I have been closely shrouded in this bush, [To LONG. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To DUMAIN. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear I would not have him know so much by 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 sonneting. But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen 3! O me, with what strict patience have I sat, To see a king transformed to a gnat! And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And critick Timon laugh at idle toys! Where lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain? And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? And where my liege's? all about the breast:A caudle, ho! 3 Grief. VOL. II. 4 Cynic. B B King, Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? I am betray'd, by keeping company With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy. King. Soft: Whither away so fast? A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Jaq. God bless the king!? King. What present hast thou there? What makes treason here? Cost. Some certain treason. King. Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. King. If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be Our read; parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over. Where hadst thou it? Jag. Of Costard. [Giving him the letter. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? In trimming myself. Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. [Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you loggerhead, [To COSTARD.] you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Biron. True, true; we are four : Will these turtles be gone? Hence, sirs; away. King. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors [Exeunt COST. and JAQ. stay. King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine ? Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty? King. What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Where nothing wants, that want itself doth Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fye, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; She passes praise; then praise too short doth A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. A wife of such wood were felicity. O, who can give an oath? where is a book? No face is fair, that is not full so black. And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days; For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? Biron. Nothing so sure; and thereby all for sworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there, evil. some flattery for this Long. O, some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Dum. Some salve for perjury. Biron. O, tis more than need! Have at you then, affection's men at arms : Consider, what you first did swear unto; To fast, -to study, and to see no woman; Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young And abstinence engenders maladies. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, The nimble spirits in the arteries; As motion, and long during action, tires 6 Law-chicane. |