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This Gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve ;
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve.
He can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he,
That kist away his hand in courtesie ;
This is the ape of form, Monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can fing
A mean most mainly; and, in ushering,
Mend him who can; the ladies call him sweet ;
The itairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
This is the flower, that smiles on every one,
To Thew his teeth, as white as whale his bone.
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart,
put Armado's Page out of his Part ! Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine,
Boyet, and attendants. Biron. See, where it comes ; behaviour, what wert
thou, Till this man shew'd thee? and what art thou now? King. All hail, sweet Madam, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair in all hail is foul, as I conceive. King. Conftrue my speeches better, if you may; Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you
leave. King. We come to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our Court; vouchsafe it then. Prin. This field shall hold me, and so hold your vow :
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. King. Rebuke me not for That, which you provoke ; The vertue of your eye
must break oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue ; vice you should have
For virtue's office never breaks mens' troth.
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
As the unfully'd lilly, I proteft,
A world of torments though I should endure,
I would not yield to be your house's guest :
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heav'nly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,
Unseen, unvifited, much to our shame.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ;
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game. A mess of Rufans left us but of late.
King. How, Madam? Rufians?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Rof. Madam, fpeak true. It is not fo, my lord:
My lady (to the manner of the days)
In courtelie gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted were with four
In Rusian habit : here they stay'd an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have.drink.
Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair, gentle, sweet,
Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,
By light we lose light; your capacity
Is of that nature, as to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in my eye
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault
to snatch words from my tongue. Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. Rof. All the fool mine? Biron. I cannot give you less. Ref. Which of the vizors was it, that you wore ? Biron. Where? when? what vizor: why demand Res. There, then, that vizor, that fuperfluous
Case, That hid the worse, and thew'd the better face. King. We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.
Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? why looks your Highness
Ros. Help, hold his brows, he'll fwoon : why look
Sea-fick, I think, coming from Mufcouy.
Biron. Thus pour the Itars down plagues for Perjury.
face of brass hold longer out? Here stand I, lady, dart thy skill at me;
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout,
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
And I will with thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Rufian habit wait.
O! never will I trust to speeches pen’d,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ;
Nor never come in vizor to my friend,
Nor woo in rhime, like a blind harper's song.
Taffata-phrases, filken terms precise,
Three-pild hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical, these fummer-flies,
Have blown me full of maggot oftentation :
I do forswear them; and I here proteft,
By this white glove, (how white the hand, God
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be exprest
In russet yeas, and honest kersie noes :
And to begin, wench, (fo God help me, law!)
My love to thee is found, sans crack or flaw.
Rof. Sans, sans, I pray, you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage : bear with me, I am sick.
I'll leave it by degrees : soft, let us see ;
Write, Lard have mercy on us, on those three ;
They are infected, in their hearts it lyes ;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes :
These lords are visited, you are not free ;
For the lord's tokens on you both I see.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Rof. It is not fo; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Biron. Speak for your selves, my wit is at an end.
King. Teach us, sweet Madam, for our rude tranf-
greffion Some fair excuse.
Prin. The faireft is confeffion.
Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. And were you well advis'd ?
King. I was, fair Madam.
Prin. When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re-
King. Upon mine honour, no.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rofaline,
What did the Rufian whisper in your ear?
Rof. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear
As precious eye-fight; and did value me
Above this world; adding thereto, moreover,
That he would wed me, or else die my
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Most honourably doth uphold his word. I
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath,
Ros. By heav'n, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she wear:
And lord Biron, I thank him, is my Dear.
What? will you have me? or your pearl again?
Biron. Neither of either : I remit both twain.
I see the trick on't; here was a consent,
(Knowing aforehand of our merriment)
To dash it, like a Christmas comedy.
Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
Some mumble-news, fome trencher-knight, fome Dick,
That smiles his cheek in jeers, and knows the trick (37)
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd,
Told our intents before ; which once disclos'd,
The ladies did change Favours, and then we,
Following the figns, woo'd but the sign of the :
Now to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn ; in will, and error.
Much upon this it is. — And might not You [To Boyet.
Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?
Do not you know my lady's foot by th' squier,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye,
And stand between her back, Sir, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jelting merrily ?
You put our Page out : go, you are allow'd ;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd.
You leer upon me, do you there's an eye,
Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet. Full merrily
Hath this brave Manage, this Career, been run.
Biron. Lo, he is tilting strait. Peace, I have done.
Welcome, pure wit, thou parteft a fair fray.
Coft. O lord, Sir, they would know
Whether the three Worthies shall come in, or no.
Biron. What, are there but three ?
Coft. No, Sir, but it is vara fine ; For every one pursents three.
(37) That smiles his Cheek in years.] Thus the whole Set of Impressions : but I cannot for my Heart comprehend the Sense of this Phrase. I am persuaded, I have restor'd the Poet's Word and Meaning. Boyet's Chara&er was That of a Fleerer, jeerer, mocker, carping Blade.