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Prin, Ay, in truth, my lord ;

Trim gallants, foil of courtship, and of state.

Hoa, Madam, speak true : It is not so, my lord;
My lady (to the manner of the days),
In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
We four, indeed, confronted were with four
In Russian habit ; here they stayed an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools ; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

Binm^ This jest is dry to me. Gentle sweet.
Tour wit makes wise things foolbh ; when we peet
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,
By light w« loae light : Your cauacitr



is of that nature, that to your huge store
. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poot
Ro$, This proves you wise and rich, for in

my eye,—
Biron, I am a fool, and full of poverty.
Roa. But that you take what dom to you belong,
It were a fairit to snatch words from my tongue.
Birmu 0, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Jio8. All the fool mine?
Bircn. I cannot give yon less.

Bos. Which of the visors was it that vou wore ?
Biron, Where? when? what visor? why demand

you this?
Rob, There, then, that visor ; that superfluous case,
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face.
King. We are descried: theyll mock us noM

Dum, Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.
Prin, Amaz*d, my lord? Why looks yonf

highness sad?
Bo$, Help, hold his brows I hell swoon / Why
look you ]mle? —
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Biron, Thus pour the stars down plagues for

Can any face of brass hold longer out? —
Here stina I, lady; dart thy skill at me ;

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout.
Thrust thy sharp wit c^uite through my igiiorance ;

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit ;
And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait

never will I trust to speeches penn'd,
Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue;

Nor never come in visor to my friend ;

Nor woo in rh^me, like a blind harper% song.
Taffiita phrases, silken terms precise,

Three-piPd hyoerboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical ; these summer-flics

Have blown me full of maggot ostentations

1 do forswear them : and I here protest,

By this white glove, (how white the hand God
knows !)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes ;
And, to begin, wench,— so God help me, la! —
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Bo$. Sana bans I pray yon.

^tron. Yet I have a trick

Of the old rage : — bear with me, I am sick ;
111 leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;—
Write " Lord have mercer on us,'* on those three;
They are infected, in theu: heart it lies ;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.
These lords are visited ; you are not free.
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. [us.

Prin, No, they are free that gave these tokens to

Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.

Boa, It is not so. For Iiuw can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Biron, Peace ; for I will n >t have to do with you.

Bos, Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Biron, Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end

King, Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude
Some fair excuse.

Prin. The fairest is confession.

Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?

King. Madam, I was.

Prin, And were you well advis*d?

King, 1 was, fair madam.

Prin, When you then were here,

What did jon whisper in your 1
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Ktiig. That more than all the world I di I respect

Pritu When she shall challenge this, you Mrill
reject her.

King, Upon mine hononr no.

Prin, Peace, peacA, forbear;

Tour oath once broke, you force not to forswear.

King, Despise me, when 1 brenk this oath of mine.

Prin. 1 will: and therefore kcop it: — liosaline,
What did the Russian v hi -per in your ear?

Ros. Madam, he .vwore that he did hold me dear
As precit)Ud eye-sight : and did value me
Above this world: adding thereto, moreover,
That he would wed mo, or else die my lover.

Prin. God eive thee joy of him ! the noble lord
Most honourably doth uphold his word. [troth,

Kiig. What mean you, madiira? by my life, my
1 never swore this lady such an oath.

Ro8. By He^xven you did; and to confirm it
Tou gave me this : but take it, sir, again.

King. My faith, and this, t!ic i.rincess I did give;
I knew her by this jewel on her sloeve.

Prin, Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear ;
And Lord Biron, 1 thank him, is my dear :—
What ; will jow have nu*, or y4>ur i)earl again ?

Biron, Neither of either, I remit Doth twain.
I see the trick on't: — Hero was a consent
[Knowing a forehand of our merriment).
To dash it like a Christ >nas comedy : [zany,

Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some
Dick, — L^rick

That smiles his che^k in years; and knows the
To make my lady laugh, when she's disposed —
' Told our intents before : which once disclosed.
The ladies did clumge favours ; and then we,
Following the .^igns, woo'd but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror.
We are again forsworn: in will, and error.
Much upon this it is: — And might not you,


Forestal otir sport, to make us thus untruo ?
Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,

And laugh upon the apple of her eve?
And stand between her back, sir, an 1 the fire,

Holding a trencher, je->iing merrily ?
You put our pa^re out : Go, you are allow'd ;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrond.
You leer upon me, do you ? there^s an eye.
Wounds like a leaden sword.

Boyet, Full merrily

Cost. Lord, sir, it were a pity you shoold
get your living by reckoning, sir.

Biron. How much is it ?

Cost. Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the
actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount:
for mine own part, I am, as they say, but to par
feet one m&n, in one poor man; Pompion the
Great, sir,

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?

Cost. It pleased thesn to think me worthy of
Pompion the Great : for mine own part, I know
not tne degree of the worthy ; but I am to stand
for him.

Biron. (Jo bid them prepare.

Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will
take some care. [Exit Costakd.

King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not
npproach. [policy

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and *tissome
To have one show worse than the king^ and his

King. I say, they shall not come.

Prill. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-raleyounow.
That sport best pleases that doth least know how :
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Die in the zeal, of that which it presents
Thp form confounded makes mi'8t form in mirth ;
AVh.M great tilings labouring peiish in their birth.

Biron, A right description of our sport, my lord.

Enter Armado.

Ar^iu Anointed, I implore so much expense of

thy royal sweet breath,as will utter a brace of words.

[Armado oonoerscs mth the Kino, and

dditcrs Jam a pajxr,

Prin. Doth this man eerve God ?

Biron. Why ask you ?
' Prin, He s {>eaks not I ike a man of God*s making.

Amu That's all one, my fair, sweet, boner
monarch: for, I protest the schoolmaster if
exceeding fantastical ; too, too vain; too, too vain;
But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della
guerra, I wish you the peace of mind, most royal
CDuplementl [ExitAvMAUO,

King. Hore is like to be a good presence of
worthies : 1 le presents Hector of Troy ; the swain,
Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander;
Armado*s page, Hercules; the pedant, Jadas

And if these four worthies in their first show thrive,
These four will change habits, and present the other

Biron There w fivft in thA first nhow.

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Oiaif. It is great, sir;— "Pompey surnam'd the
great I
That oft in field, \ritb targe and shield, did make mj

foe to sweat :
And trayelling along this coast, I here am come hy

And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass

of France."
If your ladyship would say,** Thanks, Pompey," I
haa done.
PrvL Great thanks, great Pompey.
Cost. Tis not so mach worth ; bat, I hope I
was perfect : I made a little fault in " great"

Btron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves
the best worthy.

Snter Nathaniel, armed, for Alexander.

Naih, ** When in the world I liv*d, I was the
world*s commander ;
By east, west, north, and south, I spread my con-
quering might;
My 'scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander.**
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it

stands too right.
Biron, Your nose smells, no, in this, most

tender-smelling knight.
Prin, Theconouerorisdismay'd: Proceed good

NaA, ** When in the world I liv'd, I was the

world's commander;" —
Bouet. Most true, tis right; yoa were so,

Binm. Pompey the Great, —
CotL Your servant, and Costard.

DiroiL Take away the conqueror, take away

Oo$L O, sir, [to Kath.1 yoa have overthrown
Alisander the conqueror I Yon will j-j «K:n»L'^i]
out of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that
holds his poU-ax sitting on a close stool, will be
given to A-jax : he will be the ninth worthy. A
conqueror, and afeard to speak 1 run away for
shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] There, ant
shall please you ; a foolish mild man ; an honest
man, look you, and soon dashed ! He is a marvel-
lous good neighbour, in sooth; and a very good
bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, you see how 'tis ; —
a little o'erparted: — But there are worthies a
coming who will speak their mind in some other
•P^rm, Stand aside, good Pompey.

SiUer HoLorBKNES for Judas, €md Hlorafor


Boyet, To make Judas hang himself

BoL Begin, sir; you are my eldar.

Biron. Well followed: Judas was hang*d on as

Hoi. I will not be put out of oountenanee.
Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Hoi. What is this?
Boyet, A cittern-head.
Dtm, The head of a bodkin.
Biron, A deaths face in a ring.
Long, The face of an old Bioman coin, scarce

Boi/ct. The pummel of Csesar's falchion.
J>um, The carv'd-bone face on a flask.
Biron, St George s half-cheek in a brooch.
Duni, Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
Biron, Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-
And now, forward; for we have pat thee in

Hoi. You have put me ont of countenance.
Biron. False : we have given thee faces.
HoL But you have out-faced them all.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
Boyet, Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jade I nay, why dost thou

Dun, For the latter end of his name.
Biron. For the ass to the Jade ; give it him : —

Jud-as, away !
HoL This is not generous; not gentle; not

Boyet, A light for Monsieur Jadas : it grows

dark, he may stumble.
Drin. Alas, poor Machabaeus, how hath he been


W^*Ar Armado, armed, fir Hector.

Biron, Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes
Hector in arms.

Bum, Though my mocks come home by me, I
will now be merry.

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.

Boyet, But is this Hector ?

Bum, I think Hector wasnotsodean-timberod.

Long, His leg is too big for Hector.

Dum, More calf, certain.

Boyet, No ; he is best indued in the small.

Biron, This cannot be Hector.

Bum, He's a god or a pwnter; for he makes

Arm, ** The armipotent Mara, of lances tiie
Gave Hector a erift," —

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when he breathed, he was a man— bat I will for>
ward with my device: Sweet royalty [to the
PiiiKCE3s], bestow on me tlie sense of hearing.

[BiKON toJiisjKTS Costard.

Drm. Speak, brave Hector: we are much

^rm. I do adore thy sweet prace*8 slipper.

Boyet, Loves her by the foot.

Dunu He may not by tlic yard.

Arm, **ThU Hector far surmounted Hanni-

Cat, The iiarty is gone, fellow Hector, she is
gone ; she is two montlis on her way.

Amu What meanest thou ?

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan,
the poor wench is cast away : she's quick ; the
chila brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours.

Arm, Dost thou intamouize me among poten-
tates? thou shalt die.

Cost, Then shall Hector be whipped, for Ja-
quenetta that is quick by him; ana hanged, for
Pompey that's dead by him.

Vum, Most rare Pompey I

BoyeU Renowned Pompey.

Biron, Greater than great, great, great, great
Pompey! Pompey the huge I

Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron, Pompey is moved: — More Ates, more
Ates; stir them on I stir them on I

Dum, Hector will clialleiigo him.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in%
belly than will sup a flea.

Ann, By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

Cost, I will not fi^lit with a pole, like a northern
man ; 111 slash ; ni do it by the sword : — 1 pray
you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum, Room for the incensed worthies*

Cost, ni do it in my shirt.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Moth. Master, let me take you a button -hole
lower. Do you not see, Pompey is unerasing for
the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I
will not combat in my shirt.

Dum. You may not deny it ; Pompey hath made
the challenge.

Arm, Sweet bloods, I both may and MrilU

Biron, What reason have you for't?

Arm, The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt;
I go wool ward ft>r penance.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in Rome
for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he
wore none but adishclout of Jaquenettas; and
that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour.

Enter Mercade.

Mer, God save you, madam !

Prin, Welcome, Mercade ;
But that thou interrupt 'st our merriment.

Mer, I am sorry, madam ; for the news T bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The king, your father —

Prin, Dead, for my life.

Mer. Even so ; my tale is told.

Biroiu Worthies, away; the scene begins to

Ann. For mine own part, I breathe free


I have seen the day of wrong through the little

hole of discretion, and I will right my.nelf like a

soldier. [Exeunt Worthies.

King, How fares your majesty ?

Prin, Boyet, preimre ; I will away to-night

King, Madam, not so ; I do beseech yon sta^«
Prin, i'remre, I say. — 1 thank you, gracioi*

For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat,
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
The liberal opposition of our spirits:
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the cnnvei'se of breath, your gentleness
Was guilty of it. — Farewell, worthy lord I
A heavy heart bears ^ot a humble tongue:
Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtain d.
King, The extreme parts of time extremeh

All causes to the purpose of his speed ;
And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long procej-s could not arbitrate :
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
I'he holy suit which fain it would convince;
Yet, since love's aigument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friend>

Is not by much so wholesome, profitable.
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Prin, I understand you not; my griefs are

Birvn, Honest plain words best pierce the ears

of grief; —
And by these badges understand the king
For your fair sakes have we neglected time ;
Play'd foul play with our oaths. Your beauty,

Hath much deform 'd us, fashioning our humours
Even to tlie opposed end of our intents:
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, —
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
All wanton as a child, skinping, and vain ;
P'orm'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Full of sti-ay shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance :
Which party-ctvited presence of loose love
Put on oy us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecomd our oaths and gravities.
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these

Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love

Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false.
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both,— fair ladies, yon:
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Prin, We have received your letters, foil of

Your favours, the embassadors of love ;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast, and as lining to the time :
But more devout than this, in our respects.
Have we not been, and therefore met your

In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dvan, Our letters, madam, showed much more

than jest.
Long, So did our looks.
Bos, We did not quote them so.

King, Now, at the latest minute of the.hour« t
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Pnru A timCf methinks, too short

To make a world- without-end barg:iiii in :
Ko» no, my lord, your grace ia peijur'd mncli,
Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this, —
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
You will do aught, this shall you do for me :
Your oatli I will not trust ; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Kemote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay, until the twelve cele»tial signs
Have brought about their annual reckoning:
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood ;
If frosts, and fastSf hard lodging, and thin

Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But tliat it bear this trial, and last love ;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house ;
Kaining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death
If tins thou do deny, let our hands part;
Neither intitled in the other's heart.
King. If this, or more than this, I would
To flatter up these powers of mine with
The fudden hand of death close up mhie
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast
Biron, And what to me, my love ? and what to

Am. You must be purged too, your sins are
Ton are attaist with faults and perjury;
Therefore if you my favour mean to get,
A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,
But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum* But what to me, my love ? but wliat to

Katn. A wife!— A beard, fair health, and
honesty ;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum* 0. shall I say, I thank you, gentle

Kath, Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a
111 mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers

Come when the king doth to my lady- come.
Then, if I have much love. 111 give yon
Dim, V\\ serre thee tme and faithfully tUl

Kaih. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn

Long. What says Maria?
Mar. At the twelvemonth^s end,

111 change my black gown for a faithful
Long. Ill stay with patience ; bnt the time is

Mrrr. The liker you : few taller are so young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye.
What humble suit attends thy answer there;
Impose some service on me for tliy love.
Mo$. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord


Before I saw you: and the worldV Ivge

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;
Which you on all estates will execute.
That lie within the mercy of your wit :
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful

And, therewithal, to win me, if you please
(Without the which I am not to be wonj,
xou shall this twelvemonth term from day

to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still conyerse
With groaning wretches; and your task

shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit,
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Biron, To move wild laughter in the throat of

death ?
It cannot be ; it is impossible :
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Boa. Wh^, that's the way to choke a gibing

Whose influence is begot of that loose g^ce
Which shallow laughing hearers give to

fools :
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears,
Deafd with the clamours of their own dear

Will hear your idle scorns, continue then.
And I will have you, and that fault withal;
But, if they will not, throw away that

And I shall find you empty of that fianlt,
Right joyful of your reformation.
Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will

111 jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. .
Prin. Ay, sweet my lord ; and so I take my

leave. [To tJie Kino.

King. No, madam; we will bring you on your

Biron, Our wooing doth not end like ah old

Jack hath not Jill : these ladies* courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and
a day.
And then *twill end.

Biron. That^ too long for a play.

JViter Abmado.

Arm. Sweet majesty, youchsafe me, —

Prm. Was not that Hector?

Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take
leave. I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaque-
netta to hold the plough for her sweet love three
years. But, most esteemed greatness, 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.
, King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

Arm. Holhil approach.

Enter Holofsbnbb, Nathaviel, Moth, Costabd,
and othen.

This side is Hlems, winter : this Ver, the spring :
the one maintained by the owl, the other by the
eackoo. Vor, begin.

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Gfbjmq. When daisies pied, and Tloleta olne,
And lady-sraocks all ailver white.
And oackoo buds of yellow hue.

Do paiut the meadows with delighti
The cuckoo then, on eyery tree.
Mocks married men. for thus sings he.

Cuckoo :
Cnckoo. cuckoo,— O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear I


When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And meny larks are ploughmen's olock«i.

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach theirsummer-smocka,

The cuckoo then, on every tree.

Mocks married men, for Uius sings hfl^

Caokoo, cnckoo,— O word of tmx,

Taplaosing to a manled aar I

WniTEB. When Idolca bang by the wall.

And Dick the shepherd blows his oaa]
And Tom bears logs into the hall.

And milk comes fruzen home in pal].
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul.
Then nightly sings the staring owl.

To-who ;
Tu-whit, to-who, a meny note^
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


When all aloud the wind doth blow.

And ooughing drowns the parson's saw.
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw.
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl.
Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-whit, to-who, amenrnote.
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot
Arm, The wordB of Mercurj are harsh after
the songs of Apollo. You, that waj; we, this waj.

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BAPTIBTA. a rich fentleman of Padua.

VTW CBHTIO. aa old gontleman of Piaa.

L uuttWTi.0. ton to VlncenUo, la love wltli Biaaca.

PETRVOIO, a gentl«aaa of Voroaa, a raltor to Kathulna.

6EB]a0.asvltortoBUnca. HOR^IBIO.amiitortoBJaaao.

TSAKIO. Btrraat to Lac«ntio.

BZOMSSLLO, nmat to Locoatlo.

OBTTMIO.MnraattoPetniclo. ODBTIB, Nrraat to Potroolo

PSDAJlT. an old fellow Mt ap to penoaato Vlacoatto.

KATBABIHA, the ihrew daughter to Baptista.

BIAHCA, lUtar toKatharlaa, and daughter to BaptlstA.


TMlor, Eaberdaihor, and Benraato attondlaff on Baptista


8CSNB.— BometlmMtaPadoa; and MBctlmei la Petrudo'i Bovm ta the Co«atry.

A Lord. Ohrlitopher 8I7, a draaken Tiaker. Hoetoia, Page, Playen. Haatoaea, aad other Serraati.

SCENE L^B^fifrt an AWunm on a Heath,
Enter Hostess and Sly.

igjf. ni pheese you, in faith.

Bo8t. A pair of stocks, you rogue I

Shf,^ y * are a baggage ; the Slys are no rogues :
Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard
Conqueror. Therefore, jpauea3 jpdUabria; let the
world slide: Seaaal

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you
have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier : Go— by 8. Jeronimy—

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