Love's Labour's Lost
Love's Labour's Lost
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Dumain. Therefore. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Carnegie-Mellon University". to wealth. Subscribe to your deep oaths. LONGAVILLE. Lady attending on the Princess JAQUENETTA. and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here: Your oaths are pass'd. Still and contemplative in living art. King of Navarre BEROWNE. If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do.04. that all hunt after in their lives. public domain etexts. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by William Shakespeare Dramatis Personae. Let fame. And then grace us in the disgrace of death. DUMAINE. royalty free copyright licenses. My loving lord. scanning machines. Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs. Lord attending on the King DUMAINE. You three. Lord attending on the King LONGAVILLE. My fellow-scholars. *END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver. and now subscribe your names. To love.29. OCR software. Lord attending on the Princess of France DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. a Constable COSTARD. SCENE I. With all these living in philosophy.]
KING. brave conquerors--for so you are That war against your own affections And the huge army of the world's desires-Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world. but bankrupt quite the wits. Lady attending on the Princess KATHARINE. a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers. Our court shall be a little academe. I pine and die. and every other sort of contribution you can think of. I am resolv'd. though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates. a Clown MOTH. Berowne. 'tis but a three years' fast: The mind shall banquet. That his own hand may strike his honour down That violates the smallest branch herein.
. Lord attending on the King BOYET. FERDINAND. Lady attending on the Princess MARIA. Dumain is mortified: The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves. SCENE: Navarre ACT I. Lord attending on the Princess of France MARCADE. The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge. and dainty bits Make rich the ribs. When. a Curate HOLOFERNES. And make us heirs of all eternity. LONGAVILLE. and DUMAIN. a fantastical Spaniard SIR NATHANIEL. a Schoolmaster DULL. The King of Navarre's park [Enter the King. and Longaville. Have sworn for three years' term to live with me.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor The Project gratefully accepts contributions in money. spite of cormorant devouring Time. and keep it too. a country wench Officers and Others. Page to Armado A FORESTER THE PRINCESS OF FRANCE ROSALINE. time.93*END* This etext was prepared by the PG Shakespeare Team. BEROWNE. to pomp. Attendants on the King and Princess.
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Fit in his place and time. that eye shall be his heed. not to see a woman in that term. Small have continual plodders ever won. BEROWNE. LONGAVILLE. to reason against reading! DUMAINE. and this be so. When mistresses from common sense are hid. to live and study here three years. Ay. He weeds the corn. while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look. and to the rest. To know the thing I am forbid to know. And make a dark night too of half the day. and still lets grow the weeding. How follows that? BEROWNE. but that most vain Which. with pain purchas'd. What is the end of study? let me know. And but one meal on every day beside. Study me how to please the eye indeed. And stay here in your court for three years' space. By fixing it upon a fairer eye. Or. Too much to know is to know nought but fame. BEROWNE. I can but say their protestation over. and not break my troth. These be the stops that hinder study quite. When I to feast expressly am forbid. doth inherit pain: As painfully to pore upon a book. then I swore in jest. As thus: to study where I well may dine.When I was wont to think no harm all night. Swear me to this. BEROWNE. Things hid and barr'd. KING. And every godfather can give a name. my liege. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. seeking light. So much. Why. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.-. dear liege. BEROWNE. from common sense? KING.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
BEROWNE. Light. O! these are barren tasks. when green geese are a-breeding. Study to break it. not sleep. That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks. an if you please: I only swore to study with your Grace. You swore to that. KING. to stop all good proceeding! LONGAVILLE. too hard to keep.-. And train our intellects to vain delight. To seek the light of truth. Not to see ladies. Why. But there are other strict observances: As. I will swear to study so. Or study where to meet some mistress fine. study. sir. DUMAINE. So. If study's gain be thus. doth light of light beguile.
. Berowne. Which I hope well is not enrolled there: And one day in a week to touch no food. then. Study knows that which yet it doth not know. Let me say no. you mean. all delights are vain. BEROWNE. Save base authority from others' books. And give him light that it was blinded by. having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath. KING. KING. That is. Who dazzling so. I have already sworn. The which I hope is not enrolled there: And then to sleep but three hours in the night And not be seen to wink of all the day. BEROWNE. and I will ne'er say no. fast. The spring is near. that to know which else we should not know. By yea and nay. How well he's read. ere you find where light in darkness lies. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun.Which I hope well is not enrolled there. Proceeded well. Come on. that is study's god-like recompense.
Well. What say you. 'Item. Berowne. Not by might master'd. But I believe.'Hath this been proclaimed? LONGAVILLE. That no woman shall come within a mile of my court. How well this yielding rescues thee from shame! BEROWNE. LONGAVILLE. So study evermore is over-shot: While it doth study to have what it would. this was quite forgot. BEROWNE. Berowne is like an envious sneaping frost That bites the first-born infants of the spring. 'Tis won as towns with fire.A mild of grace and complete majesty-. If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years. Let's see the penalty. Give me the paper. my good lord. If I break faith. Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore. BEROWNE. So you. She must lie here on mere necessity. let me read the same. BEROWNE. with yourself to speak-. Marry. Sweet lord. KING. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' space. that did I.
BEROWNE. Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. To fright them hence with that dread penalty. And bide the penance of each three years' day. For well you know here comes in embassy The French king's daughter. sick. KING. KING.' Who devised this penalty? LONGAVILLE. 'On pain of losing her tongue.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor DUMAINE.' So to the laws at large I write my name. sit out. this word shall speak for me: I am forsworn 'on mere necessity. my liege. say I am: why should proud summer boast Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in any abortive birth? At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows.About surrender up of Aquitaine To her decrepit. to study now it is too late. Something then in rime. go home. BEROWNE. [Subscribes] And he that breaks them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternal shame. although I seem so loath. yourself must break. But is there no quick recreation granted?
.' This article. And though I have for barbarism spoke more Than for that angel knowledge you can say. I have sworn to stay with you. Four days ago. and bedrid father: Therefore this article is made in vain. he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise. But like of each thing that in season grows. We must of force dispense with this decree. so lost. BEROWNE. so won. I am the last that will last keep his oath. KING. A dangerous law against gentility! 'Item. but by special grace. BEROWNE. In reason nothing. And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. It doth forget to do the thing it should. Well. And when it hath the thing it hunteth most. adieu. lords? why. BEROWNE. Or vainly comes th' admired princess hither. For every man with his affects is born. No. Suggestions are to other as to me. and why? LONGAVILLE.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted. and to laugh moderately. To hear meekly. Ay. I love to hear him lie. that Armado hight. The matter is to me. Signior Arm--Arm--commends you. One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. Well. I hope in God for high words. and God defend the right!
. with a letter. the contempts thereof are as touching me. that there is. which. Which is the duke's own person? BEROWNE. How long soever the matter.] DULL. for I am his Grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood. and COSTARD. A letter from the magnificent Armado. I protest. [Enter DULL. A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience! BEROWNE. Armado is a most illustrious wight. BEROWNE. sir. And I will use him for my minstrelsy. KING. for the form. and taken following her into the park. For interim to our studies shall relate. sir. my lords. BEROWNE. For the following. But. the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate. fellow. sitting with her upon the form. DULL. I know not. A man of fire-new words. is in manner and form following. or. In manner and form following. And so to study three years is but short. BEROWNE. I was taken with the manner. I. COSTARD. as concerning Jaquenetta.--it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman. To hear.--in some form. A man of complements. That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. Our court. sir. BEROWNE. is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain. This is he. In high-born words. BEROWNE. This. Costard the swain and he shall be our sport. whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: This child of fancy. fashion's own knight. Now. What wouldst? DULL. As it shall follow in my correction. be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness. I myself reprehend his own person. How you delight. put together. BEROWNE.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING. LONGAVILLE. you know. In what manner?
COSTARD. LONGAVILLE. COSTARD. sir? COSTARD. or forbear laughing? LONGAVILLE. sir. all those three: I was seen with her in the manor-house. to forbear both. The manner of it is. for the manner. sir. There's villainy abroad: this letter will tell you more. Sir.
'that shallow vassal. 'So it is. for thy more sweet understanding. O me. contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon. KING. he is.'-COSTARD. when beasts most graze. Then for the place where. and. Not a word of Costard yet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING.'-COSTARD. With a wench. in telling true. I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air. beholdest. besieged with sable-coloured melancholy. KING. which. with--with. and every man that dares not fight! KING. Be to me. As we would hear an oracle. it is ycleped thy park. but if he say it is so. a woman.
KING. Will you hear this letter with attention? BEROWNE. and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper: so much for the time when. hight Costard. I beseech you. COSTARD. 'So it is. I upon. I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event. KING. Now for the ground which. birds best peck. my soul's earth's god and body's fostering patron.-KING. Peace! COSTARD. Him. Of other men's secrets. But to the place where. The time when? About the sixth hour. surveyest. as I remember. the welkin's vicegerent and sole dominator of Navarre.'-COSTARD. KING. 'that unlettered small-knowing soul.--O! with but with this I passion to say wherewith. that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink which here thou viewest.'-COSTARD. it standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain.' COSTARD. Me. as I am a gentleman. No words! COSTARD.-KING. or. 'Great deputy. I mean. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh. Still me. Me.'-COSTARD. but so. It may be so. a female. 'with a child of our grandmother Eve. or seest. 'sorted and consorted. betook myself to walk. that base minnow of thy mirth. where. I mean. KING.'-COSTARD. KING.
COSTARD. KING. sir: I was taken with a damosel. KING. But.--as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on. and estimation. bearing.' DULL. COSTARD. This was no damosel neither. COSTARD. I was taken with none. Ay. carriage. and Jaquenetta is a true girl.' BEROWNE. and shall. which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. come on. to receive the meed of punishment. This maid will serve my turn. but the best that ever I heard. Me. Sir. Well. I suffer for the truth.--so is the weaker vessel called. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench. COSTARD. sorrow! [Exeunt. I am Antony Dull. I do confess much of the hearing it.--I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury. an't please you. COSTARD. [Exeunt KING. It is so varied too. sir: for true it is I was taken with Jaquenetta. KING.]
. for it was proclaimed 'virgin'. to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid. Sirrah. it was proclaimed 'damosel'.
KING. This is not so well as I looked for. sir. Sir. Antony Dull. COSTARD. Thine. If it were. by thy sweet Grace's officer. sir. the best for the worst. what say you to this? COSTARD. Did you hear the proclamation? COSTARD. sir. 'For Jaquenetta. KING. This maid not serve your turn. and till then. but little of the marking of it. see him delivered o'er: And go we. sit thee down. sirrah. and DUMAIN. bring her to trial.] BEROWNE. KING. and therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge. I confess the wench.--have sent to thee. KING. in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty. a man of good repute. at the least of thy sweet notice. I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast a week with bran and water. she was a 'virgin'. lords. LONGAVILLE. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor I. KING. KING. My Lord Berowne.
ARMADO. tender juvenal. what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy? MOTH. ARMADO. my tender juvenal? MOTH. Little pretty. ARMADO. no. sir. sadness is one and the self-same thing. How mean you.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor SCENE II. MOTH. ARMADO. MOTH. ARMADO. I spoke it. Why tough senior? Why tough senior? MOTH. because quick. as a congruent epitheton appertaining to thy young days. and my saying apt? or I apt. The park. Thou pretty. By a familiar demonstration of the working. Pretty and apt. What! That an eel is ingenious? MOTH. Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?
ARMADO. A great sign. which we may name tough. MOTH.
. tough senior. dear imp. O Lord. sir.] ARMADO. In thy condign praise. I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heat'st my blood. And I. Speak you this in my praise. [Enter ARMADO and MOTH. MOTH. no. ARMADO. sir? I pretty. Wherefore apt? ARMADO. because little. I will praise an eel with the same praise. I am answered. Boy. No. That an eel is quick. sir. And therefore apt. ARMADO. as an appertinent title to your old time. Why. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy. MOTH. which we may nominate tender. MOTH. and my saying pretty? ARMADO. because little. I love not to be crossed. MOTH. master? ARMADO. that he will look sad. my tough senior.
Impossible. You may do it in an hour. master. master. Of what complexion? MOTH. I will hereupon confess I am in love. ARMADO.
MOTH. [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary: crosses love not him. You are a gentleman and a gamester. sir. and how easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three. Which the base vulgar do call three. master: he was a man of good carriage. dear boy. Who was Samson's love. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. It doth amount to one more than two. Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. A woman. ARMADO. or one of the four. I am in love too. [Aside] To prove you a cipher. it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. name more. Most sweet Hercules! More authority. great carriage. let them be men of good repute and carriage. ARMADO. sir.
. or the three. MOTH. Of all the four. or the two. and he was in love. A most fine figure! MOTH. How many is one thrice told? @@@@ ARMADO.' and study three years in two words. I have promised to study three years with the duke. ARMADO. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should out-swear Cupid. the dancing horse will tell you. Hercules. ARMADO. for he carried the town gates on his back like a porter. ARMADO. I confess both: they are both the varnish of a complete man. I am ill at reck'ning.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor MOTH. ARMADO. and as it is base for a soldier to love. I would take Desire prisoner. is this such a piece of study? Now here's three studied ere ye'll thrice wink. sir. ARMADO. and ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised curtsy. my dear Moth? MOTH. MOTH. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it. MOTH. so am I in love with a base wench. Samson. Why. sweet my child. and. MOTH. MOTH. boy: what great men have been in love? MOTH. ARMADO. True. Comfort me. MOTH. ARMADO.
Sing. MOTH. sir. boy. MOTH. My father's wit my mother's tongue assist me! ARMADO. MOTH. [Enter DULL. MOTH. that you keep Costard safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance. He surely affected her for her wit. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since. Green. but I think now 'tis not to be found. well-educated infant. for she had a green wit. Is there not a ballad. Then if she fear. COSTARD. ARMADO. I must keep her at the park. MOTH. indeed. but a' must fast three days a week. most pretty. she is allowed for the day-woman. Her faults will ne'er be known. that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. It was so. and pathetical!
MOTH. Sweet invocation of a child. and the best of them too. ARMADO. My love is most immaculate white and red. against the reason of white and red. Of the sea-water green.
. master. MOTH. sir. Is that one of the four complexions? MOTH. and JAQUENETTA. A dangerous rhyme.] DULL. Forbear till this company be past. define. loving a light wench. the Duke's pleasure is. ARMADO. For blushing cheeks by faults are bred. For this damsel. Tell me precisely of what complexion. And fears by pale white shown. or if it were. For still her cheeks possess the same Which native she doth owe. is the colour of lovers. I do love that country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well. ARMADO. sir. As I have read. and yet a better love than my master. Most maculate thoughts. MOTH. methinks Samson had small reason for it. [Aside] To be whipped. And that's great marvel. I will have that subject newly writ o'er. ARMADO. Boy. I say. are masked under such colours. ARMADO. Fare you well. If she be made of white and red. boy: my spirit grows heavy in love. of the King and the Beggar? MOTH. or be to blame. but to have a love of that colour. Define. sing. Sir. ARMADO. ARMADO. it would neither serve for the writing nor the tune. master.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor ARMADO. By this you shall not know.
Well. I will visit thee at the lodge.] ARMADO. you transgressing slave: away! COSTARD. thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned. JAQUENETTA. I thank God I have as little patience as another man. ARMADO. Maid! JAQUENETTA. That's hereby. JAQUENETTA. What shall some see? COSTARD. With that face? ARMADO. ARMADO. sir. Master Moth. Lord.
. that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. Jaquenetta. if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen. MOTH. No. So I heard you say. but what they look upon. JAQUENETTA. I know where it is situate. And so. and therefore I can be quiet. Take away this villain: shut him up. Come. Come. away! [Exit with JAQUENETTA. ARMADO. JAQUENETTA. I love thee. being loose. COSTARD. Man? ARMADO. Well. Fair weather after you! DULL. ARMADO. I do betray myself with blushing. Nay. I will tell thee wonders. Thou shalt be heavily punished. farewell.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor ARMADO. sir. Let me not be pent up. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words. for they are but lightly rewarded. I am more bound to you than your fellows. Villain. and therefore I will say nothing. COSTARD. sir: I will fast. COSTARD. I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full stomach. nothing. JAQUENETTA. some shall see-MOTH. how wise you are! ARMADO. MOTH.
Know you the man? MARIA. he is esteem'd. where her shoe. Before we enter his forbidden gates. Yet was Samson so tempted. and in that behalf. yea. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar. PRINCESS. Assist me. I am less proud to hear you tell my worth Than you much willing to be counted wise In spending your wit in the praise of mine.] ACT II. Haste. and he had an excellent strength. held precious in the world's esteem. [Exit. The King of Navarre's park. drum! for your manager is in love. the plea of no less weight Than Aquitaine. PRINCESS. Till painful study shall outwear three years. which is baser.]
ARMADO. Love is a devil. Bold of your worthiness. he loveth. MARIA. BOYET. To know his pleasure. wit. and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. Not utt'red by base sale of chapmen's tongues. And prodigally gave them all to you. [Exit BOYET. To whom he sends. You are not ignorant. I do affect the very ground. I know him. Tell him the daughter of the King of France. but his glory is to subdue men. PRINCESS. Proud of employment. [Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE. A pavilion and tents at a distance. solemnized In Normandy. for I am for whole volumes in folio. madam: at a marriage feast. and what's his embassy: Yourself. No woman may approach his silent court: Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course. Adieu. doth tread. madam. and other Attendants. valour! rust. rapier! be still.--if I love. That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? FIRST LORD. while we attend. and yours is so. Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge. there is no evil angel but Love. write. BOYET. ROSALINE. I shall be forsworn. saw I this Longaville. KATHARINE. LORDS. a dowry for a queen. Like humble-visag'd suitors. Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye. which is basest. though but mean. which is base. and he had a very good wit. the passado he respects not. pen.--which is a great argument of falsehood. Lord Longaville is one. for I am sure I shall turn sonneter. To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe. SCENE II. craving quick dispatch. All pride is willing pride. Good Lord Boyet. guided by her foot. some extemporal god of rime. his high will. Devise.] BOYET. yet was Solomon so seduced. Now. signify so much. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace As Nature was in making graces dear When she did starve the general world beside. the duello he regards not. Importunes personal conference with his Grace. Well fitted in arts. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club. willingly I go. On serious business. The first and second cause will not serve my turn. we single you As our best-moving fair solicitor. The only soil of his fair virtue's
. Matchless Navarre. my loving lords.] Who are the votaries. But now to task the tasker: good Boyet. my beauty. A man of sovereign parts. Navarre hath made a vow.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor [Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD. glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. his disgrace is to be called boy. summon up your dearest spirits: Consider who the king your father sends. all-telling fame Doth noise abroad.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once. Than seek a dispensation for his oath. Here comes Boyet. fair madam. what admittance. and 'welcome' I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours. So sweet and voluble is his discourse. LONGAVILLE. and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine. Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd. Not for the world. I never spent an hour's talk withal. welcome to the court of Navarre. Now. I will be welcome then: conduct me thither. least knowing ill. Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales. And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you. And shape to win grace though he had no wit. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Who are the rest?
KATHARINE. if I have heard a truth: Berowne they call him. Another of these students at that time Was there with him. I have sworn an oath. Like one that comes here to besiege his court. DUMAINE. Which his fair tongue. PRINCESS. madam.] KING. is't so? MARIA. Here comes Navarre. Navarre had notice of your fair approach. ROSALINE. Some merry mocking lord. Hear me.-. PRINCESS.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor gloss. BEROWNE. His eye begets occasion for his wit. KING. a well-accomplish'd youth. PRINCESS. For he hath wit to make an ill shape good. To let you enter his unpeeled house. [Re-enter BOYET. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. KING. belike. whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power. PRINCESS. He rather means to lodge you in the field. by my will. 'Fair' I give you back again.] PRINCESS. That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? FIRST LORD. God bless my ladies! Are they all in love. And younger hearings are quite ravished. to my court. but a merrier man.-. You shall be welcome. gentle lady. And much too little of that good I saw Is my report to his great worthiness.
.If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil.] [Enter KING. For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest. conceit's expositor. and ATTENDANTS. PRINCESS. Fair Princess. lord? BOYET. Within the limit of becoming mirth. Marry. The young Dumain. PRINCESS.Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will. [The LADIES mask. dear lady. They say so most that most his humours know. thus much I have learnt. Most power to do most harm. KING. Whose edge hath power to cut. Before I came.
Although not valued to the money's worth. The hour that fools should ask. And hold fair friendship with his majesty. You will the sooner that I were away. Madam. BEROWNE. But that. Nay. I know you did. BEROWNE. PRINCESS. if suddenly I may.
PRINCESS. To have his title live in Aquitaine.] KING. it speeds too fast.--as neither have. Now fair befall your mask! ROSALINE. then will I be gone. ROSALINE. One part of Aquitaine is bound to us. so you be none. I am too sudden bold: To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Your wit's too hot. On payment of a hundred thousand crowns. BEROWNE. his ignorance were wise. 'twill tire. and nothing else. 'Tis long of you.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. KING. And send you many lovers! ROSALINE. But pardon me. it seems. BEROWNE. What time o' day? ROSALINE. he little purposeth. your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns. Madam. will. yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more. But say that he or we. Which we
. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming. ROSALINE. Why. Fair fall the face it covers! BEROWNE. I hear your Grace hath sworn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath. that spur me with such questions. You must not be so quick. And sin to break it.Receiv'd that sum. If then the King your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied. [Gives a paper. BEROWNE. And suddenly resolve me in my suit.-. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. KING. will shall break it. and not demands. Amen. How needless was it then To ask the question! BEROWNE. Were my lord so. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. in surety of the which. my lord. We will give up our right in Aquitaine. For you'll prove perjur'd if you make me stay. I will. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. For here he doth demand to have repaid A hundred thousand crowns. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? ROSALINE. ROSALINE. Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? BEROWNE.
ROSALINE. I would be glad to see it. God save thy life! ROSALINE. the packet is not come. ROSALINE. Sick at the heart. My physic says 'ay. KING. It shall suffice me. and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again. without breach of honour.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
much rather had depart withal. You may not come. Alack! let it blood. And yours from long living!
. Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is. PRINCESS. Pray you. I do protest I never heard of it. BOYET. Would that do it good? ROSALINE. PRINCESS. And go well satisfied to France again. And. Lady. at which interview All liberal reason I will yield unto. BEROWNE. We arrest your word. ROSALINE. Will you prick't with your eye? ROSALINE. Now.] BEROWNE. And wrong the reputation of your name. In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. were not his requests so far From reason's yielding. do my commendations. So please your Grace. You do the king my father too much wrong. if you prove it. [Exeunt KING and his Train. Your own good thoughts excuse me.' BEROWNE. fair Princess. BEROWNE. Boyet. Where that and other specialties are bound: To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. in my gates. with my knife. And have the money by our father lent. Satisfy me so. Is the fool sick? BEROWNE. No point. I would you heard it groan. you can produce acquittances For such a sum from special officers Of Charles his father. Meantime receive such welcome at my hand As honour. may Make tender of to thy true worthiness. your fair self should make A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast. KING. Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Dear Princess. But here without you shall be so receiv'd As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart. BEROWNE. KING. I will commend you to mine own heart. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place. PRINCESS. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace! KING. I'll repay it back Or yield up Aquitaine.
by good hap.] LONGAVILLE. I cannot stay thanksgiving. The heir of Alencon.] MARIA. Pray you. sir. I desire her name. [Retiring.] BEROWNE. my choler is ended. LONGAVILLE. BEROWNE. LONGAVILLE. sir. DUMAINE. be not offended. A woman sometimes. And every jest but a word. God's blessing on your beard! BOYET.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor BEROWNE. Sir. sir. A gallant lady! Monsieur. the merry mad-cap lord. I have heard. Farewell to me. BEROWNE. Perchance light in the light. or so. LONGAVILLE. [Exit BEROWNE. and welcome to you. Her mother's. BOYET.
. Is she wedded or no? BOYET. Katharine her name. [Exit LONGAVILLE. What's her name in the cap? BOYET. Good sir. Not unlike. To her will. a word: what lady is that same? BOYET.--LADIES unmask. BOYET. I pray you. She is an heir of Falconbridge. an you saw her in the light. You are welcome. Rosaline. Nay. She hath but one for herself. Adieu! BOYET. That last is Berowne. Not a word with him but a jest. She is a most sweet lady. sir. to desire that were a shame. that may be. [Exit. whose daughter? BOYET. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? BOYET. sir. LONGAVILLE.] DUMAINE. BOYET. fare you well.
BOYET. He is Cupid's grandfather. Come. agree. sweet lamb. [Offering to kiss her. To feel only looking on fairest of fair.
. I'll give you Aquitaine. Thou art an old love-monger. Did point you to buy them. Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye. Not so. By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes. for her father is but grim. BOYET. Your reason. but. though several they be. Deceive me not now. tend'ring their own worth from where they were glass'd. Belonging to whom? MARIA. MARIA. PRINCESS.--which very seldom lies. with your print impress'd. As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy. Then was Venus like her mother. Proud with his form. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. ROSALINE. MARIA. BOYET. This civil war of wits were much better us'd On Navarre and his book-men. With that which we lovers entitle affected. All senses to that sense did make their repair. BOYET. and speak'st skilfully.] MARIA. And wherefore not ships? No sheep. Who. So you grant pasture for me. BOYET. Navarre is infected. ROSALINE. PRINCESS. You sheep and I pasture: shall that finish the jest? BOYET. But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclos'd. unless we feed on your lips. Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be. If my observation. gentle beast. and learns news of him.
PRINCESS. and all that is his. His heart. It was well done of you to take him at his word. peeping thorough desire. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. I only have made a mouth of his eye. MARIA. gentles. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. Two hot sheeps. along as you pass'd. like an agate. With what? BOYET. for here 'tis abus'd. marry! BOYET. My lips are no common. Good wits will be jangling. in his eye pride express'd. To my fortunes and me. His face's own margent did quote such amazes That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. His tongue. Why. all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye. all impatient to speak and not see. PRINCESS.
with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of your eyes. MOTH [Singing.' ARMADO. but a snip and away. How meanest thou? brawling in French?
MOTH. Master.] ACT III. sometime through the nose. and make them men of note. our way to be gone. But have you forgot your love? ARMADO. like a rabbit on a spit. my complete master. SCENE I. These are complements. What. as if you swallowed love with singing love. The King of Navarre's park. BOYET. my mad wenches? MARIA. Sweet air! Go. then.-MOTH. MOTH. these are humours. take this key. Almost I had. Ay. make passionate my sense of hearing. Warble. No. as if you snuffed up love by smelling love. Do you hear. sigh a note and sing a note. child. ARMADO.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor BOYET. bring him festinately hither. give enlargement to the swain. ARMADO. 'The hobby-horse is forgot. Call'st thou my love 'hobby-horse'? MOTH. that would be betrayed without these. or your hands in your pocket. humour it with turning up your eyelids. No. but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end. canary to it with your feet. You are too hard for me. and keep not too long in one tune. master. But O--but O. No.-ARMADO.--do you note me?--that most are affected to these. like a man after the old painting. tenderness of years. [Enter ARMADO and MOTH. I must employ him in a letter to my love.] Concolinel. By my penny of observation. these betray nice wenches.
. and your love perhaps. will you win your love with a French brawl? ARMADO. a hackney.] ARMADO. sometime through the throat. How hast thou purchased this experience? MOTH. the hobby-horse is but a colt. with your arms crossed on your thin-belly doublet. BOYET. do you see? ROSALINE. [Exeunt.
Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor MOTH. Negligent student! learn her by heart. ARMADO. By heart and in heart, boy. MOTH. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove. ARMADO. What wilt thou prove? MOTH. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: by heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. ARMADO. I am all these three. MOTH. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all. ARMADO. Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter. MOTH. A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador for an ass. ARMADO. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? MOTH. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited. But I go. ARMADO. The way is but short: away! MOTH. As swift as lead, sir. ARMADO. The meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? MOTH. Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no. ARMADO. I say lead is slow. MOTH. You are too swift, sir, to say so: Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun? ARMADO. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he; I shoot thee at the swain. MOTH. Thump then, and I flee. [Exit.]
ARMADO. A most acute juvenal; volable and free of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd. [Re-enter MOTH with COSTARD.] MOTH. A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin. ARMADO. Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l'envoy; begin.
Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor COSTARD. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, sir. O! sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy; no salve, sir, but a plantain.
ARMADO. 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? ARMADO. 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. ARMADO. 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. ARMADO. 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? COSTARD. 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. ARMADO. Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin? MOTH. By saying that a costard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. COSTARD. 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. ARMADO. But tell me; how was there a costard broken in a shin? MOTH. I will tell you sensibly. COSTARD. 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. ARMADO. We will talk no more of this matter. COSTARD. Till there be more matter in the shin. ARMADO. Sirrah Costard. I will enfranchise thee. COSTARD. O! marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this. ARMADO. By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.
Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor COSTARD. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. ARMADO. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:--[Giving a letter.] Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta. [Giving money.] there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit.] MOTH. Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu. COSTARD. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew! [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 inkle?' 'One 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 BEROWNE.] BEROWNE. O! My good knave Costard, exceedingly well met. COSTARD. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband may a man buy for a remuneration? BEROWNE. What is a remuneration? COSTARD. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. BEROWNE. Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk. COSTARD. I thank your worship. God be wi' you! BEROWNE. Stay, slave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. COSTARD. When would you have it done, sir? BEROWNE. O, this afternoon. COSTARD. Well, I will do it, sir! fare you well. BEROWNE. O, thou knowest not what it is. COSTARD. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. BEROWNE. Why, villain, thou must know first. COSTARD. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. BEROWNE. 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 is a gentle lady; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And
[Gives him a shilling. Hereby. And never going aright. Well. Gardon. wayward boy. write. by heaven. [Exit. ROSALINE. to love the worst of all. And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What! I love! I sue. Sole imperator. a' show'd a mounting mind. one that will do the deed. And. LORDS. Whoe'er a' was. that is like a German clock. fair. A domineering pedant o'er the boy. for I meant not so. O sweet gardon! better than remuneration. [Enter the PRINCESS. Yes. Dread prince of plackets. a 'leven-pence farthing better.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor Rosaline they call her: ask for her And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. sigh. I am fair that shoot. PRINCESS. COSTARD. I. but I think it was not he. where is the bush That we must stand and play the murderer in? FORESTER.] ACT IV. to-day we shall have our dispatch.] There's thy guerdon: go. a night-watch constable. Gardon. purblind. I thank my beauty. in print. and great general Of trotting 'paritors: O my little heart! And I to be a corporal of his field. Dan Cupid. in love. With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes. SCENE I. What. And I. A wightly wanton with a velvet brow. forester. A stand where you may make the fairest shoot. The King of Navarre's park. whining. nay.remuneration! [Exit. Still a-repairing. it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. lords. ATTENDANTS. Ay. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans. A very beadle to a humorous sigh. lord of folded arms. that have been love's whip.-. I know not. and groan: Some men must love my lady. Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This wimpled. On Saturday we will return to France. among three. madam. and. and some Joan. A critic. PRINCESS. most sweet gardon! I will do it. BOYET. ever out of frame.Forsooth. FORESTER. being a watch. upon the edge of yonder coppice. But being watch'd that it may still go right! Nay.]
BEROWNE. And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
. to be perjur'd. PRINCESS. Well. KATHARINE. king of codpieces. This senior-junior. I will love. and a FORESTER. Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! To pray for her! Go to. madam. which is worst of all. PRINCESS. sir. my friend. I seek a wife! A woman. Then. giant-dwarf. Regent of love-rimes. and again say no? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? Alack for woe! FORESTER. Pardon me. sue. what? First praise me. MARIA. Was that the King that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill? BOYET. pray. Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
Break up this capon. When. that thou art lovely. sir? What's your will? COSTARD. Nay. though foul. and overcame: he came. PRINCESS. which to anatomize in the vulgar-. it importeth none here. he came. And shooting well is then accounted ill. and every one give ear. It is writ to Jaquenetta. We bend to that the working of the heart. If wounding. true. two. God dig-you-den all! Pray you. Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest here. an outward part. vici. PRINCESS. See. An your waist. I am bound to serve. More fairer than fair. But come. good bearer.] BOYET. that thou art fair is most infallible. vidi. pity would not let me do't. PRINCESS. 'By heaven. O! thy letter. you can carve.O base and obscure vulgar!--videlicet. [Enter COSTARD. truth itself. beautiful than beauteous. Stand aside. O heresy in fair. the bow: now mercy goes to kill. What's your will. never paint me now. praise cannot mend the brow. fellow. COSTARD. Veni. see! my beauty will be sav'd by merit. BOYET. One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords? PRINCESS.
. and he it was that might rightly say. saw. have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon. And out of question so it is sometimes. shall have fair praise. that thou art beauteous. Here comes a member of the commonwealth. This letter is mistook. COSTARD. Here. thy letter. were as slender as my wit. COSTARD. by the rest that have no heads. We will read it. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise' sake. Only for praise. for praise. good my glass [Gives money]:--take this for telling true: Fair payment for foul words is more than due. The thickest and the tallest! It is so. BOYET. Where fair is not. the highest? PRINCESS. FORESTER. I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline. Boyet. which is the head lady? PRINCESS. saw. for fame's sake.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
PRINCESS. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood. that my heart means no ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding. That more for praise than purpose meant to kill. PRINCESS. and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. The thickest and the tallest. he's a good friend of mine. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. then it was to show my skill. Glory grows guilty of detested crimes. Which is the greatest lady. BOYET. truer than truth itself. I swear. mistress. fit for these days! A giving hand. truth is truth. one. Break the neck of the wax. Thou shalt know her.
] BOYET. [Exeunt PRINCESS and TRAIN. on both in one. thou the beggar. 'Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar 'Gainst thee. expecting thy reply. Shall I teach you to know? BOYET. Else your memory is bad. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? I will. my eyes on thy picture. sweet. if thou marry. for so stands the comparison. Who gave thee this letter? COSTARD. And he from forage will incline to play. PRINCESS. or one in both. Why.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
overcame. I told you. a word. Who overcame he? the beggar. Ay. my lord. Hang me by the neck. for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Here. PRINCESS. put up this: 'twill be thine another day. Thou fellow. lords. a good master of mine. my continent of beauty. This Armado is a Spaniard. Submissive fall his princely feet before. that keeps here in court. 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. the captive is enriched: on whose side? the beggar's. she that bears the bow. From my lord to my lady. Finely put off! BOYET. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes. Thine in the dearest design of industry. Finely put on! ROSALINE. BOYET. Well then. PRINCESS. I am the shooter. away. I profane my lips on thy foot. if horns that year miscarry. poor soul.' PRINCESS. thou lamb. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? ROSALINE. and my heart on thy every part. From which lord to which lady? COSTARD. on whose side? the king's. Thou hast mistaken his letter. I am the king. Thus. To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose side? the king's. What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear better? BOYET. no. a Monarcho. The conclusion is victory. But if thou strive. From my Lord Berowne. A phantasime. that standest as his prey. three. what are thou then? Food for his rage. but. PRINCESS. I am much deceiv'd but I remember the style. for tittles? titles.
. and one that makes sport To the Prince and his book-mates. ROSALINE. Come. PRINCESS. To whom shouldst thou give it? COSTARD. for thyself? -me. going o'er it erewhile. repasture for his den. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. My lady goes to kill horns.
says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't. sir. as touching the hit it. come. most incony vulgar wit! When it comes so smoothly off. your lips grow foul. challenge her to bowl. your hand is out. Armado. You still wrangle with her. and she strikes at the brow.] Sola. And who is your deer? ROSALINE. most pleasant: how both did fit it! MARIA. Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! O' my troth. as it were.] SCENE II. then belike your hand is in.
. MARIA. Boyet.] COSTARD. sola! [Exit running. to mete at. Thou canst not hit it. [Exeunt BOYET and MARIA.
BOYET. She's too hard for you at pricks. that was a woman when Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench. A mark! O! mark but that mark. COSTARD. Good-night. The same. A mark marvellous well shot. so fit.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor BOYET. if it may be. An I cannot. for they both did hit it. By my troth. BOYET. cannot. my good owl. or he'll ne'er hit the clout. So I may answer thee with one as old. By my soul. hit it. my good man. Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin. [Shouting within. yourself: come not near. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying. If we choose by the horns. hit it. COSTARD. Wide o' the bow-hand! I' faith. you talk greasily. most sweet jests. a' must shoot nearer. o' the one side. A mark. it is a most pathetical nit. [Exeunt ROSALINE and KATHARINE. BOYET. BOYET. BOYET. so obscenely. O! a most dainty man! 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. COSTARD. Indeed. An I cannot. MARIA. Come. that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy. as touching the hit it? BOYET. ROSALINE. Thou canst not hit it. a swain! a most simple clown! Lord. But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now? ROSALINE. cannot.] COSTARD. another can. Finely put on indeed! MARIA. An' if my hand be out. I fear too much rubbing. that handful of wit! Ah! heavens.
truly. or rather. to the moon. Which we of taste and feeling are. NATHANIEL. being of an old Father's mind: Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra. will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? And. What was a month old at Cain's birth. 'twas a pricket. So. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor Enter HOLOFERNES. the allusion holds in the exchange. haud credo. only sensible in the duller parts: And such barren plants are set before us that we thankful should be. HOLOFERNES. HOLOFERNES. say I. unpruned. to humour the ignorant. The allusion holds in the exchange. I assure ye it was a buck of the first head. the epithets are sweetly varied. in way.--after his undressed. HOLOFERNES. omne bene.
. Truly. as it were. Sir Nathaniel. for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. I sthe deer was not a haud credo. how deformed dost thou look! NATHANIEL. indiscreet. to Luna. And raught not to five weeks when he came to five-score. bis coctus! O! thou monster Ignorance. You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit. Very reverent sport. goodman Dull. Twas not a haud credo. and DULL. he is only an animal. A title to Phoebe. DULL. What is Dictynna? NATHANIEL. as it were. the welkin. SIR NATHANIEL. of explication. For as it would ill become me to be vain. the land. Dictynna. who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelo. DULL. HOLOFERNES. were there a patch set on learning. Sir Nathaniel. he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred of a book. ostentare. as it were. facere. HOLOFERNES. DULL. sanguis. or ratherest. the collusion holds in the exchange. like a scholar at the least: but. HOLOFERNES. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange.--to insert again my haud credo for a deer. to see him in a school. his inclination. 'Tis true. DULL. Master Holofernes. indeed. unconfirmed fashion. in blood. in via. sir. unlettered. 'twas a pricket. replication. the heaven. that's not five weeks old as yet? HOLOFERNES. Dictynna. the sky. to show. DULL. Sir. untrained. he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished. as you know. goodman Dull. But. he hath not eat paper. The deer was. and done in the testimony of a good conscience. or a fool. as it were. the soil. NATHANIEL. and I say beside that 'twas a pricket that the Princess killed. for the moon is never but a month old.
HOLOFERNES. God comfort thy capacity! I say. Twice sod simplicity. a pricket. ripe as the pomewater. the earth. uneducated. DULL. unpolished. or rather. I have call'd the deer the Princess killed. The moon was a month old when Adam was no more.
so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. which is the one? COSTARD. HOLOFERNES. pearl enough for a swine. Let me hear a staff. precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra Ruminat. JAQUENETTA. fire enough for a flint. a stanze.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor NATHANIEL. it is well. sir.Or pricket sore. Ah! good old Mantuan. NATHANIEL.What. he that is likest to a hogshead. and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. shapes. and so may my parishioners. domine. look how he claws him with a talent. sol. If love make me forsworn. a foolish extravagant spirit. to thee like osiers bowed. a verse.
HOLOFERNES. put L to sore. Mehercle! if their sons be ingenious. Though to myself forsworn. not to anger bent. 'Fauste. to thee I'll faithful prove. for it argues facility. Chi non ti vede. HOLOFERNES. they shall want no instruction. motions. quasi pers-on. loves thee not. or else sorel. to know thee shall suffice. I will put it to them. if not to beauty vow'd. I praise the Lord for you. Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire. fa. NATHANIEL. Piercing a hogshead! A good lustre or conceit in a turf of earth. by adding but one more L. apprehensions. then sorel jumps from thicket. my soul. If sore be sore. la. Under pardon. and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. A rare talent! DULL. A soul feminine saluteth us. I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice: --Venetia. and I am thankful for it. ideas. thy voice his dreadful thunder. but. Perge. I will something affect the letter. but not a sore till now made sore with shooting. Ut. Study his bias leaves. The dogs did yell. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute. HOLOFERNES. full of forms. HOLOFERNES. objects. lege. and very learned. then L to sore makes fifty sores one sorel! Of one sore I an hundred make. figures. simple. The preyful Princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing pricket. how shall I swear to love? Ah! never faith could hold. Sir. Venetia. Master schoolmaster. sir.' and so forth. Those thoughts to me were oaks. good Master Holofernes. Which. Good Master parson [Giving a letter to NATHANIEL. Thy eye Jove's lightning bears. Marry. mi. 'tis pretty. and sent me from Don Armado: I beseech you read it. Some say a sore. simple. Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not. verses? NATHANIEL. Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend. the people fall a-hooting. This is a gift that I have. is
. non ti pretia. [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory. Master parson. [Aside] If a talent be a claw. NATHANIEL. Master parson. if their daughters be capable. and makes his book thine eyes. be so good as read me this letter: it was given me by Costard. what are the contents? or rather as Horace says in his-. And if one should be pierced. God give you good morrow. nourished in the womb of pia mater.] JAQUENETTA. Ay. HOLOFERNES. All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder. for their sons are well tutored by you. Where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend: If knowledge be the mark. re. perge. HOLOFERNES.]. vir sapit qui pauca loquitur.
undertake your ben venuto. from one Monsieur Berowne. or by the way of progression. Sir. sir. Here are only numbers ratified. I forgive thy duty. hang me. wit! By the Lord. you shall not say me nay: pauca verba.--saith the text. [Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA. facility. HOLOFERNES. Celestial as thou art. I beseech your society. the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master. which. indeed. Away! the gentles are at their game. Naso but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy. I will. my sweet. HOLOFERNES. very religiously. [To DULL] Sir. Trip and go. You find not the apostrophas. and so say I. I a sheep: well proved again o' my side. sit thee down. it may concern much. and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. for society. but. it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace. Stay not thy compliment. But.] NATHANIEL.--pitch that defiles: defile! a foul word! Well. Marvellous well for the pen. hath miscarried. Berowne. on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil. Good Costard. I will not love. Well. [Exeunt. God save your life! COSTARD.] BEROWNE. my girl. And thank you too. I do fear colourable colours. HOLOFERNES. neither savouring of poetry. Sir Nathaniel? NATHANIEL. go with me.] SCENE III. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine.' I will look again on the intellect of the letter. And certes. I would not love her. this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep. if I do. deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king. O! pardon love this wrong. sorrow! for so they say the fool said. But to return to the verses: did they please you. the 'tired horse his rider.--is the happiness of life. Sir. and golden cadence of poesy. and we will to our recreation. I will not. damosella virgin. NATHANIEL. Sir. HOLOFERNES. if. where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned. it kills me. nor invention. and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's. was this directed to you? JAQUENETTA. i' faith. I will overglance the superscript: 'To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. JAQUENETTA. and.
. Adieu. accidentally. and I am the fool: well proved.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
music and sweet fire. That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue. for her two eyes. I do nothing in the world but lie. the ape his keeper. but for her eye. before repast. you have done this in the fear of God. tell not me of the Father. [Enter BEROWNE. one of the strange queen's lords. as a certain Father saith-HOLOFERNES. this Berowne is one of the votaries with the king. Have with thee. wit. I do invite you too.--by this light. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why. Ay. where. O! but her eye. The king he is hunting the deer: I am coursing myself: they have pitched a toil: I am tolling in a pitch. for the elegancy. yes. with a paper. caret. The same.'--Sir Nathaniel. for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: 'Your Ladyship's in all desired employment. the text most infallibly concludes it.
Vows are but breath. LONGAVILLE.] Shot. Thy grace being gain'd. and here my melancholy. As thy eye-beams. in thy likeness. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? BEROWNE. Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep: No drop but as a coach doth carry thee. In faith. Ay me! I am forsworn. but I will prove. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper: Sweet leaves. LONGAVILLE. and the lady hath it: sweet clown. wearing papers. Who is he comes here? [Steps aside. BEROWNE. So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose. and here is part of my rhyme. As doth thy face through tears of mine give light. And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself. thou a heavenly love. LONGAVILLE. and still make me weep. Longaville! and reading! Listen. 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument. I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly. O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel No thought can think nor tongue of mortal tell. Thou makest the triumviry.] KING. and write in prose. empress of my love! These numbers will I tear. by heaven! Proceed. Why. I do love.] What. O! rimes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Disfigure not his slop. with a paper. the fool sent it. [Aside.
. and breath a vapour is: Then thou. ear. the clown bore it. A woman I forswore. God give him grace to groan! [Gets up into a tree. then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses. In love. I could put thee in comfort: not by two that I know. I would not care a pin if the other three were in. thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. cures all disgrace in me. Ay me! BEROWNE. [Enter LONGAVILLE. fair sun. Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of the deep. I hope: sweet fellowship in shame! BEROWNE. O sweet Maria.] BEROWNE. Here comes one with a paper. Thou being a goddess. one more fool appear! LONGAVILLE.] [Enter the KING. in thee it is: If broken. sweeter fool. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move. secrets! KING. Exhal'st this vapour-vow. he comes in like a perjure. Well. then it is no fault of mine: If by me broke. Now. sweet Cupid. which on my earth dost shine. the corner-cap of society. By heaven. One drunkard loves another of the name.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
and lie in my throat. BEROWNE. So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. she hath one o' my sonnets already. Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. Do but behold the tears that swell in me. This same shall go. when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows. and to be melancholy. sweetest lady! By the world. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye. KING. The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. and it hath taught me to rime. shade folly. with a paper.
alack the day! Love. DUMAINE. Amen. pure. Her shoulder is with child. LONGAVILLE. DUMAINE. an old infant play. DUMAINE. sick to
.] Dumain transformed: four woodcocks in a dish! DUMAINE. Like a demigod here sit I in the sky. BEROWNE. she is but corporal. All unseen. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind. so I had mine. I have my wish. All hid. God amend us. and will remember'd be. As fair as day. I would forget her. with a paper. LONGAVILLE. BEROWNE. good Lord! BEROWNE. then incision Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! DUMAINE. the wonder in a mortal eye! BEROWNE. By earth. but a fever she Reigns in my blood. BEROWNE. 'gan passage find. And I had mine! KING. And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. BEROWNE. On a day. as some days. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. More sacks to the mill! O heavens. DUMAINE. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. [Enter DUMAINE. By whom shall I send this?--Company! Stay. O most profane coxcomb! DUMAINE. Stoop. O most divine Kate! BEROWNE. there you lie. By heaven. but then no sun must shine. DUMAINE. And I mine too.] BEROWNE. pure idolatry. A green goose a goddess. As upright as the cedar.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor what fool is not so wise To lose an oath to win a paradise!
BEROWNE. all hid. God amend! We are much out o' the way. A fever in your blood! Why. whose month is ever May. This is the liver-vein. O! that I had my wish. Ay. I say. That the lover. which makes flesh a deity. Is not that a good word? DUMAINE. [Steps aside. BEROWNE. Her amber hairs for foul hath amber quoted.
the king your mote did see. I heard your guilty rimes. that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches. Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were. You may look pale. would I might triumph so! But. O! what a scene of foolery have I seen. a limb?-KING. gentle Longaville. Air. I would not have him know so much by me. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. as his. Air. a breast. You chide at him. your case is such. And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! Where lies thy grief. When shall you see me write a thing in rime? Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand. For none offend where all alike do dote. leap. I pray thee pardon me: Good heart! what grace hast thou thus to reprove These worms for loving.] Dumain. And profound Solomon to tune a jig. BEROWNE. a foot. This will I send. of groans. men of inconstancy. but I betray'd by you. Are we betrayed thus to thy over-view? BEROWNE. Ill. quoth he. [To DUMAIN] And Jove.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
death. That I am forsworn for thee. That in love's grief desir'st society. Berowne and Longaville Were lovers too.] JAQUENETTA. where lies thy pain? And where my liege's? all about the breast: A caudle. But are you not asham'd? nay. and of teen. 'tis a hateful thing: Tush! none but minstrels like of sonneting. I that am honest. observ'd your fashion. Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note. and for you both did blush. And deny himself for Jove. Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom. you blush. O me! with what strict patience have I sat. good Dumaine? And. and laugh at it! For all the wealth that ever I did see. But I a beam do find in each of three. a waist. thy love is far from charity. good lover. To see a king transformed to a gnat. To be o'erheard and taken napping so. [Descends from the tree. Soft! whither away so fast? A true man or a thief that gallops so? BEROWNE.] Ah! good my liege. alack! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. sir. I am betrayed by keeping company With men like men. Do not call it sin in me. Turning mortal for thy love. All three of you. let me go. A leg. crystal the other's eyes: [To LONGAVILLE] You would for paradise break faith and troth. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys. Some certain treason. O Jove! the other cries. Vow. God bless the king! KING. Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile. alack! for youth unmeet. I have been closely shrouded in this bush. I post from love. Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. for your love would infringe an oath. That shall express my true love's fasting pain. And mark'd you both. to example ill. and something else more plain. a face. of sorrow. I know. I that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in. are you not. a state. to keep down his heart. A gait. a brow. [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. What will Berowne 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. to be thus much o'ershot? You found his mote. Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. [Advancing. To see great Hercules whipping a gig. Too bitter is thy jest. O! would the King.] Come. an eye. noted well your passion: Ay me! says one. KING. ho! KING. but I should blush. O! tell me. her hairs were gold. LONGAVILLE. Of sighs. Saw sighs reek from you. thy cheeks may blow. in your tears There is no certain princess that appears: You'll not be perjur'd. [Advancing. One.
. What present hast thou there? COSTARD. offending twice as much: You do not love Maria. Not you by me.
] It is Berowne's writing. O! let us embrace! As true we are as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow. true. Where hadst thou it? COSTARD. 'twas treason. guilty. Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn. True. Nay. KING. If it mar nothing neither. How now! What is in you? Why dost thou tear it? BEROWNE. [BEROWNE tears the letter. read it over. [Picking up the pieces. O! dismiss this audience. A toy. and you. KING.] BEROWNE. you whoreson loggerhead.] KING. he said. [Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA.] Ah. Will these turtles be gone? KING. DUMAINE. heaven show his face. and I shall tell you more. my liege. Of Costard.
. BEROWNE. BEROWNE. He. and I. Guilty. I confess. and you. he. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess. Dun Adramadio. and we deserve to die.] Where hadst thou it? JAQUENETTA. Walk aside the true folk. I confess. Sweet lords. sir. Our parson misdoubts it. It did move him to passion. my lord. sirs. away! COSTARD. and let the traitors stay. Hence. I beseech your Grace. let this letter be read. The treason and you go in peace away together. What? BEROWNE. What makes treason here? COSTARD.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING.
JAQUENETTA. sweet lovers. KING. LONGAVILLE. you were born to do me shame. DUMAINE. Are pick-purses in love. Berowne. we are four. KING. [To COSTARD. and therefore let's hear it. Of Dun Adramadio. Now the number is even. a toy: your Grace needs not fear it. [Giving the letter to him. it makes nothing. my liege. and here is his name. Young blood doth not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we were born.
KING. nor I Berowne. And since her time are colliers counted bright. The hue of dungeons.Fie. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. strucken blind. painted rhetoric! O! she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs. And therefore red.-. looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age. what fury hath inspir'd thee now? My love. DUMAINE. And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. thy love is black as ebony. to tell you plain. sir. If that she learn not of her eye to look. Look. Is ebony like her? O wood divine! A wife of such wood were felicity. She. DUMAINE. And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack. like a rude and savage man of Inde At the first op'ning of the gorgeous east. It mourns that painting and usurping hair Should ravish doters with a false aspect. What zeal. KING. And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. BEROWNE. Might shake off fifty. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. O! who can give an oath? Where is a book? That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack. O! if in black my lady's brows be deck'd. My eyes are then no eyes. 'Twere good yours did. What! did these rent lines show some love of thine?
BEROWNE. BEROWNE. for dark is light. her mistress. Devils soonest tempt. Where several worthies make one dignity. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. then praise too short doth blot. and the school of night. Bows not his vassal head and. BEROWNE. No face is fair that is not full so black. For fear their colours should be wash'd away. By heaven. in her fair cheek. O! but for my love. BEROWNE. to imitate her brow. That is not blinded by her majesty? KING. O! 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine! KING. LONGAVILLE. Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet. five-score winters worn. She passes praise. Her favour turns the fashion of the days. or talk till doomsday here. as if new-born.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING. for. Paints itself black. And therefore is she born to make black fair. an attending star. Dark needs no candles now. that would avoid dispraise. as at a fair. resembling spirits of light. For native blood is counted painting now. is a gracious moon. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell. BEROWNE. LONGAVILLE. Your mistresses dare never come in rain. Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. KING. 'Did they?' quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline That. I'll prove her fair. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues. scarce seen a light. Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow. day would turn to night. here's thy love:
. A wither'd hermit. KING. DUMAINE.
universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries. O! some authority how to proceed. For valour. And study too. and pore. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire. to study. And therefore. the academes. first learned in a lady's eyes. Have found the ground of study's excellence Without the beauty of a woman's face? From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They are the ground. or you. and. BEROWNE. And who can sever love from charity?
. Ay. my lord. or you. 'tis more than need. Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx. It adds a precious seeing to the eye. That show. the causer of your vow. O! if the streets were paved with thine eyes. lords. For wisdom's sake. how to cheat the devil. what upward lies The street should see as she walk'd over head. and nourish. In that each of you have forsworn his book. And when Love speaks. For charity itself fulfils the law. or you. the authors of these women. But love. Or for love's sake. It is religion to be thus forsworn. good Berowne. DUMAINE. the books.
BEROWNE. LONGAVILLE. Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs. there. And gives to every power a double power. Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths. some quillets. as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute. and thereon look? For when would you. In leaden contemplation have found out Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with? Other slow arts entirely keep the brain. Courses as swift as thought in every power.] my foot and her face see. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. finding barren practisers. is not Love a Hercules. Some salve for perjury. To fast. and thereby all forsworn.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor [Showing his shoe. DUMAINE. and to see no woman. Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves. can you fast? Your stomachs are too young. lords. Or for men's sake. And where that you you have vow'd to study. Or women's sake. now prove Our loving lawful. all the world. When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd: Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails: Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste. Or. And plant in tyrants mild humility. a word that loves all men. KING. DUMAINE. For where is author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. Say. Do we not likewise see our learning there? O! we have made a vow to study. Can you still dream. KING. O! then his lines would ravish savage ears. And where we are our learning likewise is: Then when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes. From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigour of the traveller. contain. You have in that forsworn the use of eyes. marry. Now. affection's men-at-arms: Consider what you first did swear unto. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound. by whom we men are men. the arts. for not looking on a woman's face. And abstinence engenders maladies. my liege. But with the motion of all elements. They are the books. And in that vow we have forsworn our books: For when would you. strung with his hair. Else none at all in aught proves excellent. O. the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony. O vile! Then. keeping what is sworn. as she goes. Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil. you will prove fools. and our faith not torn. Then fools you were these women to forswear. Some tricks. a word that all men love. But what of this? Are we not all in love? BEROWNE. then. Lives not alone immured in the brain. Nothing so sure. Above their functions and their offices. Then leave this chat. the academes. Why. some flattery for this evil. Have at you. or you.
SIR NATHANIEL. such rackers of orthography. Satis quod sufficit. when he should say doubt. Away. and strange without heresy. our copper buys no better treasure.
BEROWNE. NATHANIEL. then! and. domine? to make frantic. That will betime.--it insinuateth me of insanie: anne intelligis. [Draws out his table-book. In conflict that you get the sun of them. Then homeward every man attach the hand Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon We will with some strange pastime solace them. I abhor such fanatical phantasimes. LONGAVILLE. soldiers. t: he clepeth a calf. from the park let us conduct them thither. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's who is intituled. nominated. and merry hours. too affected. neigh abbreviated ne. therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents. as it were. And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn. [Exeunt. and thrasonical. ridiculous. Bone? bone for bene: Priscian a little scratch'd. pleasant without scurrility. not d. which he would call abominable. his gait majestical and his general behaviour vain. as to speak dout.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING. e. learned without opinion. cauf.] ACT V.] HOLOFERNES. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious. The King of Navarre's park. e. dances. He is too picked. [Enter HOLOFERNES. For revels. NATHANIEL. and may by us be fitted. fine. his tongue filed. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty. audacious without impudency. as I may call it. Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn. And win them too.
. 'twill serve. If so. witty without affection. too odd. Don Adriano de Armado.--d. his eye ambitious. t. Now to plain-dealing. lunatic. and DULL. HOLOFERNES. and upon them. lay these glozes by: Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? KING. neighbour vocatur nebour. lords. his discourse peremptory. too peregrinate. strewing her way with flowers. half. Pell-mell. KING. Advance your standards. Saint Cupid. This is abhominable. too spruce.] HOLOFERNES. det when he should pronounce debt. hauf. such insociable and point-devise companions. or called. away! No time shall be omitted. bone intelligo. Forerun fair Love. Laus Deo. A most singular and choice epithet. SCENE I. BEROWNE. NATHANIEL. Such as the shortness of the time can shape. masks. b. HOLOFERNES. to the field! BEROWNE. down with them! be first advis'd. First. I praise God for you.
Now. I will repeat them. HOLOFERNES. with a horn added. if I. thou consonant? MOTH. Most military sir. Quis. et gaudeo. Offered by a child to an old man. e. HOLOFERNES. Peace! the peal begins. O! they have lived long on the alms-basket of words.-MOTH.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor [Enter ARMADO. HOLOFERNES.--a. i. Yes. salutation. [To HOLOFERNES. thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. not sirrah? ARMADO. or the fifth.] They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps. ARMADO. quis. What is the figure? What is the figure? MOTH.--o. HOLOFERNES. snap. for thou are not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus. whip thy gig. a quick venue of wit! snip. pueritia. Thou disputes like an infant. well encountered. You hear his learning. u. MOTH. Lend me your horn to make one. quick and home! It rejoiceth my intellect: true wit! MOTH. HOLOFERNES. spelt backward with the horn on his head? HOLOFERNES. a sweet touch. the other two concludes it. The third of the five vowels. [Aside to COSTARD. and COSTARD. go.
. he teaches boys the hornbook. Videsne quis venit? HOLOFERNES. Ba! most silly sheep with a horn. which is wit-old. if you repeat them. by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum. A gig of a cuckold's horn. b. Quare chirrah. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word. Horns. MOTH.] Monsieur. The sheep.] NATHANIEL. are you not lettered? MOTH. ARMADO. yes. [To MOTH] Chirrah! HOLOFERNES. Ba. What is a. ARMADO. and I will whip about your infamy circum circa. MOTH. Men of peace. MOTH. MOTH. Video.
with some delightful ostentation. very good friend. ARMADO. I smell false Latin! 'dunghill' for unguem. I recount no fable: some certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado. I do implore secrecy.-ARMADO. Sir. sir. Pardon. myself. ARMADO. O! an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard. and with his royal finger thus dally with my excrement. An I had but one penny in the world. but. there is the very remuneration I had of thy master. you shall present before her the Nine Worthies. sweet chuck. and apt. An excellent device! So. and my familiar. I have acquainted you withal. and learned gentleman. this swain. Sir.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
COSTARD. I beseech thee. by the world. with my mustachio: but. if any of the audience hiss. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? HOLOFERNES. Arts-man. The posterior of the day. error: he is not quantity enough for that Worthy's thumb. I do assure you. HOLOFERNES. NATHANIEL. some show in the posterior of this day. thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread. a man of travel. congruent. as concerning some entertainment of time. Go to. I say none so fit as to present the Nine Worthies. a soldier. apparel thy head: and among other importunate and most serious designs. let that pass. too. let it pass: I do beseech thee. that hath seen the world: but let that pass. Joshua. Or mons. Hold. Now. now thou crushest the snake!' That is the way to make an offence gracious. as it were. thou hast it ad dunghill. the hill. what a joyful father wouldst thou make me. or pageant. remember thy courtsy. MOTH. praeambula. because of his great limb or joint. Hercules. the King's command. and this most gallant. yourself. sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder. but let that pass: for I must tell thee it will please his Grace.
. For what is inward between us. as they say. HOLOFERNES. shall pass Pompey the Great. HOLOFERNES. that the King would have me present the princess. the King is a noble gentleman. sweet. Judas Maccabaeus. he is not so big as the end of his club. Alexander. this gallant gentleman. I do assure ye. sweet heart. chose. to the end to crave your assistance. At your sweet pleasure. sweet heart. for the mountain. which the rude multitude call the afternoon. in the posteriors of this day. and of great import indeed. and I will have an apology for that purpose. O. the page. I do. illustrate. sir. and measurable. ARMADO. to be rendered by our assistance. or firework. for the afternoon. or antic. you may cry 'Well done. Hercules. it is the King's most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion. at the fingers' ends. we will be singled from the barbarous. HOLOFERNES. most generous sir. thou half-penny purse of wit. I do assure. sans question. before the princess. ARMADO. though few have the grace to do it. is liable. HOLOFERNES. The word is well culled. Shall I have audience? He shall present Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? HOLOFERNES. thou pigeon-egg of discretion. Sir. understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions and sudden breaking-out of mirth. Sir Nathaniel. or show. By the world. The very all of all is.
and heavy. HOLOFERNES. [Enter the PRINCESS. if this fadge not. Via. HOLOFERNES. KATHARINE. Sweet hearts. sir. And so she died: had she been light. That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. [Exeunt. honest Dull! To our sport. If fairings come thus plentifully in. MOTH. HOLOFERNES. She might ha' been a grandam ere she died. DULL. mouse. And so may you. I beseech you. We will have. Nothing but this! Yes. ARMADO. and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. We attend. Thrice-worthy gentleman! ARMADO. and let them dance the hay. goodman Dull! Thou has spoken no word all this while. The same. KATHARINE. stirring spirit. for a light heart lives long. as much love in rime As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper Writ o' both sides the leaf. ROSALINE. KATHARINE. ROSALINE. Shall I tell you a thing? HOLOFERNES. Of such a merry. Before the Princess's pavilion. What's your dark meaning. margent and all. an antic. Ay. ROSALINE. Madam. follow. ROSALINE and MARIA. He made her melancholy. came nothing else along with that? PRINCESS.
DULL. For the rest of the Worthies?-HOLOFERNES.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor ARMADO. we shall be rich ere we depart. like you. A lady wall'd about with diamonds! Look you what I have from the loving king. Most dull. You'll ne'er be friends with him: a' kill'd your sister. sad. For he hath been five thousand years a boy. away. ROSALINE. Nor understood none neither. That was the way to make his godhead wax.] PRINCESS.
.] SCENE II. or I will play on the tabor to the Worthies. Allons! we will employ thee. A light condition in a beauty dark. nimble. of this light word? KATHARINE. or so. I'll make one in a dance. ROSALINE. We need more light to find your meaning out. I will play three myself.
ROSALINE. PRINCESS. Great reason. and seek. Dost thou not wish in heart The chain were longer and the letter short? MARIA. I were the fairest goddess on the ground: I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. Some thousand verses of a faithful lover. Look what you do. profound simplicity. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. PRINCESS. nothing in the praise. ROSALINE. PRINCESS. to me sent Longaville. Nay. Yes.' PRINCESS. for you are a light wench. But. a set of wit well play'd. Much in the letters. KATHARINE. Ay. Katharine. Madam. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! PRINCESS. and.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KATHARINE. ROSALINE. My favour were as great: be witness this. you have a favour too: Who sent it? and what is it?
ROSALINE. A huge translation of hypocrisy. and
. and beg. were the numbering too. and. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. KATHARINE. and these pearl. my golden letter: O. You weigh me not? O! that's you care not for me. PRINCESS. you do it still i' the dark. Vilely compil'd. I think no less. Beauteous as ink. I would you knew. ROSALINE. That same Berowne I'll torture ere I go. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. for 'past cure is still past care. And wait the season. moreover. This. 'Ware pencils! how! let me not die your debtor. But. madam. I thank Berowne. Did he not send you twain? KATHARINE. O! he hath drawn my picture in his letter. Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Indeed. and therefore light. MARIA. So do not you. or I would these hands might never part. Anything like? ROSALINE. I weigh not you. My red dominical. The numbers true. The letter is too long by half a mile. KATHARINE. ROSALINE. I have verses too. Rosaline. An if my face were but as fair as yours. O that I knew he were but in by th' week! How I would make him fawn. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff. Well bandied both. what was sent to you from fair Dumaine? KATHARINE. this glove. a good conclusion. that your face were not so full of O's! KATHARINE. PRINCESS.
lo.] PRINCESS. O! I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her Grace? PRINCESS. Toward that shade I might behold addrest The king and his companions: warily I stole into a neighbour thicket by. With that they all did tumble on the ground. and swore A better speech was never spoke before. ROSALINE. so profound.' And ever and anon they made a doubt Presence majestical would put him out. prepare!-. And not a man of them shall have the grace. ladies. [Enter BOYET. But what. Under the cool shade of a sycamore I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour. With such a zealous laughter. disguis'd they will be here. Thy news. madam. Since all the power thereof it doth apply To prove. To check their folly. The blood of youth burns not with such excess As gravity's revolt to wantonness. in wisdom hatch'd. to see a lady's face. and down he fell. PRINCESS.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
observe the times.' With that all laugh'd. 'Thus must thou speak' and 'thus thy body bear. MARIA. Boyet? BOYET. when they are catch'd. Their herald is a pretty knavish page. Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. worth in simplicity. And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his several mistress. to interrupt my purpos'd rest. and I his fate. come they to visit us? BOYET. One rubb'd his elbow. That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Action and accent did they teach him there. PRINCESS. and dance.
. thus. Their purpose is to parley. scout. Prepare. And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state That he should be my fool. passion's solemn tears. but speak audaciously. And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rimes. by wit. Like Muscovites or Russians. They do. When. and give me thine. And change you favours too. Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. deceiv'd by these removes. we will every one be mask'd. Hold. so shall your loves Woo contrary. wenches. come what will come. Armed in arguments. Yet fear not thou. as I guess. and fly hence. they do. this favour thou shalt wear. BOYET. And then the king will court thee for his dear. And will they so? The gallants shall be task'd: For. take thou this. PRINCESS. And overheard what you shall overhear.Arm. my sweet. and are apparell'd thus. None are so surely caught. That in this spleen ridiculous appears. BOYET. Another with his finger and his thumb Cried 'Via! we will do't. Hold. Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they That charge their breath against us? Say. which they'll know By favours several which they did bestow. court. and cried 'All goes well. arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis'd. say. And shape his service wholly to my hests. and clapp'd him on the shoulder. you'll be surpris'd: Muster your wits. So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline. Here comes Boyet. PRINCESS. Despite of suit. 'For' quoth the King 'an angel shalt thou see. and mirth is in his face. Rosaline. stand in your own defence.' The fourth turn'd on the toe.' The third he caper'd. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note As fool'ry in the wise when wit doth dote. I should have fear'd her had she been a devil. That. and fleer'd.' The boy replied 'An angel is not evil. by and by. Or hide your heads like cowards. but what. As wit turn'd fool: folly.
] MOTH. They will not answer to that epithet.' MOTH. 'Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes--with your sun-beamed eyes'-BOYET. 'out. and I make no doubt The rest will ne'er come in. to the death. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs. and DUMAINE in Russian habits. what is your intent?
PRINCESS. But. There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown. No.] BOYET. MOTH. And they well mock'd. we will not move a foot. But shall we dance.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor ROSALINE.] That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views! BEROWNE. BOYET. in this changing. ROSALINE. And quite divorce his memory from his part. 'their eyes.' indeed. wear the favours most in sight. if he be out. PRINCESS. and ours none but our own: So shall we stay. that contempt will kill the speaker's heart. [Trumpet sounds within. LONGAVILLE. 'Once to behold. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook. vouchsafe Not to behold'-BEROWNE. Therefore I do it. mocking intended game. They do it but in mocking merriment. You were best call it 'daughter-beamed eyes. MOTH. And mock for mock is only my intent. MOTH. Why. the maskers come. 'A holy parcel of the fairest dames [The LADIES turn their backs to him.'
. heavenly spirits. and masked. BEROWNE.' rogue. KATHARINE. Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace. 'Out of your favours. depart away with shame. To make theirs ours. 'That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! Out'-BOYET. then. the KING.' villain. and so be mock'd withal Upon the next occasion that we meet With visages display'd to talk and greet. MOTH. [The LADIES mask. 'Their eyes. But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face. 'All hail. the richest heauties on the earth!' BOYET. True.] [Enter BLACKAMOORS with music. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. if they desire us to't? PRINCESS. The trumpet sounds: be mask'd. Come on.
That we. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face. Boyet. ROSALINE. It is not so. My face is but a moon. What would you with the princess? BEROWNE. Those clouds remov'd. and these thy stars. Ask them how many inches Is in one mile? If they have measured many. BOYET. and clouded too. ROSALINE. upon our watery eyne. Thou bid'st me beg. ROSALINE. Our duty is so rich. If they do speak our language. ROSALINE. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. BOYET. We number nothing that we spend for you. you must do it soon. And many miles. then! Nay. Tell her we measure them by weary steps. to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe. and that brings me out. say they? BOYET. Blessed are clouds. What would these strangers? Know their minds.] ROSALINE. BOYET. BOYET. They say that they have measur'd many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor MOTH. They do not mark me. and you may be gone. BEROWNE. BOYET. to shine. so infinite. 'tis our will That some plain man recount their purposes: Know what they would. like savages. bright moon. She hears herself. may worship it. BEROWNE.
. Thou now requests'st but moonshine in the water. If to come hither you have measur'd miles. KING. the Princess bids you tell How many inches doth fill up one mile. that they have. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. Play. ROSALINE. How many weary steps Of many weary miles you have o'ergone Are number'd in the travel of one mile? BEROWNE. KING. KING. and bid them so be gone. ROSALINE. The measure then of one is easily told. Say to her we have measur'd many miles To tread a measure with her on this grass. ROSALINE. you rogue. What would they. She says you have it. Then in our measure do but vouchsafe one change. music. That we may do it still without accompt. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter. this begging is not strange. Why. Is this your perfectness? be gone. [Exit MOTH.
Your absence only. let's hold more chat. PRINCESS. dice! There's half a dozen sweets. Metheglin. two treys. Yet still she is the moon. We'll not be nice: take hands. Only to part friends. and I the man. Seventh sweet. and malmsey: well run. wort. sweet hearts. White-handed mistress. then. Honey. Twice to your visor. and so the measure ends. adieu: Since you can cog. KING. vouchsafe some motion to it. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu. KING. and sugar. and come here by chance. PRINCESS. ROSALINE. and milk. but now she's chang'd. ROSALINE. I am best pleas'd with that.
. ROSALINE. But your legs should do it. and half once to you! KING. [They converse apart. Why take we hands then? ROSALINE. BEROWNE. BEROWNE. The music plays. If you deny to dance. Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? ROSALINE. KING. ROSALINE.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor [Music plays. we will not dance. ROSALINE. In private then. Since you are strangers. there is three. an if you grow so nice. KING. one sweet word with thee.] Not yet! No dance! thus change I like the moon. I'll play no more with you. One word in secret. KING. More measure of this measure: be not nice. You took the moon at full. KING. Our ears vouchsafe it. KING. Curtsy. KING. Nay. That can never be.] BEROWNE. We can afford no more at such a price. Price you yourselves? what buys your company? ROSALINE.
'Veal' quoth the Dutchman. the butcher hears you cry. LONGAVILLE. Let's part the word. One word in private with you ere I die. What. Please it you. Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Will you give horns. KATHARINE. a fair lord calf. KATHARINE. No. sir. No. Therefore meet. Say you so? Fair lord. Take all and wean it. Take that for your fair lady. it may prove an ox. chaste lady? do not so. fair lady! KATHARINE. Is not 'veal' a calf? LONGAVILLE. Cutting a smaller hair
LONGAVILLE. KATHARINE. KATHARINE. lady. Gall! bitter. And would afford my speechless visor half.] KATHARINE. Fair lady.] BOYET. DUMAINE.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. As much in private. Bleat softly. [They converse apart.] DUMAINE. BEROWNE. KATHARINE. Thou griev'st my gall. LONGAVILLE. DUMAINE. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible. I'll not be your half. A calf. before your horns do grow. [They converse apart.-MARIA. You have a double tongue within your mask. and I'll bid adieu. Let it not be sweet. I long. [They converse apart. then. O! for your reason! quickly. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? MARIA. why you ask. I know the reason. Name it. was your visord made without a tongue? LONGAVILLE. BEROWNE. Then die a calf. LONGAVILLE. PRINCESS.
Therefore. PRINCESS. God knows. in good faith.
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than may be seen. their conceits have wings. my servant straight was mute. mad wenches. LORDS. KATHARINE. MARIA. By heaven. break off. though they are lame with blows. PRINCESS. KATHARINE. And quick Berowne hath plighted faith to me. my maids. ROSALINE. Well. PRINCESS. Madam. and his sword: 'No point' quoth I. and pretty mistresses. They will. O! They were all in lamentable cases! The King was weeping-ripe for a good word. MARIA. but in vizors. Tapers they are. Go. they will. Will they return? BOYET. [Exeunt KING. ROSALINE. think you. Above the sense of sense. thought. But will you hear? The king is my love sworn.] Are these the breed of wits so wondered at? BOYET. Dumaine is mine. wind. bullets. for it can never be They will digest this harsh indignity. O poverty in wit. I came o'er his heart. gross. and. hang themselves to-night? Or ever. break off. perhaps. kingly-poor flout! Will they not. Music. you have simple wits. BOYET. KATHARINE. Lord Longaville said. gross. Twenty adieus. fat. so sensible Seemeth their conference. Farewell. And trow you what he call'd me? PRINCESS. Berowne did swear himself out of all suit. my frozen Muscovits. ROSALINE. when they repair. And Longaville was for my service born. all dry-beaten with pure scoff! KING. PRINCESS. BEROWNE. sickness as thou art! ROSALINE. Fleeter than arrows. swifter things. and Attendants. Well-liking wits they have. with your sweet breaths puff'd out. And leap for joy. Not one word more. fat. Dumaine was at my service. Blow like sweet roses in this summer air. better wits have worn plain statute-caps. as sure as bark on tree. PRINCESS. change favours. Qualm. PRINCESS. show their faces? This pert Berowne was out of countenance quite. give ear: Immediately they will again be here In their own shapes. Yes.
and so will she. and lisp: why this is he That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy. KING. perplexity! What shall we do If they return in their own shapes to woo?
ROSALINE.] KING. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. the Lord doth know. markets. kiss his feet. All hail. withdraw: the gallants are at hand. if you may. their damask sweet commixture shown. That put Armado's page out of his part! [Re-enter the PRINCESS. I will. And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedlar. and DUMAINE in their proper habits. fairs. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve. with my heart. Are angels vailing clouds. BOYET. MARIA. ROSALINE. KATHARINE. and wassails. monsieur the nice. Disguis'd like Muscovites.] BEROWNE. Ladies. And consciences that will not die in debt Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. KING. when he plays at tables. To show his teeth as white as whales-bone. KATHARINE. This is the flower that smiles on every one. as I conceive. chides the dice In honourable terms. And their rough carriage so ridiculous. This is the ape of form. in shapeless gear. And we that sell by gross. ROSALINE. or roses blown. I know. as roes run over land. Please it your Majesty Command me any service to her thither? KING. he had tempted Eve: He can carve too.] [Re-enter the KING. Should be presented at our tent to us. ushered by BOYET. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud: Dismask'd. And wonder what they were. he can sing A mean most meanly. PRINCESS. Let us complain to them what fools were here. and MARIA. as he treads on them. The stairs. and to what end Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd. meetings.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS.] BEROWNE. [Exeunt PRINCESS. nay. and in ushering Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet. Let's mock them still. as well known as disguis'd. 'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul. Construe my speeches better. How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood. and Attendants. BOYET. LONGAVILLE. sweet madam. See where it comes! Behaviour. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? KING. That.
. Good madam. Fair sir. Whip to our tents. PRINCESS. BEROWNE. BOYET. God save you! Where's the princess? BOYET. This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease. A blister on his sweet tongue. what wert thou. Had he been Adam. and retails his wares At wakes. Gone to her tent. Have not the grace to grace it with such show. and fair time of day! PRINCESS. if by me you'll be advis'd. Avaunt. [Exit. my lord.
We four indeed confronted were with four In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour.
PRINCESS. ROSALINE. For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. I am a fool. All the fool mine? BEROWNE.
. So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heavenly oaths. to the manner of the days. and purpose now To lead you to our court. This field shall hold me. and in that hour. I swear. Your wit makes wise things foolish:when we greet. and so hold your vow: Nor God. O! am yours. fools would fain have drink. This proves you wise and rich. KING. It is not so. that superfluous case That hid the worse. and pleasant game. ROSALINE. BEROWNE. They did not bless us with one happy word. A mess of Russians left us but of late. ROSALINE. There. unvisited. Let us confess. speak true. my lord. heaven's fiery eye. and full of poverty. and all that I possess. KING. Ay. KING. then. KING. And talk'd apace. You nickname virtue: vice you should have spoke. Then wish me better: I will give you leave. This jest is dry to me. I would not yield to be your house's guest. I protest. We came to visit you. that visor. ROSALINE. Trim gallants.and show'd the better face. delights in perjur'd men. it is not so. my lord. It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. But that you take what doth to you belong. vowed with integrity. We have had pastimes here. my lord. for in my eyeBEROWNE. vouchsafe it then. PRINCESS. my lord: My lady.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. Not so. KING. Which of the visors was it that you wore? BEROWNE. but this I think. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Fair gentle sweet. in truth. and turn it to a jest. I dare not call them fools. full of courtship and of state. yet as pure As the unsullied lily. In courtesy gives undeserving praise. Unseen. madam! Russians? PRINCESS. much to our shame. When they are thirsty. DUMAINE. PRINCESS. nor I. Now by my maiden honour. Madam. By light we lose light: your capacity Is of that nature that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor. ROSALINE. BEROWNE. Where? when? what visor? why demand you this? ROSALINE. How. I cannot give you less. O! you have liv'd in desolation here. With eyes best seeing. A world of torments though I should endure. We are descried: they'll mock us now downright.
they are free that gave these tokens to us. Nor never more in Russian habit wait.' I pray you. la!-. sweet madam. What did you whisper in your lady's ear? KING. like a blind harper's song.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. if I do as I intend. By this white glove. I'll leave it by degrees. Figures pedantical. Madam. you will reject her. And. Amaz'd. I think. When you then were here. my lord? Why looks your Highness sad? ROSALINE. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. no. BEROWNE. Bruise me with scorn. PRINCESS. They are infected. you are not free. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.My love to thee is sound. God knows!-. these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do forswear them. Our states are forfeit.--how white the hand. Speak for yourselves: my wit is at an end. Taffeta phrases.
BEROWNE. PRINCESS. BEROWNE. PRINCESS. spruce affectation. For how can this be true. confound me with a flout. And I will wish thee never more to dance. No.Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas. That you stand forfeit. Yet I have a trick Of the old rage: bear with me.
. And were you well advis'd? KING. I was. Teach us. disguis'd? KING. I am sick. sans crack or flaw. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance. coming from Muscovy. Help! hold his brows! he'll swound. That more than all the world I did respect her. KING. PRINCESS. for our rude transgression Some fair excuse. ROSALINE. BEROWNE. Nor woo in rime. and caught it of your eyes: These lords are visited. Why look you pale? Sea-sick. Soft! let us see: Write 'Lord have mercy on us' on those three. KING. Can any face of brass hold longer out?-. Sans 'sans. seek not to undo us. ROSALINE. PRINCESS. and honest kersey noes. O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd. dart thy skill at me. wench. Nor shall not. and I here protest. to begin. Peace! for I will not have to do with you. in their hearts it lies.--so God help me. Were not you here but even now. fair madam. I was. being those that sue? BEROWNE. Upon mine honour. Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit. Three-pil'd hyperboles. It is not so. silken terms precise. ROSALINE. lady. They have the plague. When she shall challenge this. The fairest is confession. Nor never come in visor to my friend.Here stand I. Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue.
you force not to forswear. O Lord. madam? by my life. again. [Enter COSTARD Welcome. I can assure you. By heaven. PRINCESS. Knowing aforehand of our merriment. What did the Russian whisper in your ear? ROSALINE. What mean you. Some carry-tale. some Dick. I see the trick on't: here was a consent. this career. Madam. BOYET. For every one pursents three. sir. I hope it is not so. My faith and this the princess I did give. KING. three times thrice. You cannot beg us. sir. and therefore keep it. to confirm it plain. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. What. No. moreover. been run. Peace! peace! forbear. sir. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. Is not nine. To dash it like a Christmas comedy. I remit both twain. and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's dispos'd. That smiles his cheek in years. some slight zany.-BEROWNE. we know what we know: I hope. I thank him. and did value me Above this world. You leer upon me. you did. ROSALINE. jesting merrily? You put our page out: go. some please-man. Some mumble-news. Not so. sir. pure wit! thou part'st a fair fray. I never swore this lady such an oath. in will and error. sir. which once disclos'd. he swore that he did hold me dear As precious eyesight. BEROWNE. God give thee joy of him! The noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. Much upon this it is: [To BOYET. sir. COSTARD. Neither of either. sir. Pardon me. Rosaline. and the fire. COSTARD. or else die my lover. under correction. Your oath once broke. to our perjury to add more terror. And Lord Berowne. You gave me this: but take it.
PRINCESS. to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. BEROWNE. That he would wed me. We are again forsworn.] and might not you Forestall our sport. or your pearl again? BEROWNE. And three times thrice is nine. Die when you will. Full merrily Hath this brave manage. but it is vara fine. woo'd but the sign of she. sir. Lo! he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done. a smock shall be your shroud. PRINCESS. my troth. you are allow'd. KING. sir. and. sir.
. adding thereto. and then we. do you? There's an eye Wounds like a leaden sword. Told our intents before. Following the signs. sir. What. some trencher-knight. will you have me. Holding a trencher. they would know Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no? BEROWNE. are there but three? COSTARD. The ladies did change favours. is my dear. KING. this jewel did she wear. Now. And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back. I will.
BEROWNE. the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical.] KING. PRINCESS. BEROWNE. my lord. He speaks not like a man of God his making. honey monarch. [Converses apart with the KING. as they say. O Lord. BEROWNE. too-too vain. That sport best pleases that doth least know how. [Exit COSTARD. Doth this man serve God? BEROWNE.] PRINCESS. That is all one. I say they shall not come. [Enter ARMADO. A right description of our sport.]
. KING. sweet. ARMADO. let me o'errule you now. Where zeal strives to content. for. Why ask you? PRINCESS. most royal couplement! [Exit. COSTARD. Art thou one of the Worthies? COSTARD. COSTARD. I am. we will take some care. I always took three threes for nine. Anointed. sir! it were pity you should get your living by reckoning. We are shame-proof. BEROWNE. How much is it?
COSTARD. too-too vain: but we will put it. but to parfect one man in one poor man. to fortuna de la guerra. for mine own part. the parties themselves. my fair. and delivers a paper to him. sir. sir. BEROWNE. we know whereuntil it doth amount. but I am to stand for him. Under correction. Go. let them not approach. sir. and the contents Die in the zeal of those which it presents. I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. Nay. my good lord. the actors. O Lord. Berowne.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor COSTARD. Pompion the Great. When great things labouring perish in their birth. We will turn it finely off. sir. sir. I wish you the peace of mind. bid them prepare. as they say. will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine own part. BEROWNE. and 'tis some policy To have one show worse than the king's and his company. I know not the degree of the Worthy. I protest. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the Great. By Jove. they will shame us.] ARMADO. my lord. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth. sir.
. Judas Maccabaeus: And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive. Hercules. He presents Hector of Troy. If your ladyship would say 'Thanks. Your nose says. and here she comes amain. old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee. and south. Proceed. with targe and shield. you are not. the braggart. no. These four will change habits and present the other five. but I hope I was perfect. west. for it stands to right. you are not he.'
COSTARD. The conqueror is dismay'd. BEROWNE. armed for POMPEY. You are deceived. great Pompey. good Alexander. for ALEXANDER. Pompey the Great. NATHANIEL. Well said. the pedant. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies. I was the world's commander. It is 'Great. north. most tender-smelling knight. the hedge-priest.] NATHANIEL. That oft in field. Pompey. With libbard's head on knee. [Enter COSTARD. I here am come by chance.Abate throw at novum. KING. the swain. 'Tis not so much worth. BEROWNE. the parish curate. Your nose smells 'no' in this.' BEROWNE. I spread my conquering might: My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander'-BOYET. 'The Great. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. There is five in the first show. PRINCESS.] COSTARD. COSTARD. [Enter SIR NATHANIEL armed. BEROWNE. Pompey proves the best Worthy. Pompey surnam'd the Big'-DUMAINE. I was the world's commander. The pedant. and the whole world again Cannot pick out five such.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING. the fool. My hat to a halfpenny. and the boy:-. KING. PRINCESS. 'Pompey surnam'd the Great. 'I Pompey am. take each one in his vein. You lie. I made a little fault in 'Great. 'tis not so. 'I Pompey am'-BOYET. did make my foe to sweat: And travelling along this coast. 'I Pompey am'-BEROWNE. COSTARD. The ship is under sail. Armado's page. 'When in the world I liv'd.' sir. By east. BEROWNE. Great thanks. COSTARD. Alexander. 'When in the world I liv'd.' I had done.
Quoniam he seemeth in minority. Judas. look you. Alisander. ycliped Maccabaeus. and MOTH armed. And when he was a babe. sir? BOYET. and afeard to speak! Run away for shame. COSTARD. sir. [Enter HOLOFERNES armed. for JUDAS. What is this? BOYET.'-DUMAINE. Stand aside. good Pompey.] 'Judas I am. but for Alisander.'-DUMAINE. Most true.
. PRINCESS. an't shall please you: a foolish mild man. a child. To make Judas hang himself. 'Judas I am.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor BOYET.' DUMAINE. that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool. HOLOFERNES. A conqueror. for HERCULES. an honest man.] There. 'Judas I am. faith. But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort. and soon dashed! He is a marvellous good neighbour. you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this.-COSTARD. Ergo I come with this apology. will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. sir.--[MOTH retires. Not Iscariot. HOLOFERNES. HOLOFERNES.' Keep some state in thy exit. Alisander. you are my elder. A cittern-head. Take away the conqueror. and Costard. How art thou prov'd Judas? HOLOFERNES. Because thou hast no face. BEROWNE. BEROWNE. and vanish. BEROWNE. Pompey the Great. your lion. Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas. A Judas! HOLOFERNES.] HOLOFERNES. BEROWNE.--alas! you see how 'tis--a little o'erparted. take away Alisander. Well follow'd: Judas was hanged on an elder. Begin.] O! sir. What mean you. HOLOFERNES. [Nathaniel retires. I will not be put out of countenance. a shrimp. that three-headed canis. Your servant. Whose club kill'd Cerberus. and a very good bowler. 'Great Hercules is presented by this imp. A kissing traitor. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus. you were so. BEROWNE. [To Sir Nathaniel. 'tis right. The more shame for you.
BOYET. For the ass to the Jude? give it him:--Jud-as. BOYET. His leg is too big for Hector's. The carved-bone face on a flask. away! HOLOFERNES. Therefore. HOLOFERNES. HOLOFERNES. BOYET.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor DUMAINE. BOYET. The face of an old Roman coin. And now. The head of a bodkin. how hath he been baited. For the latter end of his name. Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this. Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch. DUMAINE. not humble. KING. and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. Hide thy head. scarce seen. and in a brooch of lead. But is this Hector? DUMAINE. Achilles: here comes Hector in arms. BEROWNE. not gentle. BEROWNE. An thou wert a lion we would do so. for we have put thee in countenance. forward. [Enter ARMADO armed. let him go. as he is an ass. And so adieu. why dost thou stay? DUMAINE. But you have outfaced them all.
. You have put me out of countenance. DUMAINE.] BEROWNE. BEROWNE. False: we have given thee faces. certain. BEROWNE. I will now be merry. DUMAINE. DUMAINE. A death's face in a ring. @@@ LONGAVILLE. LONGAVILLE. Ay. Alas! poor Maccabaeus. The pommel of Caesar's falchion. Though my mocks come home by me. for HECTOR. sweet Jude! nay. PRINCESS. he may stumble. BEROWNE. This is not generous. I think Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Ay. BEROWNE. More calf. A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark.
This cannot be Hector. beat not the bones of the buried. 'tis yours. Stuck with cloves. we are much delighted. From morn till night. fellow Hector. he was a man. Sweet Lord Longaville. she is two months on her way.'-DUMAINE. 'The armipotent Mars. 'This Hector far surmounted Hannibal. DUMAINE.'-DUMAINE. Gave Hector a gift.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor BOYET. But I will forward with my device. I must rather give it the rein. the child brags in her belly already. Faith.
. LONGAVILLE. That columbine. he is best indued in the small. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten. [Aside to BOYET. I do adore thy sweet Grace's slipper. I am that flower. ARMADO. ARMADO. [Aside to DUMAIN. the heir of Ilion. DUMAINE. ARMADO. The party is gone. she is gone. No. BEROWNE. DUMAINE. ARMADO. No. A gilt nutmeg. PRINCESS. ARMADO.'-COSTARD. for it runs against Hector. A man so breath'd that certain he would fight ye. [To the PRINCESS. the poor wench is cast away: she's quick. BOYET. What meanest thou? COSTARD. unless you play the honest Troyan.
ARMADO. sweet chucks. Peace! 'The armipotent Mars. brave Hector. He's a god or a painter.] Sweet royalty. Gave Hector a gift. rein thy tongue. bestow on me the sense of hearing.] Loves her by the foot. for he makes faces. of lances the almighty. BEROWNE. of lances the almighty. cloven. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? Thou shalt die. and Hector's a greyhound. Speak. A lemon. DUMAINE. out of his pavilion. ARMADO. when he breathed.] He may not by the yard. That mint. LONGAVILLE. Ay. ARMADO. LONGAVILLE.
What reason have you for 't? ARMADO. Sweet bloods. for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. great. great Pompey! Pompey the Huge! DUMAINE. Renowned Pompey! BEROWNE. and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen. Welcome. Pompey is moved. ARMADO. madam! PRINCESS. Gentlemen and soldiers. BEROWNE. The naked truth of it is: I have no shirt. Hector trembles. I will not fight with a pole.] MARCADE. The king your father--
. Room for the incensed Worthies! COSTARD. I both may and will. great. I bepray you. he wore none but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's. I'll do it by the sword. But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. BOYET. Marcade. more Ates! Stir them on! stir them on! DUMAINE. True. Greater than great. Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor
COSTARD. Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is quick by him. [Enter MONSIEUR MARCADE. ARMADO. I go woolward for penance. let me borrow my arms again. I do challenge thee. ARMADO. if a' have no more man's blood in his belly than will sup a flea. I'll be sworn. Hector will challenge him. and that a' wears next his heart for a favour. and hanged for Pompey that is dead by him. By the north pole. DUMAINE. Most resolute Pompey! MOTH. I will not combat in my shirt. let me take you a buttonhole lower. COSTARD. like a northern man: I'll slash. I am sorry. BEROWNE. a messenger. More Ates. God save you. DUMAINE. MARCADE. DUMAINE. DUMAINE. Most rare Pompey! BOYET. pardon me. BEROWNE. since when. Ay. I'll do it in my shirt. Master. You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge. madam.
For your fair sakes have we neglected time. We have receiv'd your letters. show'd much more than jest. Those heavenly eyes that look into these faults Suggested us to make. like a merriment. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.--fair ladies. madam.
. Full of strange shapes. if. As bombast and as lining to the time. All wanton as a child. KING. skipping and vain.] KING. How fares your Majesty? PRINCESS. Your beauty. in your heavenly eyes. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. ARMADO. Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities. For mine own part. Excuse me so. rated them At courtship. PRINCESS. Your favours. Varying in subjects. and therefore met your loves In their own fashion. worthy lord! A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue. We did not quote them so. PRINCESS. I thank you. And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous. I say. the ambassadors of love. And. and I will right myself like a soldier. of habits and of forms. And by these badges understand the king. pleasant jest. Yet. ladies. you: And even that falsehood. LONGAVILLE. fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents. like the eye. since love's argument was first on foot. Play'd foul play with our oaths.
PRINCESS. to wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome-profitable As to rejoice at friends but newly found. coming so short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'd. By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both. Our letters. since. not so: I do beseech you stay. Boyet. Madam. in our maiden council. the error that love makes Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false. your gentleness Was guilty of it. Even so: my tale is told. Thus purifies itself and turns to grace. ROSALINE. and entreat. for my life! MARCADE. therefore. that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide The liberal opposition of our spirits. Dead. Form'd by the eye. BEROWNE. KING. Prepare. I understand you not: my griefs are double. But more devout than this in our respects Have we not been. Hath much deform'd us. and. BEROWNE. prepare: I will away to-night.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor PRINCESS. ladies. And often at his very loose decides That which long process could not arbitrate: And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtesy of love The holy suit which fain it would convince. For all your fair endeavours. The extreme parts of time extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his speed.-. DUMAINE. So did our looks. Worthies away! the scene begins to cloud. If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath.As love is full of unbefitting strains. full of love. [Exeunt WORTHIES. Farewell. Therefore. I breathe free breath. Our love being yours. as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance: Which parti-coated presence of loose love Put on by us. and courtesy. gracious lords. in itself a sin. Out of a new-sad soul. Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purpos'd.
and therefore this: If for my love. At the twelvemonth's end I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. look on me. A twelvemonth shall you spend. this shall you do for me: Your oath I will not trust. at the expiration of the year. And what to me. my lord. if you my favour mean to get. Remote from all the pleasures of the world.Without the which I am not to be won. till that instant. gentle wife? KATHARINE. Full of comparisons and wounding flouts. Full of dear guiltiness.-. and your task shall be. and. Neither intitled in the other's heart.-.--as there is no such cause. DUMAINE. I'll give you some. a twelvemonth and a day I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say. my love? but what to me? KATHARINE. Before I saw you. You must he purged too. let our hands part. If this. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. If frosts and fasts. fair health.-You will do aught. no. The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. my Lord Berowne. Impose some service on me for thy love. MARIA. You are attaint with faults and perjury. and last love. Behold the window of my heart.You shall this twelvemonth term. by this virgin palm now kissing thine. at the latest minute of the hour. But what to me. With all the fierce endeavour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile. BEROWNE. What humble suit attends thy answer there. And therewithal to win me.
PRINCESS. or more than this. Raining the tears of lamentation For the remembrance of my father's death. hard lodging and thin weeds. Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit: To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain. too short To make a world-without-end bargain in. What says Maria? MARIA. but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage. There stay until the twelve celestial signs Have brought about the annual reckoning. and still converse With groaning wretches. if I have much love. Grant us your loves. No so. ROSALINE. challenge me. I would deny. If this thou do deny. DUMAINE. With three-fold love I wish you all these three. from day to day. If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood. if you please. and honesty. Now. I'll stay with patience. No. mine eye. The liker you. Visit the speechless sick. KATHARINE. few taller are so young. Come. Yet swear not. Oft have I heard of you. BEROWNE. KING. and never rest. And.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor KING. but the time is long. To flatter up these powers of mine with rest. Then. A wife! A beard. But that it bear this trial. and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks. your sins are rack'd. O! shall I say I thank you. challenge me by these deserts. shut My woeful self up in a mournful house. DUMAINE. Come when the King doth to my lady come. my love? and what to me? ROSALINE. LONGAVILLE. my lord.
. lest ye be forsworn again. Then. Therefore. Studies my lady? mistress. But seek the weary beds of people sick. Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love. I will be thine. methinks. your Grace is perjur'd much. A time. LONGAVILLE.
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BEROWNE. and take leave. never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then. And maidens bleach their summer smocks. The cuckoo then. word of fear. Why. it wants a twelvemonth and a day. for thus sings he: Cuckoo. Unpleasing to a married ear!
. the Spring. vouchsafe me. madam. The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men. Ver. When turtles tread. sir. I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be. we will bring you on your way. befall what will befall. and others. When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight. sweet my lord. Holla! approach. And I will have you and that fault withal. cuckoo: O. on every tree. BEROWNE. for thus sings he. Mocks married men. Will hear your idle scorns. begin. I will kiss thy royal finger. Cuckoo.-PRINCESS. ARMADO. cuckoo: O. And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks. When shepherds pipe on oaten straws. Sweet Majesty. we will do so. BEROWNE. A twelvemonth! well. But. Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans. and so I take my leave. Cuckoo. NATHANIEL. Call them forth quickly. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it. [Enter HOLOFERNES. the other by the cuckoo. continue then.] ARMADO. PRINCESS.] This side is Hiems. [Enter ARMADO. KING. will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the end of our show. throw away that spirit. The worthy knight of Troy. KING. But if they will not. Was not that not Hector? DUMAINE. these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.] Ay. I am a votary: I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three yeasr. Come. most esteemed greatness. Our wooing doth not end like an old play: Jack hath not Jill. KING. Right joyful of your reformation. [To the King. ARMADO. Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools. ROSALINE. No. SPRING I. that's the way to choke a gibing spirit. it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Cuckoo. MOTH. And I shall find you empty of that fault. if sickly ears. this Ver. the one maintained by the owl. Winter. And then 'twill end. word of fear. Unpleasing to a married ear! II. BEROWNE. and rooks and daws.
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WINTER III. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. When all aloud the wind doth blow. And coughing drowns the parson's saw.clintock. IV. And birds sit brooding in the snow. Tu-whit. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. [Exeunt. When blood is nipp'd. and ways be foul. And Dick the shepherd blows his nail.] End of Project Gutenberg Etext of Love's Labour's Lost by Shakespeare PG has multiple editions of William Shakespeare's Complete Works Love's Labour's Lost from http://mc. And Tom bears logs into the hall. Tu-whit. You that way: we this way. ARMADO. to-who--a merry note. Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who. And Marian's nose looks red and raw. When icicles hang by the wall. And milk comes frozen home in pail. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.com/gutenberg/
. When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl.