Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore, this,→ Change not your offer made in heat of blood; Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, For the remembrance of my father's death. King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! 980 990 Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, 1001 A twelve A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest, Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Kath. A wife!-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 twelve-month and a day 1011 I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: Mar. At the twelve-month'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. 1021 Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,. Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparisons, and wounding flouts; Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit: To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, 1029 (Without (Without the which I am not to be won) You shall this twelve-month term from day to day To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. 1040 Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, And I will have you, and that fault withal; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, 1050 And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation. Biron. A twelve-month? well, befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. [To the King. King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy. King. Come, sir, it wants a twelve-month and a day, And then 'twill end. Biron. That's too long for a play. Enter ARMADO. Armado. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,— Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. 1060 Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three year. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckow? it should have follow'd in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Enter all, for the Song. This side is Hiems; winter. 1072 This Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the owl, The other by the cuckow. Ver, begin. SONG. SONG. SPRING, When daizies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight, Cuckow, cuckow,O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, Cuckow, cuckow,—0 word of fear, WINTER. When icicles hang by the wall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, 1080 1090 1100 When |