

351 Turning mortal for thy love." Enter Dumain.

l'his will I send; and something else more plain, Long. By whom shall I send this? --Compa That shall express my true love's fasting pain, ny! stay:

[Stepping aside. O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, Biron. [ Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant 40 Were lovers too! till, to example ill, Like a demy-god here sit I in the sky, [play: Would from my forehead write a perjur'd note; And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. For none offend, where all alike do dote. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish! Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, Dumain transform’d, four woodcocks in a dish! Chatinlove'sgriefsesir'stsociety:[comingforzard. Dum. O most divine Kate!

45 You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Biron. O most prophane coxcomb! [Aside. To be o'er-heard, and taken napping so. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye ! king. Come, sir, you blush; as his, your case Biron. By earth, she is not corporal'; there

is such ;

[coming forward, [Aside. You chide at him, offending twice as much: Dum.lier anber hair for foul hathamber coted".150 You do not love Maria? Longaville Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well Did never sonnet for her sake compile? noted.

[Aside. Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart Dum. As upright as the cedar.

His loving bosom, to keep down his heart? Biron. Stoop, I say,

I have been closely shrouded in this bush, Her shoulder is with child.

[ Aside. 55 And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. Dumn. As fair as day.

I heard your guilty rhimes, observ'd your fashion; Liron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : must shine.

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Her hairs were gold, chrystal the other's eyes: "Slups are large and wide-knee'd breeches, the garb in fashion in our author's days, as we may observe from old family pictures; but they are now worn only by boors and sea-faring men. liver was supposed to be the seat of love. Corporal here means corporeal. Tocote, is to outstrip, to overpass. : Fusting here signisie, longing, winting. MI

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You would for paradise break faith and troth: King. If it mar nothing : either,

[To Long. The treason, and you, go in peace away together. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read;

[Po Dumain. Our parson misdoubts it; it was treason, he said.
What will Biron say, when that he shall hear 5 King. Birou, read it over. (He reads the letter.
A faith infringed, which such zeal did swear? Where hadst thou it?
How will he scoru? how will be spend his wit?

Jaq. Of Costard.
How will he triumph, leap', and laugh at it? King. Where hadst thou it?
For all the wealth that ever I did see,

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
I would not have him know so much by me. 10 King. How now! what is in you? why dost
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy:-

thou tear it? Ah, gooi my liege, I pray thee, pardon me: Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace [Coming forward.

needs not fear it. [fore let's hear it. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Long. It did move him to passion, and thereThese worms for loving, that art most in love? 15 Duin. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were There is no certain princess that appears ;

born to do me shame. (To Costard. You'll not be perjurd, 'tis a hateful thing; Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting.

King. What? But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not, Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to All three of you, to be thus much o'er-shot?

make up the mess. You found his mote; the king your mote did see; He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, But I a beam do find in each of three.

Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen,

0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you inore, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! 23 Dum. Now the number is even. O me, with what strict patience have I sat,

Biron. True, true; we are four :To see a king transformed to a knot?!

Will these turtles be gone? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg.

King. Hence, sirs; away: And profound Solomon tuning a jigg,

Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,

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tors stay. (Excunt Costard & Jaquencita. And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!

Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us emWhere lyes thy grief? O tell me, good Dumain

brace ! And, gentle Longaville, where lyes thy pain?

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: And where my liege's? all about the breast: The sea will ebb & flow,heaven will shew his face; A caudle, ho!

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Young blood doth not obey an old decree: king. Too bitter is thy jest.

We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?

Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you: King. What, did these rent lines shew some I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin

love of thine? To break the vow I am engaged in ;

40 Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the I am betray'd, by keeping company

heavenly Rosaline, With men like men, of strange inconstancy. That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, When shall you see me write a thing in rhime? At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, In pruning me*? When shall you hear, that I 451 Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, What peremptory eagle-sighted eye: A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, A leg, a limba

That is not blinded by her majesty? (now? King. Soft; Whither away so fast?

King. What zeal, what fury, hath inspir', thee A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? 50 My love, iny mistress, is a gracious moon; Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.

Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron : Jaq. God bless the king !

O, but for my love, day would turn to night! King. What present hast thou there?

Of all complexions the culld sovereignty C'ost. Some certain treason.

55 Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; King. What makes treason here?

Where several worthies make one dignity; [seek. Cost. Nay, it makes notling, sir.

Where nothing wants, that want itself doula · To leap means in this place to erult. ? Some critics have conjectured, that Shakspeare here alludes to the Knott, a Lincolnshire bird of the snipe kind, which, from the casiness with which it was ensnared, was deemed foolish even to a proverb. "Mr. Sieevens, however, thinks that our author alludes to a true lover's knot; meaning, that the king remained so long in the lover's posture, that he seemed actually transformed into a knot. Critic and critical are oiten used by Shakspeare in the same sense as cynic and cynical. A bird is said to prune himself when he picks and sleeks his leathers.

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Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-some fiattery for this Fye, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not: Long. O, some authority how to proceed ; [evil

. To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; [blot. Sometricks, sonie quillets, how to cheat the devil.

She passes praise; then praise too short doth Dum. Somne salve for perjury. A wither d hermit, fivescore winters worn, 5 Biron. O, 'tis more than need!

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Have at you then, affection's men at arms': Beauty doth varnish age, as if new born,

Consider, what you first did swear unto;
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. To fast,—to study,--and to see no woman;
O, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine ! Flat treason'gainst the kingly state of youth.

King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. 10 Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young;
Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! And abstinence engenders maladies.
A wife of such wood were felicity.

And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, O, who can give an oath? where is a book, In that each of you hath forsworn his book :

That I may swear, Beauty doth beauty lack, Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look? If that she learn not of her eye to look? 15 For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,

No face is fair, that is not full so black. Have found the ground of study's excellence, King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, Without the beauty of a woman's face?

The hue of dungeons, and the scowi of night; From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive: And beauty's crest' becomes the heavens well. They are the ground, the book, the academes,

Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits 20 From whence doth spring the true Promethenn O, if in black my lady's brow be deckt, [ot light. Why, universal plodding prisons up [tire.

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, The nimble spirits in the arteries* ;
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;

As motion, and long-during action, tires
And therefore is she born to make black fair. The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
Her favour turns the fashion of the days ; 25 Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

For native blood is c unted painting now: You have in that forsworn the use of eyes; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, And study too, the causer of your vow:

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. For where is any author in the world, Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? black.

[bright. 30 Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted And where we are, our learning likewise is. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, crack.

[light. Do we not likewise see our learning there? Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, 35 And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, King. Iwere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell In leaden contemplation, have found out you plain,

Such fiery numbers', as the prompting eyes Mí find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.

Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with? Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-40 Other slow arts entirely keep the brain : day here.

And therefore finding barren practisers, King. No devil will fright thee then so much Scarce shew a harvest of their heavy toil: Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. But, love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Long. Look, here's thy love; my foot and her Lives not alone immured in the brain; face see.

[Shewing his shoe. 45 But with the motion of all elements, Biron.O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Courses as swift as thought in every power;

Her feet were too much dainty for such tread! And gives to every power a double power, Dun. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies Above their functions and their offices.

Thestreet should see as she walk'd overhead. It a:lds a precious seeing to the eye, King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? 150 A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; Biron. Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, When the suspicious head of theft is stoppid: now prove

Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; * In heraldry, a crest is a device placed above a coat of arms. Shakspeare therefore uses it here in a sense equivalent to top or utmost height. ? Dr. Warburton says, that quillet is the peculiar word applied to law-chicane, and imagines the original to be this: In the French pleadings, every several allegation in the plaintiít's charge, and every distinct plea in the defendant's answer, began with the words qu'il est ;- from whence was formed the word quillet, to signify a false charge or an evasive answer. That is, ye soldiers of affection. * In the old system of physic they gave the same office to the arteries as is now given to the nerves. “ Alluding to the discoveries in modern astronomy, at that time greatly improving, in which the ladies' eyes are compared, as usual, to stars. • That is, a lover in pursuit of his mistress has his sense of hearing quicker than a thief (who suspects every sound he hears) in pursuit of his prey.

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For valour, is not love a Hercules, (taste; King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

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[them, lords ; Subtle as sphinx; as sweet and musical,

Biron. Advance your standards, and upon As briglit Apollo's lule, strung with his hair'; 5 Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis d, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods In conflict that you get the sun of them. [by: Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Long. Now to plain-dealing: Jay these glozes Never durst poet touch a pen to write,

Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; King. And win them too: therefore let us devise 0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,

10 Some entertainment for them in their tents. And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Biron. First, from the park let us conduct From women's eres this doctrine I derive:

them thither; They sparkle still the right Promethean fie; Then, homeward, every man attach the hand They are the books, the arts, the acadeines; Of bis fair mistress: in the afternoon Thai show, contain, and nourish, all the world; 115 We will with some strange pastime solace them, Elsk, nove at all in angit proves excellent: such as the shortness of the time can shape; Then fool you were, these women to for wear; For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, Or, hepping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Fore-run tair love, strewing her way with flowers. For wisdom's sake, a word that all inen love; King. Away, away! no time shall be onnitted, Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; 20 That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Or for men's sake, the autilors of these wonnen; Biron. Allons allons !-Sow'd cockle reap'd Or women's sake, by whom we men are men;

no corn'; Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,

And justice always whirls in equal measure : Or eise we lose ourselves to keep our oaths: Light wenches mayproveplagues to men forsworn; It is religion, to be thus forsworn:

125 If so, our copper buys no better treasure. for charity itself fulvils the law;

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1351 Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. The Street.

[Draws out his table-book.

Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity Enter Lolofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull.

finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Idol.

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phanatical phantasms, such insociable and pointNat.'I praise God for you, sir: your 40 devise companions; such rackers of orthography, reasons' at dinner have been sharp and sententi as to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; ous; pleasant without scurrility, witty without after det, when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; tion", audacious' without impudency, learned with not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, haus; out opinion, and strange without heresy. I did neighbour, vocatur, nebour; neigh, abbreviated, converse this quondam day with a companion of 45 ve: This is abhominable. (which he would call the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, abominable) it insinuateth me of insanie: Ne im Don Adriano de Armado.

tolligis, domine? to make frantick, lunatick? Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His huinour Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo. is lofty, his discourse peremptory, histongue tiled, Hol. Bone? --bone, for bine : Priscian a his eve ambitious, his gait majestical, and his gene- 50 little scratch'd; 'twill serve. ralbelraviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. Het Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard. is too pickedá, too spruice, too atlected, too odd, Nath. l'idesne quis venit? as it were; tuo peregrinate, as I may call it.

Hob. Video of gaudeo. · Apollo, as the sun, is represented with golden hair; so that a lute strung with his hair means no more than strung with gilded wire. · This passage has been very fully canvassed by all the various comunentators upon our author: the following explanation, however, strikes us as the most simple and intelligible: When love speaks, (says Biron) the assembled gods reduce the elements of the sky to a calm, by their harmonious applauses of this jutoured orator” 'This proverbial expresion intimates that, beginning with perjury, they can expect to reap nothing but falshood. That is, enough's as good as a feast. Reason liere, as in other passages of our author's plays, signifies discourse.

That is, without affectation. dudacious is used tor spirited, animated; and opinion importstle wipe with obstinucy or opiniutreté. « Meaning, too nickly dressed: alluding probably to a bird pics ing out or is uning its feathers; a metaphor which our author has before wscd in this play.

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