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“For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering “Since you have shore streams,
* With shears his thread of silk. “ I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
“ Tongue, not a word : ** But stay ;-0 spite!
“Come, trusty sword : " But mark;--Poor knight,
“Come, blade, my breast imbrue: " What dreadful dole is here?
“ And farewell, friends ;" Eyes, do you see?
“ Thus Thisby ends : “How can it be?
" Adieu, adieu, adieu.”
(Dies. “ dainty duck! O dear!
The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury * Thy mantle good,
the dead. " What, staind with blood ?
Dem. Ay, and wall too. * Approach, ye furies fell!
Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that O fates! come, come;
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see “ Cut thread and thrum ;*
the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, “Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!"'+ between two of our company?
The. This passion, and the death of a dear! The. No epilogue I pray you; for your play friend, would go near to make a man look sad. needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. players are all dead, there need none to be Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd frame?
Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's gar* Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: ter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so " Which is no, no, which was the fairest it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But dame,
come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue "That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd alone. (Here a dance of Clowns. with cheer. I
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :“Come, tears, confound;
Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. “ Out, sword, and wound
I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, “The pap of Pyramus :
As much as we this night have overwatch'd. **Ăy, that left pap,
This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd Where heart doth hop:
The heavy gait* of night.-Sweet friends, to - Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
bed.“Now am I dead,
A fortnight hold we this solemnity, “Now am I fled;
In nightly revels, and new jollity. (Exeunt. “My soul is in the sky : “Tongue, lose thy light!
SCENE II.- Enter Puck. “Moon, take thy fight!
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, * Now die, die, die, di", die.
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, Dem. No die, but an ace, for him ; for he is
All with weary task fordone.t but one.
Now the wasted brands do glow, Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead;
· Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, he is nothing.
Puts the wretch that lies in wo, The. With the help of a surgeon, he might
In remembrance of a shroud. yet recover, and prove an ass.
Now it is the time of night,
Every one lets forth his sprite, The. She will find him by star-light.-Here In the church-way paths to glide :: she comes; and her passion ends the play.
And we fairies that do run
By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun, one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be
Following darkness like a dream, brief.
Now are frolic; not a mouse Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which
Shall disturb this hallow'd house : Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. This." Asleep, my love?
Obe. Through this house give glimmering “ What, dead, my dove?
By the dead and drowsy fire : [light, "O Pyramus, arise,
Every elf, and fairy sprite, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?
Hop as light as bird from brier ; “Dead, dead? A tomb
And this ditty after me, * Must cover thy sweet eyes.
Sing and dance it trippingly. “ These lily brows,
T'ita. First, rehearse this song by rote; " This cherry nose,
To each word a warbling note, *These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace, "Are gone, are gone :
Will we sing, and bless this place. "Lovers, make moan ! "His eyes were green as leeks.
Song and DancE. “O sisters three,
Obe. Now, until the break of day, " Come, come, to me,
Through this house each fairy stray. * With hands as pale as milk;
To the best bride-bed will we, “Lay them in gore,
Which by us shall blessed be; • Coacno yam. f Destroy. Countenance. • Progress.
And the issue, there create,
Meet me all by all by break of day. Ever shall be fortunate.
(Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. So shall all the couples three
Puck. If we shadows have offended, Ever true in loving be:
Think but this, (and all is mended) And the blots of nature's hand
That you have but slumber'd here, Shall not in their issue stand ;
While these visions did appear. Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
And this weak and idle theme, Nor mark prodigious,* such as are
No more yielding but a dream, Despised in nativity,
Gentles, do not reprehend; Shall upon their children be.
If you pardon, we will mend. With this field-dew consecrate,
And, as I'm an honest Puck, Every fairy take his gait;t
If we have unearned luck And each several chamber bless,
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, Through this palace with sweet peace :
We will make amends ere long : E’er shall it in safety rest,
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit. * Pertentous.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
| Moth, Page to Armado. BIRON,
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
ROSALINE, Ladies attending on the PrinMERCADE, 3
MARIA, Don ADRIANDO DE ARMADO, a fantastical
JAQUENETTA, a Country Wench. SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.
Officers, and others, Attendants on the King HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.
and Princess. DULL, a Constable. COSTARD, a Clown.
But there are other strict observances : SCENE J.-Navarre.-A Park, with a Pa
As, not to see a woman in that term;
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : lace in it.
And, one day in a week to touch no food; Enter the King, Biron, LONGAVILLE, and
And but one meal on every day beside;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there: King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, lives,
And not be seen to wink of all the day; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, (When I was wont to think no harm all night, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; And make a dark night too of half the day :) When, spite of cormorant devouring time, Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : The endeavour of this present breath may buy 10, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; That honour, which shall bate his scythe's Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. keen edge,
| King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away And make us heirs of all eternity.
from these. Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you That war against your own affections, I only swore to study with your grace, please; And the huge army of the world's desires, And stay here in your court for three years' Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
space. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the Our court shall be a little Academe,
rest. Still and contemplative in living art.
Biron. By yea and nay, Sir, then I swore You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville,
in jest. Have sworn for three years' term to live with What is the end of study? let me know. me,
King. Why, that to know, which else we My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,
should not know. That are recorded in this schedule here : Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your from common sense? names;
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recomThat his own hand may strike his honour down,
pense. That violates the smallest branch herein: | Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do, To know the thing I am forbid to know: (so Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. As thus-To study where I well may dine, Long. I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' When I to feast expressly am forbid; fast;
Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, The mind shall banquet, though the body pine : When mistresses from common sense are hid : Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the Study to break it, and not break my troth. wits.
lif study's gain be thus, and this be so, Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know: The grosser manner of these world's delights Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no. He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : King. These be the stops that hinder study To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
quite, With all these living in philosophy.
And train our intellects to vain delight. Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
most vain, That is, To live and study here three years. Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pair: As, painfully to pore upon a book, [while. This article, my liege, yourself must break;
To seek the light of truth; while truth the For, well you know, here comes in embassy Doth falsely* blind the eyesight of his look: The French king's daughter, with yourself to Light, seeking light, doth light of light be
speak, guile :
A maid of grace, and complete majesty, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, About surrender-up of Aquitain Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: Study me how to please the eye indeed, Therefore this article is made in vain, By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, King. What say you, lords ? why, this was And give him light that was it blinded by.
quite forgot. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
Biron. So study evermore is overshot; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy While it doth study to have what it would, looks;
It doth forget to do the thing it should: Small have continual plodders ever won, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
Save base authority from others' books. 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, King. We must, of force, dispense with this That give a name to every fixed star,
decree; Have no more profit of their shining nights, She must lie* here on mere necessity. Than those that walk, and wot not what Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn they are.
[fame; Three thousand times within this three Too much to know, is to know nought but years' space : And every godfather can give a name. For every man with his affects is born; King. How well he's read, to reason against | Not by might master'd, but by special grace: reading!
If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all goodpro-11 am forsworn on mere necessity. ceeding!
So to the laws at large I write my name : Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow
(Subscribes. the weeding.
And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Biron. The spring is near, when green geese Stands in attainder of eternal shame: are a breeding.
Suggestionst are to others, as to me; Dum. How follows that?
But, I believe, although I seem so loath, Biron. Fit in his place and time.
I am the last that will last keep his oath. Dum. In reason nothing.
But is there no quickt recreation granted ? Biron. Something then in rhyme.
King. Ay, that there is : our court, your Long. Biron is like an envious sneapingt know, is haunted frost,
With a refined traveller of Spain ; That bites the first-born infants of the spring. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: summer boast,
One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Before the birds have any cause to sing? Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Why should I joy in an abortive birth? A man of complements, whom right and wrong At Christmas I no more desire a rose (shows ;I ) Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: Than wish a snow in May's new fangled This child of fancy, that Armado hight, But like of each thing that in season grows. ) For interim to our studies, shall relate, So you, to study now it is too late,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knight Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. From tawny Spain, lost in the world's deKing. Well, set you out: go home, Biron;
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to But, I protest, I love to hear him lie, stay with you:
And I will use him for my minstrelsy. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore, Long, Costard, the swain, and he, shall be And bide the penance of each three years' day.
our sport; Give me the paper, let me read the same; And, so to study, three years is but short. And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. ( King. How well this yielding rescues thee
Enter Dull, with a letter, and COSTARD. from shame!
Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. [Reads] Item, That no woman shall
Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? come within a mile of my court.
Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, And hath this been proclaim'd?
for I am his grace's tharborough :// but I would Long. Four days ago.
see his own person in flesh and blood. Biron. Let's see the penalty.
Biron. This is he. [Reads]-On pain of losing her tongue.
Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you. Who devis'd this?
There's villany abroad; this letter will tell Long. Marry, that did I.
you more. Biron. Sweet lord, and why?
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touchLong. To fright them hence with that dreadling me. penalty.
| King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope
[Reads] Item, If any man be seen to talk' in God for high words. with a woman within the term of three years, he Long. A high hope for a low having: God shall endure such public shame as the rest of the grant us patience! court can possibly devise. * Dishoncstly, treacherously.
Resido. Temptations. Lively, sprightly.
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?
Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am AntoLong. To hear meekly, Sir, and to laugh ny Dull. moderately; or to forbear both.
King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the style shall give called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid us cause to climb to the merriness.
swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devowith the manner.*
ted and heart-burning heat of duty, Biron. In what manner?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Cost. In manner and form following, Sir; all Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, those three : I was seen with her in the manor but the best that ever I heard. house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken 1 King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, following her into the park; which, put toge- what say you to this? ther, is, in manner and form following. Now, Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. Sir, for the manner,-itis the manner of a man to King. Did you hear the proclamation ? speak to a woman: for the form,-in some form. Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but Biron. For the following, Sir?
little of the marking of it. Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonAnd God defend the right!
ment, to be taken with a wench. King. Will you hear this letter with atten Cost. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken tion?
with a damosel. Biron. As we would hear an oracle.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken Cost. This was no damosel neither, Sir; she after the flesh.
was a virgin. King. [Reads. Great deputy, the welkin's King. It is so varied too; for it was proricegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my claimed, virgin. sout's earth'. God, and body's fostering patron,- Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
taken with a maid. King. So it is,
King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir. Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir. is, in telling true, but so, so.
King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; King. Peace.
You shall fast a week with bran and water. Cost.-be to me, and every man that dares Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton not fight!
and porridge. King. No words.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. Cosi. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you. -My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.
King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured And go we, lords, to put in practice that melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing. Which each to other hath so strongly humour to the most wholesome physic of thy
sworn.health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, be- (Exeunt KinG, LONGAVILLE, and Domain. took myself to walk. The time when? About Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds hat,
(scorn.best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment These oaths and laws will prove an idle which is called supper. So much for the timc Sirrah, come on. when: Now for the ground which; which, I mean, Cost. I suffer for the truth, Sir: for true.it I walked upon : it is ycleped thy park. Then for is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetthe place where; where, I mean, I did encounter ta is a true girl; and therefore, Welcome the that obscene and most preposterous event, that sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day draweth from my snow white pen the ebon-coloured smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest,
(Exeunt. or seest : But to the place, where,- It standeth
SCENE II.-Another part of the same.-ARnorth-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see
MADO's House. that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy
Enter Armado and Mota. mirth,
i Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of Cost. Me.
Igreat spirit grows melancholy? King. --that unletter'd small-knowing soul, Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad. Cost. Me.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same King. -that shallow vassal,
thing, dear imp. Cost. Still me.
Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no. King. - which, as I remember, hight Costard, !
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and me. Cost. O me!
| lancholy, my tender juvenal?* King. --sorted and consorted, contrary to thy Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the established proclaimed edict and continent canon, working, my tough senior. south-with, with—but with this I passion to
Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? say wherewith.
Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juCost. With a wench.
venal? King.-with a child of our grandmother Eve, Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a cona female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, gruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young 4 roman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty days, which we may nominate tender. pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertameed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, nent title to your old time, which we may Antony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, name tough. bearing, and estimation.
I Ari. Pretty, and apt. * In the fact Int. B
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