Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim plicity. Lon. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to move. O sweet Maria, empress of my love! These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Bir. O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose : Disfigure not his slop. [aside. Lon. This same shall go. [he reads the sonnet. 'Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argu ment) Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but, I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee : My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalest this vapor vow; in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise, To lose an oath to win a paradise?' Bir. [aside.] This is the liver vein,1 which makes flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. Lon. By whom shall I send this?-Company! stay. [stepping aside. Bir. [aside.] All hid, all hid,2 an old infant play : Like a demigod here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate ! Bir. O most profane coxcomb! [aside. Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Bir. By earth, she is but corporal; there you lie. [aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted.3 Bir. An amber-color'd raven was well noted. [aside. 1 The liver was anciently supposed to be the seat of love. 2 Children's cry at hide and seek. Outstripped, surpassed. Bir. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Dum. O that I had my wish! Lon. [aside. And I had mine! [aside. King. And I mine too, good lord! [aside. Bir. Amen, so I had mine. Is not that a good word? [aside. Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Bir. A fever in your blood? why, then incision Would let her out in saucers. Sweet misprision! [aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Bir. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. [aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. That I am forsworn for thee; Thou, for whom even Jove would swear, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.' This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; Lon. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desirest society: You may look pale; but I should blush, I know, King. Come, sir, [advancing.] you blush; as his your case is such ; You chide at him, offending twice as much : [to Longaville. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [to Dumain. What will Biron 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 perjured; 'tis a hateful thing: Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? You found his mote; the king your mote did see; But I a beam do find in each of three. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! 1 |