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Can any face of brass hold longer out?- What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me;
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; As precious eye-sight; and did value me Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; 5 That he would wed me, or else die my lover. And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Nor never more in Russian habit wait. Most honourably doth uphold his word. [troth, O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; I never swore this lady such an oath. Nor never come in visor to my friend;
10 Ros. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain, Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song: You gave me this; but take it, sir, again. 'Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
King. My faith, and this, the princess I didgive: Three-pild' hyperboles, spruce
affectation, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Figures pedantical; these summer flies
Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: 15 And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.I do forswear them : and I here protest,
What; will you have me, or your pearl again? By this white glove, (how white the hand, Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.God knows!)
I see the trick on't;-Here was a consent', Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd (Knowing aforehand of our merriment)
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: 20 To dash it like a Christmas comedy: [zany', And to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!-- Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Ros. Sans sans?, I pray you.
(trick Biron. Yet I have a trick
That smiles his cheek in years ; and knows the Of the old rage :-bear with me,
I am sick; 125 To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see;- Told our intents before : which once disclosed, Write, Lord have mercy on us on those three; The ladies did change favours; and then we, They are infected, in their hearts it lies;
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of shie. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes: Now to our perjury to add more terror, "These lords are visited; you are not free, 30 We are again forsworn; in will and error'. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. [to us.
upon this it is:-And might not you Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
[To Boyet. Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undous. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Ros. It is not so: For how can this be true, Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier '', That you stand forfeit, being those that sue*? 135 And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Biron. Peace; for I will
not haveto do with you. And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. You put our page out: Go, you are allowid”;
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrouch Some fair excuse.
[transgression 40 You leer upon me, do you there's an eye, Prin. The fairest is confession.
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have King. I was, fair madam.
done. Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect Cost. O lord, sir, they woukl know,
501 Biron. What, are there but three? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cost. No, sir; but it is very fine, Prin. Peace, peace, forbear;
For every one pursents three. Your oath brokeonce, you force not to forswears. Biron. And three times three is nine. K'ing. Despise me,when I break this oath of mine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Prin. I will; and therefore keep it;-Rosaline, 550
it is not so: A metaphor taken from the pile of velvet. ? That is, without French words.
3 The inscription put upon the doors of the houses infected with the plague. 4 Our author here puns upon the word sue, which signifies to prosecute by law, or to offer a petition. “That is, You make no difficulty to forswear.
• That is, a conspiracy. That is, a buffoon, or merry Andrew. * In rears signities, into wrikles. 'i.e. First in will, and afterwards in error, 10 From the French esquiore, a rule or square. The sense is nearly equivalent to the proverbial expression, he hath got the length of her foot; i. e. he hath humour’d her so long that he can persuade her to what he pleases. "Tivat is, You may say what you will.
You cannot beg us', sir, I can assure you, sir ; wel Biron.The pedant,thebraggart, the hedge-priest, know what we know: the tool, and the boy:
[again, I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,
A bare throw at novum?; and the whole world Biron, is not nine.
Cannot prick out' five such, take each one in his Cost. C'nder correction, sir, we know where- 5
vein. unul it doth amount.
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for
amain. [Pugeant of the Nine Worthies. nine.
Enter Costurd for Pompey. Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should
get Cost. “ I Pompey am," your living by reckoning, sir.
10 Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Biron. How much is it?
Cost. “ I Pompey am, Cos. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the Boyet. With libbard's head on knee *. actors, sir, will shew whereantil it doth amount: Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfece Ibe friends with thee.
[Big," one inan in one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. 15 Cost. "I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?
Dum. The great. Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Cost. It is great, sir;—“ Pompey surnam'd Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know
the great; not the degree of the worthy ; but I ani to stand “ That oft in field, with targe and shield, did for him.
make my foe to sweat ; Biron. Go bid them prepare. [some care. And, travelling along this coast, I here am come Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir, we will take
by chance; King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not “ And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet approach. [Erit Costard. lass of France.”
[done. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis 25 If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had some policy
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey: To have one show worse than the king's and his Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was company.
perfect: I made a little fault in, great. King. I say, they shall not come. [now; Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Poinpey proves Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you 30 the best worihy. That sport best pleases, that doth least know how;
Enter Nathaniel for Alexander. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Nath. “When in the world I liv'd, I was the Dies in the zeal of that which it presents,
world's commander; There form confounded makes inost form in mirth; By east, west, north, and soutlı, I spread my When great things labouring perish in their birth. 135 conquering might: Biron. A right description of our sport,my lord. My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am AlisanEnter Armado.
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of
stands too rights. thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of Biron. Your nose smells no, in this most tenderwords.
[Conterses apart with the king. 40 smelling knight. Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Prin. The conqueror is dismay’d: Proceed, Biron. Why ask you?
good Alexander. Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's mak- Nath. * When in the world I liv'd,' I was the Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey mo
[der. narch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceed-45 Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so Alisaning fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain: But Biron. Pompey the great, we will put it as they say, to fortuna della guerra. Cost. Your servant, and Costard. [sander. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couple- Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Aliment!
Cost. O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the King. Here is like to be a good presence of 50 conqueror? [To Nath.] You will be scraped out trorthies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool', will be given Arnado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Mac- to A-jax ?; he will then be the ninth worthy. A chabaus.
conqueror, and afеard to speak! run away for And if these four worthies in their first show thrive,155 shame, Alisander. [Exit Nath.] There, an't shall These four will change habits, and present the other please you! a foolish mild man, an honest man,
Biron. There is five in the first show, [five. look you, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous King. You are decciv'd, 'tis not so.
good neighbour in sooth; and a very good bowler: Meaning, we are not fools; our next relations cannot beg the wardship of our persons and fortunes. One of the legal tests of a natural is to try whether he can number. 2 Novum was an old game at dice.
A phrase still in use among gardeners. * This alludes to the old heroic habits, which on the knees and shoulders had usually, by way of ornament, the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's head.
$ To relish this joke, the reader should recollect, that the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his shoulders.
Alluding to the arms given to the nine worthies in the old history: A paltry pun upon Ajar and a jakes.
but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;--a little Dum. More calf, certain. o'erparted:-But there are worthies a-coming wil Boytt. No; he is best indu'd in the small. speak their mind in some other sort.
Biron. This can't be Hector. Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Moth for Hercules. Arm." The armipotent Mars, of lances the alHol. “Great Hercules is presented by this imp;
“ Gave Hector a gift,”
(mighty, “Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dum. A gilt nutmeg. canus;
Biron. A lemon. • And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Long: Stuck with cloves *. “Thus did he strangle serpents in his munus; 10 Dum. No, cloven
the almighty, “ Quonium, he seemeth in minority;
Arm. Peace! “The armipotent Mars, of lances Ergo, I come with this apology.
“ Gave Hector a gift, the heir of llion! [yea, [ToMoth.] Keep some state in thyerit, and vanish. " A man so breath'd, that, certain, he would night, Hol. “ Judas I am,—"
“ From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Dum. A Judas!
15“ I am that flower," Hol. Not Iscariot, sir..-
Dum. That mint. " Judas I am, ycleped Macchabæus.”
Long. That columbine. Dum. Judas Macchabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Biron. A kissing traitor:-llow art thou prov'd Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Judas I am,
[Judas : 20 runs against Hector. Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Hol. What mean you, sir?
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. selder. when he breath’d, he was a man-But I will forBiron. Well follow'd; Judas was hanged on an 25 ward with my device; [To the Princess} sweet Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Prin. Speak, brave llector ; we are much deHol. What is this?
lighted. Boyet. A cittern' head.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Dum. The head of a bodkin.
30 Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Biron. A deatli's face in a ring. [seen. Düm. He may not by the yard. Lorg. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Arm. “This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,” Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a fask?. gone, slie is two months on her way. Birotta St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Arm. What mean'st thou? Dum. Ay, and in a brooch ot lead.
Cost. Faith, unless you play the hone:t Trojan, Biron. Als
, and worn in the cap of a tooth- the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the drawer;
[tenance. child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. And now, forward; for we liave put thee in com- Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten.
Lol. You have put me out of countenance. 40 tates? thou shalt die.
pey that is dead by him. Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
Dum. Most rare Pompey! And soadieu, weet Sude! nay, why dost thou stay: 5 Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Dun. For the latter end of his naine.
Biron. Greater than greai, great, great, great Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him: Pompey! Pompey the huge! Judas, away.
[ble. Dum. Hector trembles. III. This is not generous, not gentle, not hum- Biron. Pompey is mov'd:—More Ates, inore Bojet. Alight for nonsieurJudas; it grows dark, 50 Ates'; stir them on, stir them on! he
Dum. Hector will challenge him. Prin. Alas, poor Macchabæus, how he hath Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's been baited!
belly than will sup a flea. Enter Armado, for Hector.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; bere come: 135 Cost. I will not sight with a pole, like a northern Hector in arms.
man: I'll slash; I'll do't by the sword:-I pray Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, you, let me borrow my arms again. I will now be merry.
[this. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. King. Hector was but a Trojan' in respect of Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Boyct. But is this llector ?
60 Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Dum. Ithink, llector was not so clean timber'd. Moth. Master,let me take you a button-hole lower. Long. His leg is too big for Hector.
Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing forthe combat? A citlern was a musical instrument of the harp kind. ? That is, a soldier's powder-horn. "A Trojan, in the time of Shakspeare, was a cant term for a thief. * An orange stuck with clures appears to have been a common new-year's gift. Ate was the heathen goddess who incited blood. shed. * Meaning the weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey.
What mean you? you will lose your reputation. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;
árm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, will not combat in shirt.
Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms, Dun. You may not deny it; Pompey hath l'arying in subjects as the eye doth roll made the challenge.
5 To every varied object in his glance: Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Which party-coated presence of loose love, Biron. What reason have you fort?
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; Have mišbecom'd our oaths and gravities, woolward for penance.
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome 10 Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he Our love being yours, the error that love makes wore none, but a dish.clout of Jaquenetta's; and Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, that a'wears next bis heart for a favour.
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both, fair ladies, you ; Mer. God save you, madam!
15 And even that falshood, in itself a sin, Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. But that thou interruptst our merriment.
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Your favours, the ambassadors of love; Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- And, in our maiden council, rated them Prin. Dead, for my life.
20 At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Mer. Even so: my tale is told. [cloud. As bombast and as lining to the tiine:
Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to But more devout than thus, in our respects, Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Have we not been; and therefore met your loves I have seen the days of wrong through the little In their own fashion, like a merriment. [than jest. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a 25 Dual. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more soldier.
[Ereuni Worthies. Long. So did our looks. King. How fares your majesty?
Ros. We did not quote them so. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Grant us your loves.
Prin. Prepare, I say.--Ithank you,gracious lords, 30 Prin. Á time, methinks, too short For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, To make a world-without-end bargain in: Out of a new-ad soul, that you vouchsafe No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd inuch, In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this,The liberal? opposition of our spirits:
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
40 Have brought about their annual reckoning: King. The extreme parts of time extremely forms If this austere insociable life All causes to the purpose of his speed;
Change not your offer made in heat of blood; And often, at his very loose, decides
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, That which long process could not arbitrate: Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love; And though the mourning brow of progeny 45 But that it hear this trial, and last love; Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
Then, at the expiration of the year, The holy suit which fain it would convince; Come challenge, challe.ge me by these deserts, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now kissing thine, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
I will be thine: and till that instant, shut From what it purpo'd; since, to wail friends lost, 50 My woeful self up in a mourning-house; Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
Raining the tears of lamentation, As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
For the reinembrance of my father's death.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear oi Neither intitled in ibe other's heart.
To flatter' up these powers of mine with rest, Play'dtoulplay withour oaths; your beauty, ladies, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Haih much deform'd us, fashioning our humours lience ever then my heart is in thy breast. Even to the opposed end of our intents :
Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me? And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
00 Ros. You nust be purged too, your sins are rank; As love is full of unbetitting strains;
Your are attaint with fault and perjury: 'To go woolward was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries, and means, that he was clothed in woo', and not in linen. * Liberal here signities, as has been remarked in other places, free to excess. 3 That is, tempted us. * Bombast was a stuti of loose texture, and used formerly to swell the garment, and thence used to signify bulk, or sliew withoui scliuity, That is, to sooth.
Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,
Biror. That's too long for a play. A twelve-month shall you spend, and never rest,
Enter Armudo. But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to Prin. Was not that Hector? me?
[nesty : 5 Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. Kath. A wife!-a beard, fair health, and how Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. leave: I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wile? to hold the plough for her sweet love three year. Kath. Not so,my lord;--atwelve-month anda day But, most esteem’dgreatness, will you hear the diI'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: 10 alogue that the two learned men
have compiled, Come when the king doth to my lady come, in praise of the owl and the cuckow? it should Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
have follow'd in the end of our show. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Arm. Holloa ! approach.Long. What says Maria
Enter all for a song. Mar. At the twelve-month's end,
This side is Hiems; winter.
[owl, Pll change my
black gown for a faithful friend. This Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the Long. I'll stay with patience; but thetime is long. The other by the cuckow. Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.
Ver, begin. Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, 20
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When claizies pied, and violets blue,
Do paint the meadows zith delight, Full of coinparisons, and wounding flouts;
The cuckow then, on every tree, Which you on all estates will execute,
Mocks marry'd men, for thus sings heg
Unpleasing to a murried ear? (Without the which I am not to be won)
When shepherds pipe on oaten stratus, You shall this twelve-inonth term from day to day
And merry lwks are plowmen's clocks, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
When turtles tread, and rooks, and dates, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, 35 And maidens bleach their summer smocks, With all the tierce' endeavour of your wit,
The cuckow then, on every tree,
Cuckow, cuckow,-0 word of fear, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
140 Unpleasing to a married ear? Ros. Why, that's the way to choakia gibing spirit,
W I N T E R.
And Dick the shepherd blou's his nail, or him that hears it, never in the tongue
145 And Tom beurs logs into the hall, Ot bim that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
And milk comes frozen home in pail, Deafʼd with the clamours oi their own dear-groans,
When blood is nipt, and wuys be foul, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Joan doth keel the pot'.
When all aloud the wind doth blow, Biron. A twelve-month? well, befal what will
And coughing drowns the parson's sar“, befal,
And birds sit brooding in the snoz, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital.
55 And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Prin. Ay, •my sweet lord; and so I take my When rosted crabs hiss in the bowl, leave.
[To the King.
Then nighily sings the staring oil, King. No, madam; we will bring you on your
Tu-whit, to-zho, a merry note, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old 60 While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy, Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelve-month and songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. And then 'twill end. [a day,
· Fierce here means vehement, rapid. ? Dr. Johnson thinks, that dear should here, as in many other places, be dere, sad, odious. i. e. Scum the pot. The word is yet used in Ireland. 41. e. his discourse.