in them all, sir: O sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ! Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve?

Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?

Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain

Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.
I will example it:

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy; say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Were still at odds, being but three. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four.

Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; would you desire more?

Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose,
that's flat :-

Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.-
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose :
Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this
argument begin?

Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin.
In call'd you for the l'envoy.

Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus came your argument in ;

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought. And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin?

Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak

that l'envoy.

I, Costard, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some
l'envoy, some goose in this.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.

tion, and let me loose.

Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgaArm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; [giving him money] for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signor Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony [Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings—remuneration.—What's the price of this

Jew !a

Incony Jew. Incony is thought to be the same as the Scotch canny, which is our knowing-cunning. Jew is, perhaps, Costard's superlative notion of a clever follow.

inkle? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter BIRON.

Biron. O, my good knave Costard' exceedingly well met.

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?

Biron. What is a remuneration?
Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.

Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you!
Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thcu must know first.
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave,
it is but this ;-

The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there a gentle lady;
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
[Gives him money.

Cost. Gardon,- O sweet gardon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet gardon!-I will do it, sir, in print.-Gardon-remuneration.

[Exit.

Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

A very beadle to a humorous sigh;

A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator, and great general
Of trotting paritors. O my little heart!—
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
And never going aright, being a watch,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes:
Ay, and, by Heaven, one that will do the deed
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard!
To pray for her? Go to; it is a plague
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, groan:
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. ↑ Ezit.

Wimpled-veiled.

b Trotting paritors. The paritor, apparitor, is the office of the ecclesiastical court who carries out citations.

A corporal of the field was an officer in some degree teen bling our aid-de-camp.

SCENE I.-Another part of the Park.

Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE,
BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?

Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Pris. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall nave our despatch;
On Saturday we will return to France.-
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murtherer in? a
For. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
Prin. What, what! first praise me, and then again
say no?

O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe
For. Yes, madaın, fair.

Prin.
Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;
[Giving him money.
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Pria. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.—
Bat come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do 't;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,

That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill.
And, out of question, so it is sometimes;
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;

When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart:
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

Tae

poor

deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereigntyd Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.

Enter CoSTARD.

e

Boyet. Here comes a member of the commonwealth. Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the heard lady?

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no beads.

Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?

Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one lady Rosaline.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he 's a good friend of mine :

Stand aside, good hearer.-Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.

Boyet.
I am bound to serve.-
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

Prin.

We will read it, I swear:

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. [Reads.]

"

three.

By Heaven, that thou art fair is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous aud most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenel phon; and he it was that might rightly say, rent, vidi, vici; which to annotanize * in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; What saw he? the beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a nuptial; on whose side? the king's?-no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? I will: What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes: For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes ou thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.

Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as nis prey;
Submissive fall his princely feet before,

And he from forage will incline to play :
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

Prin. What plume of feathers is he that indited this
letter?

What vane? what weather-cock? did you ever hear better?

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style.
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere-

while.

Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;

A phantasm, a Monarcho,b and one that makes sport To the prince, and his book-mates.

Thou, fellow, a word:

I told you; my lord.

Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?

Cost.

Boyet.

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.

[Exeunt Ros. and KATH. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it!

Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did hit it.

Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!

Let the mark have a prick in 't to mete at, if it may be.

Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I' faith your hand is

out.

Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he 'll ne'er hit the clout. Boyet. An if is in.

my hand be out, then, belike your hand

Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin.

Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul.

Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge her to bowl.

Boyet. I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. [Exeunt BOYET and MARIA. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit! When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.

Armatho o' the one side,-O, a most dainty ran!
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' will
swear!-

And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit!
Ah, Heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
Sola, sola! [Shouting within. Exit Cost., running.

SCENE II.-The same.

Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL.. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis,-in blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of calo,-the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,-the soil, the land, the earth.

Nath Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are • Pomewater-a species of apple.

sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo; 't was a pricket. Jol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insin aation, as it were in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, ta show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,—to insert again my haud credo for a deer.

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 't was a pricket.

Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!-0 thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be

(Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that do fructify in us more than he.

For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,

So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:

But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind

Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your wit,

What was a month old at Cain's birth, that 's not five weeks old as yet?

Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good man Dull.

Dull. What is Dictynna?

Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was

no more;

And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fivescore. The allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. "T is true inleed; the collusion holds in the exchange.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old: and I say, beside, that 't was a pricket that the princess killed.

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the ignorant, I have called the deer the princess killed, a pricket.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility.

The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing pricket;

Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting.

The dogs did yell; put 1 to sore, then sorel jumps from thicket;

Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a hooting. If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; O sore L.! Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one more L. Nath. A rare talent!

Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.

Pricket. The buck acquires a new name every year as he approaches to maturity. The first year he is a fawn; the

second, a pricket; the third, a sorrell; the fourth, a soare; the fifth, a buck of the first head; the sixth, a complete buck Raught-reached.

fifty

Affect the letter-affect alliteration.

The pedant brings in the Roman numeral, L, as the sign of Talon was formerly written talent.

Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion: But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under yon: you are a good member of the commonwealth.

Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit qui pauca loquitur.

A soul feminine saluteth us.

Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD.

And if one

Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. H&L Master person,-quasi pers-on. should be pierced, which is the one?

Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, be that is likest <to a hogshead.

Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: 't is pretty; it is well.

Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from don Armatho; I beseech you, read it.

"Your ladyship's in all desired employment, BIRON." Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the

king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.-Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay not thy ccmpliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu!

Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save your

life!

Cost. Have with thee, my girl. [Ex. COST. and JAQ. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saith——

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colourable colours. But, to return to the verses: Did they please you, sir Nathaniel?

Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain

tuan'

Venice:

Vinegia, Vinegia,

Chi non te vede, ei non te pregia.

you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savour

Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the text) is the happiness of life.

Hoẻ. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege,

domine.

Nath.

If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty row'd!
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove;
Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers
bow'd.

Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live that art would compre-

bend:

If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend:
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
(Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire ;)
Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful
thunder,

Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue! Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention?

• Master person. The derivation of parson was, perhaps, commonly understood in Shakspere's time, and parson and perwere used indifferently. Blackstone has explained the word: A parson, persuna ecclesiæ, is one that hath full posspesion of all the rights of a parochial church. He is called parsa, persund, because, by his person, the church, which is an vichle body, is represented."-Commentaries, b. i.

The good old Mantuan was Joh. Baptist. Mantuanus, a Carmelite, whose Eclogues were translated into English by George Turbervile, in 1367. His first Eclogue commences with Fante prear gelidá,

A proverbial expression applied to Venice.

4 The pedant sol-fas, to recreate himself, and to show his

2sical skill.

Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not say me nay: pauca verba.

Away; the gentles are at their game, and we will to [Exeunt.

our recreation.b

SCENE III.-Another part of the same.

Enter BIRON with a paper.

Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; defile! a foul word. Well, Set thee down, sorrow! for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax : it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her eye,-by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By Heaven, I do love and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter 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. [Aside.] Shot, by Heaven.--Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap::-In faith, secrets.—

bad.

Tired-caparisoned; adorned with trappings.

These lines are hexameters, and all the better for being very

King. [Reads.]

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smot
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep.
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light.
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep;
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe:
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory through my grief will show :
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel!
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.-

How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper;
Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here?

[Steps aside. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! [Aside. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.b [Aside. King. In love, I hope: Sweet fellowship in shame! [Aside.

Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name.

[Aside.

Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by two, that I know:

Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner cap of society, The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move :

O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

These numbers will I tear and write in prose.

Biron. [Aside.] O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose:

Disfigure not his slop.d

Long.

Dum.

On a day, (alack the day!)

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack. my hand is sworn,

Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;

Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

Do not call it sin in me,

That I am forsworn for thee:

Thou for whom Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiope were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love

Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye

('Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument)

Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.

A woman I forswore; but, I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is:

Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is:

If broken then, it is no fault of mine,
If by me broke. What fool is not so wise,
To lose an oath to win a paradise?

Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes

flesh a deity;

A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.

That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
O, would the King, Biron, and Longaville,
Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,

Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;
For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Long. Dumain, [advancing] thy love is far from charity,

That in love's grief desir'st society:

You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.

King. Come, sir, [advancing] you blush; as his your case is such;

You chide at him, offending twice as much :
You do not love Maria; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile;

Enter DUMAIN, with a paper.

Long. By whom shall I send this?-Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O Heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron.

O most profane coxcomb! [Aside. Smot-the old preterite of smote. The perjure-the perjurer-when exposed on the pillory vore " papers of perjury."

e Guards-the hems or boundaries of a garment; generally ornamented.

4 Slop. A clothesman is still a slop-seller

;

His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush.
I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes:
You would for paradise break faith and troth; [To LONG.
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[TO DUMAIN.

What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear?
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit!
How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it!
For all the wealth that ever I did see,

I would not have him know so much by me
Coted-quoted.