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And not be seen to wink of all the day
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.
Biron. Let me say, no, my liege, an if you please ; I only swore, to study with your grace,
51 And stay here in your court for three years' space.
Long. You:swore to that, Biron, and to the rest,
Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.What is the end of study ? let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we should
not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd (you mean) from
common sense ? King. Ay; that is study's god-like recompence.
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know :
60 As thus,-To study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid ;
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
And train our intellects to vain delight.
71 Biran. Why, all delights are vain; but that most
yain, Which, with pain purchas’d, doth inherit pain : As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eye-sight of his look:
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile :
By fixing it upon a fairer eye ;
And give him light that was it blinded by.
That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks; Small liave continual plodders ever won,
Save başe authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights,
90 Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name, King. How well he's read, to reason against read,
ing! Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding
Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a
That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Biron. Well, say I am: why should proud summer
boast, Before the birds have any cause to sing ? Why should I joy in an abortive birth ? At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows. So you, to study now it too late, That-were to climb o'er the house t'unlock the gate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron; adieu ! Biron. No, my good lord;
have sworn to stay
with you :
And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
And biļe the penance of each three years' day.
shame! Biron. Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court. [Reading.] Hath this been proclaimed?
Long. Four days ago.
123 Biron. Let's see the penalty. On pain of losing her tongue.--[Reading.] Who devis'd this penalty ?
Long. Marry, that did I.
Item, [Reading.] If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such publick shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise. This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For, well you know, here comes in embassy
A maid of grace, and complete majesty,
To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: Therefore this article is made in vain,
140 Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. King. What say you, lords ? why, this was quite
forgot. Biron. So study evermore is overshot ; While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should : And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
King. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; She must lie here on mere necessity.
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn
150 Three thousand times within this three years
Not by might master'd, but by special grace:
And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shame:
Suggestions are to others, as to me; But, I believe, although I seem so loth, 260 I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted ? King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is
haunted With a refined traveller of Spain; A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain :
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony;
Have chose a's umpire of their mutiny: 170 This child of fancy, that Armado hight,
For interim to our studies, shall relate,
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. 1