Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er discourse, my lord.

I saw. Tke. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

The. True; and a goose for bis discretion. Enter Pyramius.

Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! O night with hue carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. so black !

The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his “O night, which ever art, when day is not!. valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is “O night, О night, alack, alack, alack,

well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to " I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!

the moon. “ And thou, wall,'o sweet, O lovely wall, Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon “That stand'st between her father's ground and present:" mine;

Dem. He should bave worn the horns on his head. “ Thou wall, ó wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. He is no crescent, and his horos are inviShew me thy chink, to blink through with mine sible within the circumference. eyne. (Wall holds up his fingers.)

Moon. « This lantern doth the horned moon “ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well

present; for this !

Myself the man i'th’moon do seem to be." “ Bat what see I? No Thisby do I see.

The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : “O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ; the man should be put into the lantern: How is it " Carst be tby stones for thus deceiving me!”

else the man i'the moon ? The. The wall, metbioks, being sensible, should Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: curse again.

for, you see, it is already in snuff. Pyr. No, in trutb, sir, he should not. Deceiving Hip. I am weary of this woon : Would, he se, is Thisby's cue : she is to enter now, and I am would change! to spy ber through the wall. You shall see, it will The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, fall pat as I told you :---yonder she comes. that he is in the wane : but yet, in courtesy, in all Enter Thisbe.

reason, we must stay the time.

Lys. Proceed, moon. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my Moon. “ All that I have to say, is, to tell you that moans,

the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon ; For parting my fair Pyramus and me:

this thorn-bush, my tboro-bush; and this dog, my My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones ; dog." Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.” Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern;

Pyr. “I see a voice : now will I to the chink, for they are in the moon. But silence; here comes

"To spg, an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisbe. " Thisby!

Enter Thisbe, This.“ My love! thou art my love, I think."

This. This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's

love ?" grace;

Lion.Oh”(The Lion roars.--Thisbe runs off.) " And like Limander am I trusty still." This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me kill."

Dem. Well roared, lion.
The. Well run,

Pyr. “ Not Shafalas to Procrus was so true.”
This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.”

Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines Pyr. “0, kiss me through the hole of this vile with a good grace. wall.”

The. Well moused, lion. (The Lion tears Thisbe's This. " I kiss the wall's bole, not your lips at all.” | mantle, and exit.) Pyr. “ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me

Dem. And so comes Pyramus. straightway?".

Lys. And then the moon vanishes. This. “ Tide life, tide death, I come with out

Enter Pyramus. delay.” Wall. Thús have I, wall, my part discharged so;

Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny " And, being done, thus wall away doth go.”.

beams; (Eseunt Wall, Pyramus and Thisbe. “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright : The. Now is the moral down between the two “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, neighbours.

" I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so

“ Bat stay ;-0 spite! wilful, to bear without warning:

“ But mark;- Poor knight, Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. " What dreadful dole is here! The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and

Eyes, do


see? the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

“ How can it be? Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not “O dainty duck! O dear! theirs.

• Thy mantle good, The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they

“ What, stain'd with blood ? of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Approach, ye furies fell! Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion,

** O fates! come, come;

“ Cut thread and thrum; Enter Lion and Moon-shine.

" Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" Lion. “ You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, fear

[floor, would go near to make a man look sad. " The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. “May now, perchance, both quake and tremble Pyr. 0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions here,

frame? " When lion roagh in wildest rage doth roar. “ Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: * Tben know, that I, one Snug, the joiner, am Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame, “A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:

“ That liv'd, that lov’d, that lik’d, that look'd " For if I should as lion come in strife

with cheer. " Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”

“Come, tears, confound; The. A very gentle beast, and of a good consoience.

“ Out, sword, and wound

“ The pap of Pyramus:

SCENE II. “Ay, that left pap,

Enter Puck. “ Where heart doth hop :-

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, “ Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. ·

And the wolf behowls the moon; “ Now am I dead,

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
“ Now am I fled ;

All with weary task fordone.
My soul is in the sky :

Now the wasted brands do glow,
* Tongue, lose thy light!

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, " Moon, take thy flight'.

Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, “ Now die, die, die, die, die." (Dies.)

In remembrance of a shroud. [Exit Moonshine.

Now it is the time of night, Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.

That the graves, all gaping wide, Lys. Less than an ace, màn; for he is dead; he

Every one lets forth his sprite, is nothing.

In the church-way paths to glide : The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet And we fairies, that do run recover, and prove an ass.

By the triple Hecat's team, Hip. How chance moon-shine is gone, before

From the presence of the sun, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

Following da:kness like a dream, The. She will find bim by star-light.-Here she

Now are frolic; not a mouse comes; and her passion ends the play.

Shall disturb this hallow'd house :

I am sent, with broom, before,
Enter Thisbe.

To sweep the dust behind the door.
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train.
for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.
Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py-

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, ramus, which 'Thisbe, is the better.

By the dead and drowsy fire : Lys. She hath spied bim already with those sweet

Every elf, and fairy sprite, eyes.

Hop as light as bird from brier;
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicit.:-

And this ditty, after me,
Asleep, my love?

Sing, and dance it trippingly:
“ What, dead, my dove?

T'ita. First, rehearse this song by rote: “ O Pyramus, arise,

To each word a warbling note,
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
“ Dead, dead ? A tomb

Will we sing, and bless this place.. “ Must cover thy sweet eyes.

“ These lily brows,
“ This cherry nose,

Obe. Now, until the break of day, “ These yellow cow slip cheeks,

Through this house each faity stray. “ Are gone, are gone :

To the best bride-bed will we, " Lovers, make moan!

Which by us shall blessed be; “ His eyes were green as leeks.

And the issue there create, " Ở sisters three,

Ever shall be fortunate. “ Come, come to me,

So shall all the couples three “ With bauds as pale as milk;

Ever true in loving be: “ Lay them ip gore,

And the blots of nature's hand “ Since yon have shore

Shall not in their issue stand; “ With shears his thread of silk.

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, “ Tongue, not a word :

Nor mark prodigious, such as are “ Come, trusty sword;

Despised in nativity, “ Come, blade, my breast imbrue:

Shall apon their children be.-“ And farewell, friends ;

With this field-dew consecrate, « Thus Thisbe ends :

Every fairy take his gait; “ Adieu, adieu, adieu."

(Dies.) And each several chamber bless, The. Moon-shine and lion are left to bury the Through this palace with sweet peace : dead,

E'er shall it in safety rest, Dem. Ay, and wall too.

And the owner of it blest. Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that

Trip away; parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Make no stay; epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between Meet me all by break of day. two of our company.

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania and train. The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play Puck. If we shadows have offended, needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the

Phink but this, (and all is mended,) players are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

That you have but slumber'd here, Marry, if be that writ it had played Pyramus, and

While these visions did appear. hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would bave

And this weak and idle theme, been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very

No more yielding but a drean, notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask:

Gentles, do not reprehend; let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns.)

If you pardon, we will mend. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

And, as I'm an honest Puck, Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time.

If we have unearned luck I fear we shall out-sleep the coming moro,

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

We will make amends, ere long : This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd

Else the Puck a liar call. The heavy gait of night.- Sweet friends, to bed.

So, good night unto you all. A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

Give me your hands, if we be friends, In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt.

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit,

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COSTARD, a Clown.

MOTH, Page to Armado.
LONGAVILLE, Lords, attending on the King. A Forester.


Lords, attending on the Princess of ROSALINE,


Ladies, attending on the Princess. Dox ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniard. KATHARINE, SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.

JAQUENETTA, a country Wench. HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.

Officers and others, Attendants on the King and DULL, a Constable.



To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
SCENE I.- Navarre. A Park with a Palace in it. With all these living in philosophy.
Enter the KING, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and

Biron. I can but say the protestation over.

So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,

That is, to live and study here three years.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, But there are other strict observances :
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

As, not to see a woman in that term ;
And then grace as in the disgrace of death ; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled ibere :
When, spite of cormorant devouring time, And, one day in a week to touch no food;
The endeavour of this present breath may buy And but one meal on every day beside ;
That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen The which, I hope,

is not enrolled there:
And make us beirs of all eternity. [edge, And then, to sleep but three hours in the night,
Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, And not be seen to wink of all the day;
That war against your own affections,

(When I was wont to think no harm all night, And the huge army of the world's desires, And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force : Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; 0, these are barren tasks, too bard to keep; Our court shall be a little academe,

Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. Still and contemplative in living art.

King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville,

Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please; Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, I only swore, to study with your grace, My fellow scholars, and to keep those statutes, Aud stay here in your court for three years' space. That are recorded in this schedule bere :

Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe yournames; Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. That his own hand may strike his honour down, What is the end of study? let me know. That violates the smallest branch herein:

King. Wby, that to know, which else we should If you are arm’d to do, as sworn to do,

not know.

[common sense? Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from

Long. I am resolv’d: 'tis but a three years' fast; King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so, Pat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits To know the thing I am forbid to know: Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. As thus,- To study where I well may dine,

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified ; When I to feast expressly am forbid; The grosser manner of these world's delights Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : When mistresses from common sense are hid :

Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,

For well you know, here comes in embassy Study to break it, and not break my troth. The French king's daughter, with yourself to If stúdy's gain be thus, and this be so,

Study knows that, which yet he doth not know: A maid of grace, and complete majesty,-
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, po.

About surrender-up of Aquitain
King. These be the stops that binder study quite, To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:
And train our intellects to vain delight.

Therefore this article is made in vain, Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. vain,

King. Whut say you, lords ? wby, this was Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain:

quite forgot. As, painfully to pore upon a book,

Biron. So study evermore is overshot; To seek the light of truth ; while truth the wbile While it doth study to have what it would, Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : It doth forget to do the thing it should :

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. King. We must, of force, dispense with this deStudy me how to please the eye indeed,

She must lie here on mere necessity. (cree; By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

Three thousand times within this three years' And give him light that was it blinded by.

space : Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

For every man with bis affects is born; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks ;

Not by might master'd, but by special grace : Small have continual plodders ever won,

If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, Save base authority from others' books.

I am forsworn on mere necessity.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, So to the laws at large I write my Dame :
That give a name to every fixed star,

(Subscribes.) Have no more profit of their shiping nights,

And be, that breaks them in the least degree, Than those that walk, and wot pot what they are. Stands in attainder of eternal sbame : Too much to know, is to know nought but fame; Suggestions are to others as to me; And every godfather can give a name.

But, I believe, although I seem so loth, King. How well he's read, to reason against I am the last, that will last keep his oath. reading!

(ceeding! But is there no quick recreation granted ? Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro King. Ay, that there is: our court you know is Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the

haunted weeding:

(a-breeding With a refined traveller of Spain ; Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Dum. How follows that?

That hath a mint of phrases in bis brain :
Fit in his place and time. One,

whom the music of his own vain tongue Dum. In reason nothing.

Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Biron.

Something then in rhyme. A man of complements, whom right and wrong Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping frost, Have chose as umpire of their mutiny :

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. This child of fancy, that Arınado hight, Biron. Well, say I ain; why should proud sum For interim to our studies, shall relate, mer boast,

In high-born words, the worth of many a knight Before the birds have any cause to sing ?

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

How you delight my lords, I know not, I; At Christmas I no more desire a rose,

But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; And I will use him for my minstrelsy. But like of each thing, that in season grows.

Biron, Armado is a most illustrious wight, So you, to study now it is too late,

A man of fire-new words, fashion's own kuight. Climb o'er the house to anlock the little gate. Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our King. Well, sit you oat: go home, Birón; adieu !

sport; Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay And so to study, three years is but short. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,

Enter Dull with a letter, and CoSTARD. Than for that angel knowledge you can say,

Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Yet confident I'll keep what I bave swore,

Biron. Tbis, fellow; What would'st? And bide the penance of each three year's day. Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I Give me the paper, let me read the same;

am bis grace's tharborough: but I would see his And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. own person in flesh and blood. King. How well this yielding rescues thee


Biron. This is be. from shame!

Dull. Signior Arme-Armecommends you. Biron. (Reads.) Item, That no woman shall come There's villainy abroad; this letter will tell you within a mile of my court.

(me. And bath this been proclaim'd?

Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching Long.

Four days ago.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. Let's see the penalty.

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in (Reads.)-On pain of losing her tongue.

God for high words.

[us patience! Who devis'd this? Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? Biron, Sweet lord, and why?

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modeLong. To fright them hence with that dread rately; or to forbear both. penalty.

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. cause to climb in the merriness.

(Reads.) Item, If any man be seen to talk with a Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning woman within the terin of three years, he shall endure Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly Biron. In what manner ?

[the manner. devise.

Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all This article, my liego, yourself must break; those three : Iwas seen with her in the manor-house,

with you:

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sitting with her upon the form, and taken following King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed her into the park, which, put together, is in man virgin. ner and forın following. Now, sir, for the man Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was Der,-it is the manner of a man to speak to a taken with a maid. woman: for the form,-in some form.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. Biron. For the following, sir?

Cost. This maid will serve my tarn, sir. Cost. As it shall follow in my correction ; And King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You God defend the right!

shall fast a week with bran and water. King. Will you hear this letter with attention? Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton Biron, As I would hear an oracle.

and porridge, Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.after the flesh.

My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'erKing. (Reads.) Great deputy. the welkin's vice And go we, lords, to put in practice that, gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my souls Which each to other hath so strongly's God, and body's fostering patron,

[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, King. So it is,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scoro.Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, Sirrah, come on. in telling true, but so, so.

Cost, suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I King. Peace.

[fight! was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true Cost.-be to me, and every man that dares not girl: and therefore, Welcome the soar cup of prosKing. No words.

perity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till Cost of other men's secrets, I beseech yon. then, Sit thee down, sorrow!

(Exeunt. King, So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to

SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Armado's

House. the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air ; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk'


Enter ARMADO and Moth. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great most graze, birds best perk, and men sit down to that spirit grows melancholy? nourishment which is called supper. So much for the Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. time when : Now for the ground which; which, I Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same mean, I walked upon : it is ycleped thy park. Then thing, dear imp. for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melan. from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which choly, my tender juvenal ?" here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest : But Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the workto the place, where,- It standeth north-north-east and ing, my tough senior. by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted Arm. Why tough senjor? why tough senior ?. garden: There did I see that low-spirited swqin, that Moth. Whý tender juvenal? why tender juvenal ? ase minnow of thy mirth,

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent Cost. Me.

epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which King.that unletter'd small-knowing soul, we may nominate tender. Cost. Me.

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent King.--that shallow vassal,

title to your old time, which we may name tough. Cost. Still me.

Arm. Pretty, and apt. King.-hich, as I remember, hight Costard, Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my Cast. O me!

saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty? King.---sorted and consorted, contrary to thy esta Arm. Thou pretty, because little. [apt? blished proclained edict and continent canon, with Moth. Little pretty, because little : Wherefore with-with-brut with this I passion to say where Arm. And therefore apt, becanse quick. Cost. With a wench.

[with. Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master? King.--uith a child of our grandmother Eve, a Arm. In thy condign praise. female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a wp Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. man. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ? on) kare sent to thee, to receive the meed of punish Moth. That an eel is quick. mient, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thoy Man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation. heatest my blood.

Dull.Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull. Moth. I am answered, sir. King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Arm, I love not to be crossed. called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at not him.

(Aside.) the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, Arm. I have promised to study three years with in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat the duke. of duty,

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but Arm. Impossible. the best that ever I heard,

Moth. How many is one thrice told ? King. Ay, the best for the worst.-But, sirrah, Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit what say you to this?

of a tapster. Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. King. Did you bear the proclamation ?

Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish Cosi. I do confess much of the hearing it, but of a complete man. little of the marking of it.

Moth. Then, I am sore, you know how much King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. Lo be taken with a wench,

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Cost. I was taken with none, sir; I was taken Moth. Which the base valgar do call, three. with a damosel.

Arm. True, King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: 1 yirgia,

and how easy it is to put years to the word three

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