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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 kift

away

his hand in courtefie ;
This is the ape of form, Monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can ling
A mean most mainly; and, in ushering,
Mend him who can; the ladies call him sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
This is the flower, that smiles on every one,
To fhew 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, 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

spoke :

For virtue's office never breaks mens' troth.
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

As the unfully'd lilly, I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,

I would not yield to be your house's guest :

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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, unvisited, 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 Rusians left us but of late.

King. How, Madam? Rusians ?

Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

Roj. Madam, speak 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 Ruffian 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 jeft 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.

Ref. 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
you

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,

Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
Prin. Amaz'd, my lord ? why looks your Highness

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

knows!)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expreft

In ruffet yeas, and honest kerfie noes :
And to begin, wench, (so God help me, law!)
My love to thee is found, sans crack or flaw.

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,

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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.
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 the fhall challenge this, you will re-

jęct her.
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 Russian 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 lover.

Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Moft honourably doth uphold his word.

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 :
And lord Biron, I thank him, is my Dear.
What i 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, 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

upon

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,
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.

Enter Costard.
Welcome, pure wit, thou partest 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 ?

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.

Biron.

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