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This Gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
his hand in courtefie ;
heart, That 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.
Prin. Then with 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 my
oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue ; vice you should have
For virtue's office never breaks mens' troth.
As the unfully'd lilly, I protest,
I would not yield to be your house's guest :
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
King. How, Madam? Rusians ?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
Roj. Madam, speak true. It is not fo, my lord :
Biron. This jeft is dry to me. Fair, gentle, sweet,
Ros. This proves you wise and rich'; for in my eye-
Ref. But that you take what doth to you belong,
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
this? Ref. 'There, then, that vizor, that superfluous
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.
fad ? Ros. Help, hold his brows, he'll swoon : why look
you pale ? Sea-fick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the itars down plagues for Perjury, .
Can any 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, sprace affectation, Figures pedantical, these summer-Aies,
Have blown me full of maggot oftentation : I do forswear them; and I here proteft,
By this white glove, (how white the hand, God
In ruffet yeas, and honest kerfie noes :
Rof. Sans, fans, I pray you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick Of the old rage : bear with me, I am fick. I'll leave it by degrees : soft, let us fee ; Write, Lord'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 to us.
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Ref. It is not so; for how can this be true, That
you stand forfeit, being those that fue ? Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you. Rof. 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.
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rofaline,
Rof. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.
Ref. 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 fleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she wear :
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, some trencher-knight, some 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 signs, woo'd but the sign of the: Now to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn ; in will, and error. Much
this it is. - And might not You [To Boy.et. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Do not you know my lady's foot by th' fquier,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye,
Holding a trencher, jelting merrily?
Boyet. Full merrily
Coft. O lord, Sir, they would know
Biron. What, are there but three ?
Cost. No, Sir, but it is vara fine ; For every one pursents three,
(37) That smiles his. Check in years.] Thus the whole Set of Impresons : 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 Character was that of a Fleerer, jerrer, mocker, carping Blade.