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Arm. Pardon, sir

, error: ne is not quantity enough | The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of I were the fairest goddess on the ground : bis club.

I am compard to twenty thousand fairs. Hol. Shall I have audience? be shall present Hero | O, he hath drawn my picture in bis lettei ! cules in minority: his enter and exit shall be stran- Prin. Anything like? gling a snake; and I will have an apology for that Ros. Much in the letters ; nothing in the pruise. purpose.

Prin. Beauteous as isik; a good conclusion. Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the audience Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. hiss, you may cry, Well done, Hercules! now thou Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die your debtor, crushest the snake! that is the way to make an offence | My red dominical, my golden letter : gracious; though few have the grace to do it.

O that your face were not so full of O's! Arm. For the rest of the worthies?

Kath. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows! Hol. I will play three myself.

Prin. But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman !

Dumain ? Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ?

Kath. Madam, this glove. Hol. We attend.


Did he not send you twain ! Arm. We will have, if this fadge® not, an antic. I Kath. Yes, malam ; and moreover, beseech you, foilow.

Some thousand verses of a faithful lover; Hol. Via, goodman Dulll thou hast spoken no word A huge translation of hypocrisy, all this while.

Vilely compild, profound simplicity. Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.

Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville : IIol. Allons ! we will employ thee.

The letter is too long by half a mile. Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in heart, on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the The chain were longer, and the letter short? bay.

Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.

(Ereunt. Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.

That same Biron I'll torture ere I go. SCENE II.--Another part of the same. Before the o, that I knew he were but in by the week ! Princess's Pavilion.

How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek ; Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, Rosaline, and And wait the season, and observe the times, MARIA.

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,

And shape his service wholly to my behests ; If fairings come thus plentifully in :

And make him proud to make me proud that jests! A lady wall'd about with diamonds!

So portent-like would I o'ersway his staie, Look you, what I have from the loving king.

That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Ros. Madlam, came nothing else along with that?

Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in rhyme, As wit turn d fool : folly, in wisdom hatch d,

catch'd, A3 would be crammd up in a sheet of paper, Writ on both sides of the leaf, margent and all;

Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Ros. That was the way to make his godhead wax ;b

Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, For he hath heen five thousand years a boy.

As gravity's revolt to wantonness. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Ros. You 'll ne'er be friends with him ; he killa As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;

Since all the power thereof it doth apply, Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
And so she died : bad she been light, like you,

Enter BoYET.
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandam ere she died :

Prın. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face And so may you; for a light heart lives long.

Boyet. 0, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's ter Ros. What is your dark meaning, mouse, of this light

grace? word ?

Prin. Thy news, Boyet ? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.


Prepare, madam, prepare ! Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out.

Arm, wenches, arm ! encounters mounted are
Kath. You 'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Against your peace : Love doth approach disguis d,
Terefore, I'll darkly end the argument.

Armed in arguments; you 'll be surpris'd :
Ros. Look, what you do; you do it still i' the dark. Muster your wits; stand in your own delence;
kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light.

Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! What are they, Kath. You weigh me not,-0, that's you care not

That charge their breath against us ? say, scout, say.

Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
Ros. Great reason; for, Past care is still past cure.

I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wite well play'd. When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
But, Rosaline, you have a favour too :

Toward that shade I might behold addressid
Who sent it? and what is it?

The king and his companions : warily Ros.

I would you knew :

I stole into a neighbour thicket by, An if my face were but as fair as yours,

And overheard what you shall overhear; My favour were as great ; be witness this.

That, by and by, disguis d they will be here. Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron :

# Rosaline, it appears, was a brunet'e ; Katharine fair, Fadge. This word is from the Anglo-Saxon feg-un-lo join perhaps red haired, marked with small pox

your sister.

for me.

In the early toelver, and thence to fit, to agree.

alphabets for children, A was printed in red, B, as well as the T.rar-lo grow; as we say, the moon waxeth.

remainder of the alphabet, in black; and thus the ladies den • Sif u wit.

upou iheir complexious.

Set is a tortu uyd at tennis.

Their lif:ald is a pretty knavish page,

Biron. “ Their eyes," villain, “ their eyes!" Tlat sel by beart hath connd his embassage:

Moih. “ That ever turn d their eyes to mortal views ! Action, and accent, did they teach him there;

Out - Tous inust thou speak, and thus thy body bear :" Boyet. True; out, indeed. And ever and anon they made a doubt,

Moth. “Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouch Presetce majestical would put him out;

safe ** For." qnot the king, “ an angel shalt thou see, Not to behold Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously."

Biron. “ Once to behold," rogue. The loş replied, “ An angel is not evil;

Moth. “Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes," — I should have fear'd ber had she been a devil."

“ With your

sun-beamed eyes With that all laugh d, and clapp'd him on the shoulder ; Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.

You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. Ore rubbis his elbow, thus; and deer'd, and swore, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me À tatier speech was never spoke before :

out. Anther with his finger and his thumb,

Biron. Is this your perfectness ? begone, you rogue ! Croi, “ Via! we will do 't, come what will come:" Ros. What would these strangers ? know their minds, The third he caper'd, and cried, “ All goes well;"

Boyet : The fourth turn d on the toe, and down he fell.

If they do speak our language, 't is our will With that, they ali did tumble on the ground,

That some plain man recount their purposes : With such a zealous laughter, so profound,

Know what they would. That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

Boyet. What would you with the princess ? To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.

Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Prir. But what, but what, come they to visit us? Ros. What would they, say they ? Boyet. They do, they do; and are appareld thus,- Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Lie Muscorites, or Russians, as I guess.

Ros. Why, that they have ; and bid them so be gone. Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance:

Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone. And every one his love-feat will advance

king. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Unito his several mistress; which they 'll know

To tread a measures with her on the grass. B; farcurs several, which they did bestow.

Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be

mile, task'd :

To tread a measure with you on this grass. For, ladlies, we will every one be mask'd ;

Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches And not a man of them shall have the grace,

Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.

The measure then of one is easily told. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,

Boyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd miles, 1 then the king will court thee for his dear;

And many miles, the princess bids you tell,
Huld, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine; How many inches do fill up one mile.
So slall Biron take me for Rosaline.--

Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps
And change your favours too; so shall your loves Boyet. She hears herself.
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.


How many weary steps, Pas. Come un then; wear the favours most in sight. Of many weary miles you have o'crgone, Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent? Are number'd in the travel of one mile?

Prir. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you ; They do it but in mocking merriment;

Our duty is so rich, so infinite, And mock for mock is only my intent.

That we may do it still without accompt. Tuer wereral counsels they unbosom shall

Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,

That we, like savages, may worship it. L'w the next occasion that we meet,

Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Vitt visazes display'd, to talk and greet.

King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such cloads do! Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to 't? Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, tu shine

Prin. No; to the death we will not move a foot : (Those clouds remov'd) upon our watery eyne. Vir to their penn'd speech render we no grace:

Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; But, while 't is spoke, each turn away her face.

Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Buget. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's King. Then, in our measure, vouchsate but ono heart,

change: And quite divorce his memory from his part.

Thou bida'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it soon. Tle iet will ne'er come in, if he be out.

[Music plays. There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown; Not yet ;, no dance :—thus change I like the moon. To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own :

King. Wiil you not dance? How come you thus So shall se stay, mocking intended game;

estranged? And they, well mock d, depart away with shame.

Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she is [Trumpets sound within.

changed. Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be mask'd, the maskers King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.

[ The ladies mask. The music plays; vouchsafe sume motion to it.

Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it. Enter the Kixg, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,

King. in Russian habits and masked; Moth, Musicians,

But your legs should do it. and Attendants.

Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by


chance, Noth. “ All hail the richest beauties on the earth !" We 'll not be nice: take hands ;--we will not dance. Biron. Beauties no richer than rich tastata. [Aside. king. Why take we hands then? Hoth. "A boly parcel of the fairest dames,

a Tread a measure. The mrasure was a grave courly darre, (The ladies turn their backs to him.

of which the steps were slow and measured, like those of a Tint eper tum'd their”-backs—" to mortal views !"

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Only to part friends :-- , Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night 1 Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces?

King. More measure of this measure; be not nice. This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.

Ros. 0! they were all in lamentable cases king. Prize you yourselves: What buys your com- The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

Prin. Biron did swear bimself out of all suit. Ros. Your absence only.

Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : King.

That can never be. No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu ; Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart, Twice to your visor, and half once to you !

And trow you what he call'd me? King. If you deny to dance, let 's hold more chat. Prin.

Qualm, perhaps. Ros. In private then.

Kath. Yes, in good faith. king. I am best pleas'd with that, Prin.

Go, sickness as thou art! [They converse apart. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with But will you hear ? the king is


love thee.

Prin. And quick Biron bath plighted faith to me. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. Kath. And Longaville was for my service born.

Biron. Nay then, two treys (an if you grow so nice), Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Metheglin, wort, and malmsey.-Well run, dice! Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear : There's half a dozen sweets.

Immediately they will again be here Prin.

Seventh sweet, adieu ! In their own shapes; for it can never be,
Since you can cog," I 'll play no more with you. They will digest this harsh indignity.
Biron. One word in secret.

Prin. Will they return?
Let it not be sweet.


They will, they will, God knows, Biron. Thou griev’st my gall.

And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Prin. Gall ? bitter.

Therefore, change favours; and, when they repair, Biron.

Therefore meet. Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

(They converse apart. Prin. How blow? how blow ? speak to be underDum. Will you rouchsafe with me to change a word ?

stood. Mar. Name it.

Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : Dum. Fair lady,

Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Mar.

Say you so ? Fair lord,- Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Take you that for your fair lady.

Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, Dum.

If they return in their own shapes to woo ? As much in private, and I 'll bid adieu.

Ros. Good madam, if by me you 'll be advis i,

[ They converse apart. Let 's mock them still, as well known, as disguis à : Kath. What, was your visor made without a tongue? Let us complain to them what fools were here, Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear ; Kath. () for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. And wonder what they were; and to what end

Long. You have a double tongue within your inask, Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, And would affordd my speechless visor halt.

And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman :- Is not veal a call? Should be presented at our tent to us. Long. A calf, fair lady?

Boyet. Ladies, withdraw : the gallants are at hanil. Kath. No, a fair lord calf.

Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. Long. Let 's part the word.

[Exeunt Princess, Ros., Kath., and MARIA. Kath.

No, I 'll not be


half: Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,

in their proper habits. Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!

King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the princess ? Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.

Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.

Command me any service to her tither? Long. One word in private with you, ere I die.

king. That she vouchsafe me audience for one worri. Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry.

Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. (Exit. [They converse apart.

Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas, Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen And utters it again when Jore doth please : As is the razor's edge invisible,

He is wit's peddler; and retails his wares Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;

At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs; Above the sense of sense : so sensible

And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings,

Have not the grace tv grace it with such show.
Fleeter than arrows, bullets,wind, thought, swifter things. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleere;

Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break ofi, break off. Had he been Adarn, he had tempted Eve:
Biron. By Heaven, all dry-beaten with pure

scoil! He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he,
King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits. That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;
[Exeunt King, Lords, Motu, Music, and Attendants. This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,

Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.- That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?

In honourable terms; nay, he can sing Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths pufl'a A mean most meanly; and, in ushering, out.

• By an act of parliament of 1571 it was provided that all Ros. Well-liking witsb they have; gross, gross; fat, fat. above the age of six years, except the nobility and other persons

of degree should, on sabbath-days and holidays, wear caps of Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor tlout!

vool. manutactured in England. # Biron says, “Well run, dice!" The Princess says he can

b To raii- to avale, to cause to fall down; the clouds open as To cog the dice is to load them—and rheuce, generally, to the apgels descend.

A mean most meanly. The mean, in vocal music, is an inWell-liking is used in the same sense in which the young of | termediate part; a part--whether tenor, or second sopran, un the wild yoats in Job are said to be in good-liking.

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Wind him who can : the ladies call him, sweet ;

Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? Why looks your higliness Tze stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:

sad ? This is the flower that smiles on every one,

Ros. Help, hold hie brows! he 'll swoon! Why look To show his teeth as white as whales' bone ::

you pale ?ind consciences, that will not die in debt,

Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Par him the due of haney-tongueu Boyet.

Biron. Thus pour tne stars down plagues for per jury King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, Can any face of brass hold longer out? That put Armado's page out of his part !

Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me; Enter the Princess, ushered by Boxer ; RosaLINE, Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout. MARIA, KATHARIXE, and Attendants.

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; Biron. See where it comes ! —Behaviour, what wert And I will wish thee never more to dance, thou,

Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
T:il this man shovd thee? and what art thou now? 0! never will I trust to speeches pennd,

King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue;
Pria. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Nor never come in visor to my friend ;
King. Constnie my speeches better, if you may.

Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song.
Prix. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
King. We came to visit you; and purpose now

Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce atlectation,
To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then.

Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
Pria. This field shall hold me; and so hold your Have blown me full of maggot ostentation :

I do forswear them : and I here protest,
Not God nor I, delights in perjurid men.

By this white glove, (how white the hand God 1799. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke;

knows!) The rirtue of your eye must break my oath. Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express d Pria. Ya nick-name virtue: vice you should have In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes ; spoke;

And, to begin, wench, --so God help me, la ! Fur virtue's office never breaks men's troth. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or tlaw. Yoz, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

Ros. Sans sans, I pray you. As the unsullied lily, I protest,


Yet I have a trick A sold of torments though I should endure,

Of the old rage :- bear with me, I am sick; I sonld not yield to be your house's guest : I 'll leave it hy degrees. Soft, let us see;So much I hate a breaking cause to be

Write “ Lord have mercy on us,“ * on those three ; Oflenrenlş oathis, vow'd with integrity.

They are infected, in their hearts it lies; King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,

They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : Unsern, unvisited, much to our shame.

These lords are visited; you are not free, Prin. Not so, my lord, it is not so, I swear; For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; Prin. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us. A mess of Russians left us but of late.

Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. hing. How, madam ? Russians ?

Ros. It is not so. For how can this be true, Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with yon. Hos. Madam, speak true :- It is not so, my lord ; Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. My lady, (to the manner of the days,)

Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end: in courtesy, gives undeserving praise.

King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transWe fair, indeed, confronted were with four

gression In Russian habit; here they stay'd an hour,

Some fair excuse. And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,


The fairest is confession. They did not bless us with one happy werd.

Were you not here, but even now, disguis d ? I dare not call them fools; but this I think,

King. Madam, I was. When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. Prin.

And were you well advis d ? Biron. This jest is dry to me. Gentle sweet,

King. I was, fair madam. Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet Prin.

When you then were here, With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,

What did you whisper in your lady's ear? by light we lose light : Your capacity

King. That more than all the world I did respect her Is of that nature, that to your huge store

Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.

her. Ras. This proves you wise and rich, for in my King. Upon mine honour, no.


Peace, peace, forbear; Biron, I am a fool, and full of poverty.

Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

Prin. I will: and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. What did the Russian whisper in your ear ? Ros. All the fool mine?

Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear Biron.

I cannot give you less. As precions eye-sight: and did value me
Pos. Which of the visors was it that you wore ? Above this world : adding thereto, moreover,
Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lor.'
Ros. There, then, that visor ; that superfluous case, Most honourably doth uphold his word.
Tiat bid the worse, and show'd the better face.

King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my King. We are descried: they 'll mock us now down

troth, right.

I never swore this lady such an oath. Lym. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.

Lord hare mercy on us-the fearful inscription on houses a 77ales' bone-the tooth of the walrus.

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you this?


Ros. By Heaven, you did: and to confirm it plain, King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not app You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.

proach. King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : anů 't is some I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

policy Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; To have one show worse than the king's and his com. And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :

pany. What; will you have me, or your pearl again?

King. I say, they shall not come. Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you I see the trick on 't :-Here was a consent, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,)

That sport best pleases that doth least know how : To dash it like a Christmas comedy :

Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Die in the zeal, of that which it presents Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,- The form confounded makes most form in mirth ;' That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick When great things labouring perish in their birth. To make my lady laugh, when she 's dispos’d

Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Told our intents before : which once disclos'd, The ladies did change favours; and then we,

Enter ArmaDO. Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.

Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. We are again forsworn : in will, and error.

[Armado converses with the King, and Much upon this it is :- And might not you,

delivers him a paper.

[To Boyet. Prin. Doth this man serve God ? Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ?

Biron. Why ask you? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, *

Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. And laugh upon the apple of her eye?

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch : And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,

for, I protest the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical ; Holding a trencher, jesting merrily ?

too, too vain; too, too vain ; But we will put it, as they You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd ; 5

say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the

peace of Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. mind, most royal couplement ! [Erit ARMADO. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,

king. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies : Wounds like a leaden sword.

He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Boyet. Full merrily

great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Hercules; the pedant, Judas Machabæus. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, done.

These four will change habits, and present the other five. Enter CostaRD.

Biron. There is five in the first show.

King. You are deceiv'd, it is not so. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,

fool, and the boy :Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world again Biron. What, are there but three ?

Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. Cost. No, sir, but it is vara fine,

King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes For every one pursents three.

amain. Biron. And three times thrice is nine.

[Seats brought for the King, Princess, ģc. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, it is not so:

Pageant of the Nine Worthies. You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know;

Enter Costard, armed, for Pompey. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,

Cost. “ I Pompey am,"–

Is not nine.

You lie, you are not le. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it Cost. “ I Pompey am,"-doth amount.


With libbard's head on knee Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be Cost. O Lord, sir, it were a pity you should get your

friends with thee. living by reckoning, sir.

Cost. "I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,"— Biron. How much is it?

Dum. The great. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Cost. It is great, sir ;—“Pompey surnam'd the great : sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine own That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my part, I am, as they say, but to partect one man, in one

foe to sweat : poor man; Pompion the great, sir.

And travelling along this coast, I here am come by Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?

chance; Cost. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of

France." the worthy ; but I am to stand for him.

If your ladyship would say, “ Thanks, Pompey," I had Biron. Go bid them prepare.

done. Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

[Exit CostaRD.

a We understand the reading thus:- Where zeal strives to The squire-esquierro, a rule, or square:

give content, and the contents (things contained) die in th: b Allow'd--you are an allowed fool.

zeal, the form of that which zeal presents, being confounded, e Costard means to say we are not idiots. One of the most makes most form in mirth. abominable corruptions of the feudal system of government was Abate a throw. Norum, or quinquenore, was a game at dice, for the sorereign, who was the legal guardian of idiots, to grant of which nine and five were the principal throw's Biron there the wardship of such an unhappy person to some farourite who fore says, Abate a throw-that ir, leave out the nine-and the begged him, granting with the idiot the right of using his pro- world cannot prick ont fire such.


some care.


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