Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts That have on both sides pass'd. Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them. I was one, sir, in this interlude; one sir Topas, sir, but that's all one :-By the Lord, foo!, I am not mad ;-But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal ? an you smile not, he's gagged: and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace : He hath not told us of the captain yet; When that is known, and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls-Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come; For so you shall be while you are a man; But, when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. SONG. Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. [Exeunt. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, [Exit. PERSONS REPRESENTED. FERDINAND, King of Navarre. BIRON, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BOYET, Lords attending on the King. MERCADE, Lords attending on the Princess of France. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniard. HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster. COSTARD, a Clown. MOTH, page to Armado. Officers and others, attendant on the King and Princess. SCENE,--NAvarre. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. ACT I. SCENE I.-Navarre. A Park, with a palace in it. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. L King. ET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, death; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors!—for so you are, |