fool fent it, and the lady hath it: fweet clown, fweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. Enter the KING, with a paper. KING. Ah me! BIRON. [afide.] Shot, by heaven!-Proceed, fweet Cupid; thou haft thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:—I'faith secrets.— KING. [reads.] So fweet a kifs the golden fun gives not As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have fmote So rideft thou triumphing in my woe ; Do but behold the tears that fwell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show: Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. [Steps afide. What, Longaville! and reading! liften, ear, BIRON. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool, appear! LONG. Ah me! I am forfworn. [Afide. [Afide. BIRON. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing pa pers. [Afide. KING. In love, I hope; Sweet fellowship in fhame! [Afide. BIRON. One drunkard loves another of the name. [Afide. LONG. Am I the first that have been perjur'd fo? [Afide. BIRON. I could put thee in comfort; not by two, that I know: [Afide. Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of fociety, The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up fimplicity. LONG. I fear, thefe ftubborn lines lack power to move: O fweet Maria, emprefs of my love! These numbers will I tear, and write in profe. BIRON. O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hofe : Disfigure not his flop. LONG. This fame fhall go. [Afide. [He reads the fonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye ('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,) My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all difgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : Then thou, fair fun, which on my earth doft shine, Exhalft this vapour vow; in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine; If by me broke, What fool is not fo wife, To lofe an oath to win a paradife? [flesh a deity; BIRON. [Afide.] This is the liver vein, which makes A green goofe, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'the way. Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. LONG. By whom shall I fend this?-Company! stay. [Stepping afide. BIRON. [Afide.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play : Like a demi-god here fit I in the sky, And wretched fools' fecrets heedfully o'er-eye. More facks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! DUM. O moft divine Kate! BIRON. O most prophane coxcomb! [Afide. DUM. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! lie. [Afide. DUм. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. BIRON. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. [Afide. DUM. As upright as the cedar. BIRON. Stoop, I say; Her fhoulder is with child. DUM. As fair as day. [Afide. BIRON. Ay, as fome days; but then no fun must shine. BIRON. Amen, fo I had mine: Is not that a good word? DUM. I would forget her; but a fever she [Afide. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. DUM. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. BIRON. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. [Afide, DUM. On a day, (alack the day!) Through the velvet leaves the wind, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth fo apt to pluck a fweet. Do not call it fin in me, That I am forfworn for thee: Thou for whom even Jove would fwear, Juno but an Ethiop were; 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; For none offend, where all alike do dote. [rity, LONG. Dumain, [advancing.] thy love is far from cha That in love's grief defir'ft fociety: You may look pale, but I fhould blufh, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping fo. KING. Come, fir, [advancing.] you blush; as his your cafe is fuch; You chide at him, offending twice as much: You do not love Maria; Longaville [To DUMAIN, I would not have him know fo much by me. [Defcends from the tree. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, VOL. II.' D |