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FERDINAND, King of Na-Costard, a clown,
Moth, page to Don Adriano de
Princess of France.
the Princesse tastical Spaniard.
Catharine, Nathaniel, a curate.
Jaquenetta, a country-wench. Dull, a constable.
Officers, and others, attendants Holofernes, a schoolmaster. upon the King and Princess. SCENE, the King of Navarre's palace, and the country
A C T I.
ET fame, that all hunt after in their lives,,
* In this play are to be perceived several strokes of Shakespear's pen, but the whole ought by no means to pass for the work of it. +
- brazen tonibs; And then grace us in the disgrace of death : When, spight of, &c.
And the huge army of the world's delires ;
Long. I am resolv'd; 'tis but a three years' faft:
Dum. My loving Lord, Dumain is mortify'd :
Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
King. Your oath is pass’d to pass away from these.
I only swore to study with your Grace,
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest.
Biron. By yea and nay, Sir, then I swore in jeit. What is the end of study? let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we should not
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study fo,
When I to fealt expressly am forbid;
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
King. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, 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
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile ;
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
And give him light, that it was blinded by.
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save bafe 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 Mining nights,
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. " Too much to know, is to know nought: but feign; * And every godfather can give a name.”
King. How well he's read, to reason against reading ! Dum. Proceeded well, to ftop all good proceeding. Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow the
weeding. Biron. The fpring is near when green geese are a
King. Well, you -Go-home, Biron : adieu !
you. And though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say; Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
And 'bide the penance of each three years' day. Give me the paper, let me read the fame; And to the strict'it decrees I'll write my name. King. How well this yielding rescues thee from
shame! Biron. Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.
[reading. Hath this been proclaimed?
Long. Four days ago.
Biron. Let's see the penalty. On pain of losing her tongue.
[reading VOL. II.
i Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta, The manner of it is, I was taken in the manner.
Biron. In what manner?
Coji. In manner and form, following, Sir; all those three. I was seen with her in the manor house, fitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, Sir, for the manner : it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman; for the form, in fome form.
Biron. For the following, Sir?
Coff. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!
King. Will you hear the letter rith attention ?
Col. Such is the fimplicity of man to hearken after the nelh.
King. [reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's. vicegerent, and fole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's foftering patron--
Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
King. So it is, besieged with fable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppreljing humour to the mal wholesome phy he of thy bealth-giving air; and as I am a gentlemail, betook_1??yself to walk. The time, when? about the fixth hour, when beafts molt graze, birds beft peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is call'd fupper: so much for the time, when. Now for the ground, which? which, I mean, I walk'd upon; it is yclepeil, thy park. Then for the place, where? where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my from-ruhite pen the ebon-colour'd ink, which here that viewest, beholdest, furvereft, or feeft. But to the place, where? it sandeih north-north-east and by east from