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And I will wish thee never more to dance, I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, To dash it like a Christmas comedy:

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Nor never come in visor to my friend';'

Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Dick,Three-pil'd'hyperboles, spruce affectation, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

To make my lady laugh, when she's disposid, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Told our intents before: Which once disclos'd, I do forswear them: and I here protest,

The ladies did change favours; and then we, By this white glore, (how white the hand, God Following the signs, wood but the sign of she. knows!)

Now, to our perjury to add more terror, Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd We are again forsworn; in will, and error.

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : Much upon this it is:And might not you, And, to begin, wench,-So God help me, la l

[To Boyet. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or tlaw. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.

Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, Biron.

Yet I have a trick And laugh upon the apple of her eye ? of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick; And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, l'il leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three ; You put our page out: Go, you are alluw'd; They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, These lords are visited; you are not free, Wounds like a leaden sword. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

Boyet.

Full merrily Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. to us.

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. doné. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,

Enter Costard. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. end.

Biron. What, are there but thrce. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude

Cost.

No, sir ; but it is vara fine, transgression

For every one pursents three. Some fair excuse.

Biron.

And three times thrice is nine. Prin

The fairest is confession. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Were you not here, but even now, disguis’d ?

it is not so: King. Madam, I was.

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we Prin.

And were you well advis'd ? know what we know :
King. I was, fair madam.

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,-
Prin.
When you then were here, Biron

Is not nine. What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereunti King. That more than all the world I did respect it doth amount. her.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re

nine. ject her.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were 'pity you should get King. Upon mine honour, no.

your living, by reckoning, sir. Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear; Biron. How much is it ? Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount:

Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect What did the Russian whisper in your car ? one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great,

Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear sir. As precious eye-sight; and did value me

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know not

Prin. God give thee joy of him ! ihe noble lord the degree of the worthy: but I am io stand for him. Most honourably doth uphold his word.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, my Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take troth,

(Exil Costard. I never swore this lady such an oath.

King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not Ros. By heaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain, approach. You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; some policy I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

To have one show worse than the king's and his Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;

company. And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :-. King. I say, they shall not come. What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.

now; (1) Mistress. (2) Make no difficulty. (3) Conspiracy. (4) Buffoon. (5) Rule.

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some care.

him a paper.

That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander, Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Boyet. Your' nose says, nó, you are not; for it Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

stands too right. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenWhen great things labouring perish in their birih. der-smelling knight. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed,

good Alexander. Enter Armado.

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the

world's commander ;-Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali

sander. (Armado converses with the king, and delivers

Biron. Pompey the great,Prin. Doth ihis man serve God ?

Cost.

Your servant, and Costárd. Biron. Why esk you?

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Alisander. Arm. That's all one, my fuir, sweet, honey Alisander ihe conqueror ? You will be scraped out

Cost. O, sir, (To Nath.) you have overthrown monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is excecding fantastical; too, too vain ; too, too vain : of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, wil be given to guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, couplement !

[Erit Armado. and afеard to speak! run away for shame, AlisanKing. Here is like to be a good presence of wor

der. (Nath, retires.] There, an't shall please you thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,

a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for AlisanMachabæus.

der, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a little o'erparted :And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, But there are worthies a coming will speak their These four will change habits, and present the mind in some other sort. other five.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Biron. There is five in the first show,

Enter Holofernes arin'd, for Judas, and Moth Kinz. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge

arm’d, for Hercules. priest, the fool, and the boy :

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Abate a throw at novum;i and the whole world

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed again,

canus; Cannot pricks out five such, take each one in his vein. And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : amain.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minori'y, (Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c. Ergo, I come with this apology. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Er. Moth.

Enter Costard Hol. Judas I an,arm’d, for Pompey.

Dum. A Judas! Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir. Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Judas I am, ycleped Blachabaus. Cost. I Pompey ani,

Dim. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Boyet. With libbard's head on knec.

Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou pror'd Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs be

Judas?
friends with thee.

Hol. Judas I am,-
Cost. I Pompeyana, Pompey surnam'd the big,- Dim. The more shame for you, Judas.
Dum. The great.

Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the

Boyel. To make Judas hang himself. great ;

Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd op my foe lo sweat :

an elder. And, travelling along this coast, I here am come Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. by chance ;

Biron. Because thou hast no face. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass Hol. What is this? of France.

Boyet. A cittern head. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I

Dim. The head of a bodkin.
had done.

Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce was perfect: I made a little fault in, great.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Biron. My hat to a halspenny, Pompey proves Dim. The carv'd-bone face on a fask. the best worthy.

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Enter Nathaniel arm'd, for Alexander.

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the capoi a tooth-drawer • Nath. When in the world I liv’d, I was the And now, forward; for we have put thee in counworld's commander;

tenance. By east, west, north, and south, I spreail my con- Hol. You have put me out of countenance. quering might :

Biron. False; we have given thee faces. 81) A game with dice. (2) Pick,

(4) An ornamental buckle for fastening has 3) A soldier's powder-hord.

Ibands, &c,

seen.

Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Pompey! Pompey the huge! Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Dim. Hector trembles.

Boyei. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates,' more And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay? Ales; stir them on! stir them on! Dimn. For the latter end of his name.

Dum. Hecior will challenge hön. Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him :- Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood i's Jud-as, away.

belly than will sup a fiea. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas: it grows Cost. I will not night with a polc, like a northern dark, he may stumble.

man;' I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword :-I pray Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been you, let me borrow my arms again. buited!

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Enter Armado arm’d, for Hector.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles : here comes

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Hector in arms.

lower. Do you not sce, Pompey is uncasing for Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your will now be merry.

reputation. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.

Arin. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I Buuet. But is this Hector ?

will not combat in my shirt. Dun. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

made the challenge. Dunt. More call, certain.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Boyel. No; he is best indued in the small. Biron. What reason have you lor't ? Biron. This cannot be Hector.

Arm. The naked truth on it is, I have no shirt ; Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. I go woolward" for penance. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances: the al.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome mighly,

for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he Gare Hectur a gift

wore none, but a disli-clout of Jacquenetta's; and Dum. A gilt nutineg

that 'a wear3 next his heart, for a favour. Biron. A lemon.

Enler Mercade.
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Dem. No, cloven.

Mer. God save you, madam! .frm. Peace.

Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
The arinipotent Mars, of lances the almighly, But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
Gave Hector a gill, the heir of llion ;

Ver. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, A man so breath'd, that cerlain he would fight, yea Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Prin. Dead, for my life,
I am that flower,-

Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
Dun.
That mint.

Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Long.

That columbine. cloud. Irm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath:

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs I have sren the day of wrong through the little against Hecior.

hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

soldier.

(Exeunt Worthies. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten ; King. How fares your majesty ? sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will for- King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, stay. ward with my device: Swect rovalty, (to the Prin- Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious cess.) bestow on me the scnse of hearing.

lords, [Biron whispers Costard. For all your fáir endeavours; and entreat, Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much de-Out of a new-sad soul, that

you

vouchsafe lighted.

In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. The liberals opposition of our spirits: Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves Dum. He may not by the yard.

In the converse of breath, your gentleness Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibii,- Was guilty of it.--c'arewell, worthy lord !

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: gone ; she is two monihs on her way.

Escuse me so, coming so short of thanks Arin. What meanest thou ?

For my great suit so casily obtain'd. Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, King. The extreme parts of time extremely form the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the All causes to the purpose of his speed; child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. And often, at his very loose, decides Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten- That which long process could not arbitrate : tates? thou shalt die.

And though the mourning brow of progeny Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jacque-Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, netta that is quick by him; and hang’d, for P'om- The holy suit which fain it would convince; pey that is dead by him.

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it Boyel. Renowned Pompey!

From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost, Biron, Greater than great, great, great, great, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, (1) Lance-men.

(3) A clown. (4) Clothed in wool, without linen, (2) Alé was the goddess of discord.

(5) Free to excees.

As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Biron. And what to me, my love? and what Prin.' I understand you not: my griefs are to me ? double.

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Biron, Honest plain words best pierce the ear You are attaint with faults and perjury; of grief;

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, And by these badges understand the king. A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, But seek the weary beds of people sick. Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me? Haih much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Kath. A wife!-A beard, fair health, and how Even to the opposed end of our intents :

nesty; And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

With three-fold love I wish you all these three. As love is full of unbefitting strains;

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;

Kath. Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye

day Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

Come when the king doth to my lady come, To every varied object in his glance:

Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Which party-coated presence of loose love Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then, Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,

Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again, Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Long. What says Maria ? Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, Suggested' us to make: Therefore, ladies, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Our love being yours, the error that love makes Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,

long, By being once false for ever to be true

Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young. To those that make us both :-fair ladies, you: Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

What humble suit attends thy answer there; Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; Impose some service on me for thy love. Your favours the embassadors of love;

Ros. ont have I heard of you, my lord Birón, And, in our maiden council, rated them

Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
As bombast, and as lining to the time:

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;
But more devout than this, in our respects, Which you on all estates will execute,
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves That lie within the mercy of your wit:
In their own fashion, like a merriment.

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, Drum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, than jest.

(Without the which I am not to be won,) Long. So did our looks,

You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Ros.

We did not quote them so, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, Grant us your loves.

With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, Prin.

A time, methinks, too short To enforce the pained impotent to smile. To make a world-without-end bargain in: Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,

death? Pull of dear guiltiness; and, therefore, this, It cannot be; it is impossible: If for my love (as there is no such cause) Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : Remote from all the pleasures of the world; A jest's prosperity lies in the ear There stay until the twelve celestial signs or him that hears it, never in the tongue Have brought about their annual reckoning; or him that makes it: then, is sickly ears, If this austere insociable life

Deal'd with the clamours of their own dear Change not your offer made in heat of blood;

groans,
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds," Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, And I will have you, and that fault withal
But that it bear this trial, and last love:

But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
Then, at the expiration of the year,

And I shall find you empty of that fault, Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Right joyful of your reformation, And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befall what will I will be thine ; and till that instant, shut

befall, My woful self up in a mourning house ;

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Raining the tears of lamentation,

Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my For the remembrance of my father's death.

leave.

(To the King, If this thou do deny, let our hands part;

King. No, madam: we will bring you on your Neither intitled in the other's heart.

way. King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play;

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Might well have made our sport a comedy. Hence even then my heart is in thy breast, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a

day, (1) Tempted.

(2) Regard. Clothing, Vehement.

(5) Immediate

And then 'twill end.

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Biron.
That's too long for a play.

Unpleasing to a married ear?
Enter Armado.

III.
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, Prin. Was not that İlector ?

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

And Tom bears logs into the hall, Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take And milk comes frozen home in pail, leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. Then nightly sings the sluring oul, But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the

To-who; dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, Tu-whil, to-who, a merry note, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should While greasy Joan doth keel, the pol, have followed in the end of our show, King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

IV. Arm. Holla! approach.

When all aloud the wind doth blowo, Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and And coughing drowns the parson's saw, others,

And birds sit brooding in the snoro,
And Marian's nose

looks red and raw, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring ;

When roasted crabs? hiss in the bowl, the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the

Then nightly sings the staring owl, cuckoo. Ver, begin.

To-who ;

Tu-whit, lo-uhn, a merry note,
SONG.

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the And lady-smocks all silver-white,

songs of Apollo.—You, that way; we, this way. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,

(Ereient. Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every free,

(1) Cool.

(2) Wild apples.
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-.O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear?
II.

In this play, which all the editors have concur.
When shepherds pipe on oalen slraros,

red to censure, and some have rejected as unworAnd merry larks are ploughmen's thy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are clocks,

many passages mean, childish, and vulgar: and When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, some which ought

not to have been exhibited, as And maidens bleach their summer we are told they were, to a maiden queen. But smocks,

there are scattered through the whole many sparka The cuckoo then, on every tree,

of genius; nor is there any play that has mora Mocks married men, for ihus sings he,

evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare. Cuckoo ;

JOHNSON,

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