As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Through the transparent bosom of the deep, And they thy glory through my grief will show: O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel! paper; Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here? [Steps aside. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Biron. [aside.] Now, in thy likeness one more focl appear! Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. [aside.] Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers. King. [aside.] In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame! Biron. [aside.] One drunkard loves another of the name. Long. Am I the first that have been perjured so? Biron. [aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by two, that I know: Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner cap of society, The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move: O sweet Maria, empress of my love! These numbers will I tear and write in prose. Biron. [aside.] O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Disfigure not his slop. Long. [He reads the sonnet.] This same shall go.— Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument) Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment, A woman I forswore; but, I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine, If by me broke. What fool is not so wise, Biron. [aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. the way. Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Long. By whom shall I send this?-Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. [aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! wish; O heavens, I have my Dumain transform'd; four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. [aside.] O most profane coxcomb! Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! Biron. [aside.] By earth, she is not; corporal, there you lie. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. [aside.] An amber-colour'd raven was Biron. [aside.] Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long. [aside.] And I had mine! King. [aside.] And I mine too, good lord! Biron. [aside.] Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. [aside.] A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Biron. [aside.] Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind Wish'd hims-If the h-aven's breath. And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for hy love. This will I send; and something else more plain, That shall express my true love's fasting pain. Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; Long. [advancing.] Dumain, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be oe'rheard, and taken napping so. King. [advancing.] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such: You chide at him, offending twice as much : Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your pas sion : Ah me? says one; O Jove! the other cries: One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes: [To LONG.] You would for paradise break faith and troth; [To DUMAIN.] And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. What will Birón, when that he shall hear Faith so infringèd, which such zeal did swear? I would not have him know so much by me. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to re prove These worms for loving, that art most in love? O, what a scene of foolery have I seen, |