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Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful
prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like
osiers bow'd. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine
eyes, Where all those pleasures live, that art would
comprehend : If knowlege be the mark, to know thee shall suf
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee
commend; All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without
wonder; (Which is to me some praise,' that I thy parts
admire) Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his
dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet
fire. Celestial as thou art, 0, pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly
tongue !' Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent : let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari, is nothing : 80 doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired
horse 1 his rider. But, damosella virgin, was this directed to you?
Jaq. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords.
Hol. I will overglance the superscript :- To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto : — Your ladyship’s in all desired '
employment, Biron. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.—Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king; it may concern much. Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty: adieu.
Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.—Sir, God save
Cos. Have with thee, my girl.
[Exeunt Cos. and Jaq. Sir Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously : and, as a certain father saith,
Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father ; I do fear colorable colors. But, to return to the verses; did they please you, sir Nathaniel ?
1 The horse adorned with ribands.
Sir Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.
Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savoring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society.
Sir Nath. And thank you too : for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life.
Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.—Sir, [to Dull.] I do invite you too; you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away: the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.
Another part of the same.
Enter BIRON, with a paper. Bir. The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch ; ? pitch, that defiles ; defile ! a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they say, the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad
1 In truth.
as Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills I a sheep. Well proved again on my side!. I will not love : if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her eye !—by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper : God give him grace to groan !
[gets up into a tree,
Enter the King, with a paper. King. Ah me!
Bir. [aside.] Shot, by heaven !-Proceed, sweet Cupid : thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap :-i' faith, secrets.King. [reads.] •So sweet a kiss the golden sun
gives not To those fresh morning drops upon
the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light:
Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep.
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
queens, how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.'How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper : Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville ! and reading! listen, ear. Bir. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, ap
[aside. Lon. Ah me! I am forsworn!
[aside. Bir. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.
[aside. King. In love, I hope : sweet fellowship in shame!
[aside. Bir. One drunkard loves another of the name.
[aside. Lon. Am I the first that have been perjured so ?
[aside. Bir. I could put thee in comfort: not by two, that I know:
The punishment of perjury was to wear on the breast a paper expressing the crime.