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Enter Thisbe.

Prom the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one,

Now are frolic; not a mouse for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.

Shall disturb this hallow'd house : Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py

I am sent, with broom before, ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

To sweep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. 'Asleep, my love ?

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, What, dead, my dove?

By the dead and drowsy fire : •O Pyramus, arise,

Every ell, and fairy sprite, • Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hop as light as bird from brier; * Dead, dead ? A tomb

And this ditty, after me, • Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Sing and dance it trippingly. "These lily brows,

Tila. First rehearse this song by rote: * This cherry nose,

To each word a warbling note, • These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
" Are gone, are gone:

Will we sing, and bless this place.
‘Lovers, make moan!
* His eyes were green as leeks.

o sisters three,
Come, come, to me,

obe. Now, until the break of day,
"With hands as pale as milk;

Through this house each fairy stray.
Lay them in gore,

To the best bride-bed will we,
Since you have shore

Which by us shall blessed be;
* With shears his thread of silk.

And the issue, there create,

Ever shall be fortunate.
Tongue, not a word:-
Come, trusty sword;

So shall all the couples three
Come, blade, my breast imbrue;

Ever true in loving be:
* And farewell, friends;

And the blots of nature's hand
Thus, Thisby ends :

Shall not in their issue stand;
"Adieu, adieu, adieu.'


Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the

Nor mark prodigious, such as are dead.

Despised in nativity, Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Shall upon their children be.

With this field-dew consecrate, Bol. No, I assure yo!; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Every fairy take his gait ;4 epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between

And each several chamber bless, two of our company ?

Through this palace with sweet peace: The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

E'er shall it in safety rest, needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the play

And the owner of it wlest. ers are all dead, there need none to be blameu.

Trip away; Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and

Make no stay; hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

Meet me all by break of day. been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very

(Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomas;: Puck. If we shadows hare offended, let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns. Think but this (and all is mended) The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:

That you have but slumber'd here, Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

While these visions did appear. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

And this 10eak and idle theme, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

No more yielding but a dream, This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd

Gentles, do not reprehend; The heavy gait' of nighi.-Sweet friends, to bed.- If you pardon, we will mend. A fortnight bold we this solemnity,

And, as I am an honest Puck,
In nigh.ly revels, and new jollity. [Ereunt. If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
SCENE II.- Enter Puck.

We will make amends, ere long :

Else the Puck a liar call.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;

So, good night unto you all.
Whilst ihc hcavy ploughman snores,

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit.
All with wcary ta-k Tordonc. 2
Ny the wasted brands do glo:v,

Whilst the scritch-oil, scritching loud,
Pu's the wretch, that lies in wo,
In remembrance of a shroud.

Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts Now it is the time of nicht,

in their various modes are well written, and give That the graves, all gaping wide,

the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Every one lets forth his sprite,

Fairies in his time were much in fashion ; common In the church-way paths to glide :

trad.tion had made them familiar, and Spencer's And we fairies, that do run

poem had made them great.

JOHNSON. By the triple Hecate's team, (1) Progress. (2) Overcome.

(3) Portentous,

(4) Way.



Ferdinand, king of Navarre.

A Forester.
Longaville, Slords, altending on the king. Princess of France.

Bovet, lords, attending on the princess of Maria, ladies, allending on the princess.
Mercade, France.

Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Jaquenetta, a country wench.
Sir Nathaniel, a curale.
Holofernes, a schoolmaster.

Oficers and others, altendants on the king and Dull, a constable.

princess. Costard, a clown. Moth, page to Armado.

Scene, Navarre.


And, one day in a weck to touch no food ;

And but one meal on every day beside ; SCENE 1.Navarre. A park, with a palace And then to sleep but three hours in the night,

The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : in it. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and And not to be seen to wink of all the day; Dumain.

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, King.

And make a dark night too of half the day ;)

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : LET

fame, that all hunt after in their lives, 0, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. And then grace us in the disgrace of death; King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. When, spite of cormorant devouring time,

Biron. Let me sav no, myliege, an if you please ; The endeavour of this present breath may buy I only swore, to study with your grace, That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen And stay here in your court for three years' space. edge,

Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. And make us heirs of all eternity.

Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in Therefore, brave conquerors !--for so you are,


.. “That war against your own affections,

What is the end of study ? let me know. And the huge army of the world's desires,

King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force:

not know. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ; Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from Our court shall be a little académe,

common sense ; Still and contemplative in living art.

King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. You three, Birón, Dumai and Longaville, Biron. Come on, then, I will swear study so. Huve sworn for three years' term to live with me, to know the thing I am forbid to know: My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, As this–To study where I well may dine, That are recorded in this schedule here:

When I to least expressly am forbid ; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, That his own hand mav strike his honour down, When mistresses from common sense are hid: That violates the smallest branch herein:

Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, If vou are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

Study to break it, and not break my troth.
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. If study's gain be thus, and this be so,

Long. I am resolv’d: 'tis but a three years' fast; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know:
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits King. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
Mike rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. And train our intellects to vain delight.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Biron. Why, all delights are vain ; but that
The grosser manner of these world's delights

most vain, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit rain : To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; As, painfully to pore upon a book, With all these living in philosophy.

To seek the like of truth ; while truth the while Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Doth falsely' blind the eyesight of his look: So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : That is, to live and study here three years, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, But there are other strict observances :

Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. As, not to see a woman in that term ; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :

(1) Dishonestly, treacherously.

Study me how to please the eye indeed,

Therefore this article is made in vain, By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, King. What say you, lords? why, this was And give him light that was it blinded by.

quite forgot. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

Biron. So study evermore is overshot; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; While it doth study to have what it would, Small have continual plodders ever won, It doth forget to do the thing it should : Save base authority from others' books.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. That gave a naine to every fixed star,

King. We must, of force, dispense with this Have no more profit of their shining nights,

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. She must lie here on mere nccessity.
Too much to know, is, to know nought but same; Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn
And every godfather can give a name.

Three thousand times within this three years' King. How well he's read, to reason against space : reading!

For every man with his affects is born; Dim. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro- Not by might master'd, but by special grace : ceeding!

If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the I am forsworn on mere necessity: weeding.

So to the laws at large I write my name: Biron. The spring is near, when green geese

(Subscribes. are a breeding.

And he that breaks them

he least degree, Darm. How follows that?

Stands in attainder of eternal shame : Biron.

Fit in his place and time. Suggestions are to others, as to me; Dam. In reason nothing.

But, I believe, although I seem so loth, Biron.

Something then in rhyme. I am the last that will last keep his oath. Lonz. Biron is like an envious sneaping' frost, But is there no quick” recreation granted :

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. King. Ay, that there is : our court, you know, Biron. Well, say I am ; why should proud sum

is haunted
mer boast

With a refined traveller of Spain;
Before the birds have any cause to sing ? A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : At Christmas, I no more desire a rose

One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;? Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Bat like of each thing, that in season grows.

A man of complements, whom right and wrong So you, to study now it is too late,

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. This child of fancy, that Armado hight, King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu ! For interim to our studies, shall relate, Biroa. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay in high-born words, the worth of many a knight with you:

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,

How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; Than for that angel knowledge you can say,

But I protest, I love to hear him lie, Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And I will use him for my minstrelsy. And 'bide the penance of each three years' day.

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, Give me the paper, let me read the same;

A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. And to the strict'st decrees, I'll write my name.

Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

sport; shame!

And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. (Reads.] Item, That no woman shall

Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard. come within a mile of my court.And hath this been proclaim'd ?

Dull. Which is the duke's own person Long,

Four days ago.

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Biron. Let's see the penalty.

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I (Reads.]-On pain of losing her tongue.- am his grace's tharborough:? but I would see his

Who devis'd this ? own person in Nesh and blood. Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. This is he. Biron. Sweet lord, and why?

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.Long. To fright them hence with that dread There's villany abroad ; this letter will tell you

penalty Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. enlure such public shame as the rest of the court Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in can possibly devise

God for high words.
This article, my liege, yourself must break; Long. A high hope for a low having : God grant

For, well you know, here comes in embassy us patience!
The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing ?

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modc.
A maid of grace, and complete majesty,– rately; or to forbear both.
About surrender-up of Aquitain

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father : cause to climb in the merriness.

(1) Nipping. (2) Games, sports. (5) Lively, sprightly. (6) Called. (3) Reside.

Temptations. (7) i. e. third-borough, a peace-officer.



Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy laro': fury; Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken and shall, at the least of thy sweei nolice, bring her with the manner.!

to Irial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and Biron. In what manner ?

heart-burning heat of duty, Cost. In manner and form following, sir ; all

DON ÁDRIẢNO DE ARMADO. those three: I was scen with her in the manor

Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken

the best that ever I heard. following her into the park; which, put tozether, is, in manner and forin following. Now, sir, for

King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak

what say you to this? to a woman : for the form,-in some form.

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. Biron. For the following, sir?

King. Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and little of the marking of it.

Cosi. I do confess much of the hearing it, but God defend the right! King. Will you hear this letter with attention?

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment,

to be taken with a wench. Biron. As we would hear an oracle. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken

Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken

with a damosel.
arter the fesh.
king. (Reads.) Great deputy, the welkin's vice-

King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Cosi. This was no damosel neither, sir;

she was gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth’s God, and body's fostering patron,

a virvin. Cost. Not a word of Custard yet.

king. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed,

virgin. King. So it is, Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, taken with a maid.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was in telling true, but so, so. King. Peace.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.

Cost. This muid will serve my turn, sir. Cost. be to me, and every man that dares

King. Sır, I will pronounce your sentence ; You not fight!

Ishall fast a week with bran and watcr.
King. No words.
Cosi. - of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton King. So it is, besieged with sable-colorired and porridge,

king. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.melancholy, I di:l commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of ily health-My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er. giving uir ; and, as I am u gentleman, belook my

And go we, lords, to put in practice that

Which each to other haih so stronply sworn. self to walk. The lime when? About the sirih hoir; when beasls most graze, birds best peck, and

[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. men sil down lo that nourishment which is called

Biron. i'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. supper. S.) much for the lime when. Norn for the

-Sirrah, come on. ground which; which, I mean, I walked upoi : it is yciepe i thy park. Thrn for the place where ; was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a

Cusl. I suffer for the truth, sir : for true it is, I where, í mei,' I dil encounter thai obscene ani most preposterous event, thal drawelh from ini

rue girl ; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of S'1010-u hile pen the ebon-coileared ink, which heri prosperity! Allliction may one day smile again,

(Exeunt. tu riewest, beholdest, surreyest, or srest : but to ind till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! Plenluce. wohere, -- Il slan leth north-north-east and SCENE U.- Another part of the same. Armaby east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted

do's house. Enter Armado and Moth. garilmthere did I see thui luw-spirited swuin, Chat base minnow of thy mirth,

Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great Cosl. Me.

spirit grows melancholy ? King. that unletler'd small-knowing soul, Moth. A greai sign, sir, that he will look sad. Cost. Me.

Am. Why, sadness is one and the sell-same king. - that shalloro vassal,

thing, dear imp. Cosi. Still me.

Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. King. - which, as I remember, hight Cos- Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melanlar!,

choly, my tender juivenal ?2 Cost. O me!

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work King. sorted and consorted, contrary to thy ing, my tough senior. established proclaimed edict and contineni canon, Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ? with-with-0 withbut with this I passion Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvcnal? say wherewith

Arin. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent Cost. With a wench.

epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which King. — roith a child of our grandmother Eve, we may nominate tender. a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent

Him I (as my ever-esteemed duly pricks title to your old time, which we may name tough. me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of Arm. Pretty, and apt. punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my Dull; a man of good repule, carriage, bearing, saying apt? or I apt, and my saving pretty ? and estimation.

Arin. Thou pretiy, because little. Diell. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt? Dull.

Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. King. For Jaquenelta (so is the weaker resse! Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid Arm. In thy condign praise.

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. (1) In the fact. (2) A young man. Arm. What ? that an eel is ingenious ?


Moth. That an eel is quick.

Moth. If she be made of white and red, Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thou Her faults will ne'er be known; heatest my blood.

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Moth. I am answered, sir.

And fears by pale-white shown: Arin, I love not to be crossed.

Then, if she fear, or be to blame, Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses' By this you shall not know; love not him.

(Aside. For still her cheeks possess the same, Arm. I have promised to study three years with Which native she doth owe.? the duke.

A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

white and red. Arm. Impossible.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and Moch. How many is one thrice told ?

the Beggar ? Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of Moth. The world was very guilty of such a bala tapster.

lad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis oth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. not to be found ; or, if it were, it would neither Arm. I contess both; they are both the varnish serve for the writing, nor the tune. of a complete man.

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much the that I may example my digression by some mighty gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. iook in the park with the rational hind Costard; Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three. she deserves well. Arm. True.

Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? than my master.

[ Aside. Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: Arm. Sing, boy; my spirits grow heavy in love. and how easy it is to put years to the word three, Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light and study three years in two words, the dancing- wench. horse will tell you.

Arm. I say, sing.
Arm. A most fine figure!

Moth. Forbear lill this company be past.
Moth. To prove you a cypher. (Aside.
Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and,

Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta. as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep with a base wench. It drawing my sword against Costard safe; and you must let him take no delight, the humour of affection would deliver me from the nor no penance; but a'must fast three days a-week: reprobate thought of it, I would take desire pri- For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she soner, and ransom him to any French courtier for is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid. methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, Jaq. Man. boy: What great men have been in love ?

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Mcth. Hercules, master.

Jaq. That's hereby. Arm. Most sweet Hercules!—More authority, Arm. I know where it is situate, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let Jaq. Lord, how wise you are! them be men of good repute and carriage.

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good! Jaq. With that face? carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town- Arm. I lose thee. gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Sam- Arin. And so farewell. son! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou Jaq. Fair weather after you ! didst me in carrying gates. I am in love 100,-Who Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

(Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, Arm. Of what complexion ?

ere,thou be pardoned. Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; Cosl. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do or one of the four,

it on a full stomach. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ? for they are but lightly rewarded.

Moth, As I have read, sir; and the best of them Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up. too.

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I' will last, to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson being loose. had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou for her wit.

shalt to prison. Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a green wit. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. desolation that I have seen, some shall see Molh. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

Moth. What shall some see ? masked under such colours.

Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing : assist me!

I thank God, I have as little patience as another Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pretty, man; and, therefore, I can be quiet. and pathetical!

(Exeunt Moth and Costard.

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, (1) The name of a coin once current.

of which she is naturally possessed. (3) Transgression. (4) Dairy-woman. (5) Love,

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