Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is; If broken then, it is no fault of mine; Biron. [afide.] This is the liver-vein 2, which makes flesh a deity; A green goofe a goddefs: pure, pure idolatry. way. Enter Dumain. Long. By whom fhall I fend this? stay. -company? Stepping afide. Biran. [afide.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play; Like a demy-god, here fit I in the sky, And wretched fools' fecrets heedfully o'er-eye : Dumain transform'd; four woodcocks in a difh ? Biron. O moft prophane coxcomb! [afide. Dum. By heav'n, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. By earth, the is but corporal'; there you lie. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. Dum. As fair as day. [afide. [afide. Biron. Ay, as fome days; but then no fun muft fhine. King. And I mine too, good Lord! {afide. [afide. [afide. [afide. Biron. Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her, but a fever fhe Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be. Biron. A fever in your blood! why then, incifion Would let her out in fawcers, fweet mifprifion. [afide. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark, how love can vary wit. Dumain reads his fonnet. On a day, (alack, the day!) Through the velvet leaves the wind, [afide Air, would I might triumph fo.] Perhaps we may better read, Ah! would I might triumph fo. Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Thou, for whom ev'n Jove would fwear, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I fend, and fomething else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note: Long, Dumain, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief defir'ft fociety: [coming forward. You may look pale; but I should blush, I know, To be o'er-heard, and taken napping so. King. Come, Sir, you blush; as his, your cafe is fuch; [coming forward. You chide at him, offending twice as much. You do not love Maria? Longueville Did never fonnet for her fake compile ; Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart His loving bofom, to keep down his heart: I have been closely fhrowded in this bush, And markt you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty rhimes, obferv'd your fashion; Saw fighs reek from you, noted well your paffion. Ay me! fays one; O Jove! the other cries; Her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes. You would for Paradife break faith and troth; [To Long, And Jove, for your loye, 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. O, what a scene of fool'ry have I seen, A candle, hoa! King. Too bitter is thy jeft. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd by you. I am betray'd by keeping company. With men-like men, of ftrange inconftancy. King. Soft, whither away fo fast? A true man or a thief, that gallops fo? Biron. I poft from love; good lover, let me go. Enter Jaquenetta and Coftard. Jaq. God bless the King! King. What prefent haft thou there? The treafon and you go in peace away together. Where hadft thou it? Jaq. Of Coftard. King. Where hadft thou it? [He reads the letter. |