sess.

This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve ; Ros. But that you take what doth to you be Had le been Adam, be bad tempted Eve :

long, He can carve too, and lisp : Why, this is he, It were a fault to snatcb words from my tongue. That, kiss'd away bis band in courtesy :

Biron, Oh! I am your's, and all that I posThis is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, That when he plays at tables, chides the dice Ros. All the fool mine ? In honourable terms; nay, he can sing

Biron. I cannot give you less. A mean • most meanly; and, in ushering,

Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you Mend him who can : the ladies call him, sweet ;

wore ? The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet : Biron. Where? when ? what visor? why de. This is the flower that smiles on every one,

mand you this ? To show his teeth as white as whales' bone : + Ros. There, iben, that visor ; that superfluous Avd consciences, that will not die iu debt,

case, Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. That bid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my King. We are descried : they mock us now beart,

downright. That put Armado's page out of his part !

Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest.

Prin. Amaz'd, my lord? why looks your Enter the PRINCESS, ushered by Boyet ; Rosa

highness sad 1 LINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, and Attendants.

Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon ! Biron. See where comes !-- Bebaviour,

Why look you pale ? what wert thou,

Sea-sick, I think, cotning from Muscovy. Till this mau sbow'd thee? and what art thou Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for Dow?

perjury. King. All bail, sweet madam, and fair time Can any face of brass hold longer out ? of day!

Here stand lady; dart thy skill at me ; King. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Bruise me with scorn, confound me with King. Construe my speeches better, if you

a fout : may.

Thrust thy sbarp wit quite through my igno Prin. Then wisb me better, I will give you

rance ; leave.

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; King. We came to visit you; and purpose and I will wish thee never more to dance,

Nor never more in Russian babit wait. To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it Oh! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, then.

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Prin. This field snall bold me: and so hold Nor never come in visor to my friend; . your vow ;

Nur woo in rbyme, like a blind harper's Nor God, nor 1, delight in perjur'd men.

song : King. Rebuke me not for that which you Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, provoke ;

Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Figures pedantical ; these summer-fies Prin. You nick name virtue; vice you should Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : have spoke ;

I do forswear them : and I here protest, For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. By this white glove, (how white the band, Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

God knows !) As the unsullied lily, I protest,

Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd A world of torments though I should endure, In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :

I would not yield to be your house's guest : And, to begin, wench,-50 God help me, la !So much I hate a breaking-cause to be

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or tlaw, of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.

Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you. King. O you bave liv'd in desolation bere, Biron. Yet I have a trick

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick; Prin. Not so, my lord ; it is aot so, I swear : l'll leave it by degrees. Soll, let us see ;We have had pastimes bere, and pleasant Write, Lord have mercy on us, on

those game ;

tbree ; A mess of Russians left us but of late.

They are infected, in their hearts i lies ; King. How, madam ? Russians ?

"They bave the plegue, and caught it of your Prin. Ay, in truth, my lord ;

eyes : Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

These lords are visited ; you are not free, Ros. Madam, speak true :- 10 is uot so, my For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. lord:

Prin. No, they are free, that gave these My lady, (to the manner of the days, t)

tokens to us. In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.

Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to unWe four, indeed, confronted here with four

do ns. In Russian habit; here they stay'd an hour, Ros. It is not so ; For how can this be true, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, Toat you stand forfeit, being those that sue ? They did not bless us with one happy word, Biron. Peace ; for i will not have to do with I dare not call them fools ; but this I think,

you. When they are thirsty, fools would fain' have Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. drink.

Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Biron. This jest is dry to me-Fair, gentle

end. sweet,

King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Your wit makes wise things foolish : when we

transgression greet

Some fair excuse. With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye,

Prin. The fairest is confession. By light we lose light : Your capacity

Were you not here, but even now disguis'd ? Is of that pature, that to your huge store

King. Madam, I was. Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but Prin. And were you well advis'd ? poor.

King. I was, fair' madam. Ros. This proves you wise and rich ; for in Prin. When you then were here, my eye,

What did you whisper in your lady's ear? Biron. i ain a foot, and full of poverty, King. That more than all the world I did re.

spect her. • The tenor in music. The tooth of the horse-wbale. After the fashion of the times.

• Mistress

Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will Biron. By Jove, I always took toree threes for reject her.

nine. King. Upon mine honour, no.

Cost. O Lord, Sir, it were pity you should get Prin. Peace, peace, forbear ;

your living by reckoning, Sir. Your oath once broke, you force • not to for- Biron. How much is it? swear.

Cost. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves, the King. Despise me, when I break this oath of actors, Sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount : mine.

for my own part, ! am, as they say, but to par. Prin. I will ; and therefore keep it :-Rosa- fect one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion line,

the great, Sir. What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Biron. Art thou one of the wortbies ? Ros, Madam, he swore, that he did bold me (ost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of dear

Pompion the great ; for mine own part, I know As precious eye-sight; and did valne me not the degree of the worthy ; but I ain to stand Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, for him. That be would wed me, or else die my lover. Biron. Go, bid them prepare. Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir; we will lord

take some care. (Exit COSTARD. Most honourably doth uphold bis word.

King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, approach. my troth,

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and I never swore this lady such an oath.

'tis some policy Ros. By beaven, you did ; and to confirm it to have one show worse than the king's and bis plain,

company You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again.

King. I say they sball not come. King. My faith, and this, the priucess I did Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule give ;

you now; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

That sport best pleases, that doth least know Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she

how : wear ;

Where zeal strives to content, and the contents And lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear :- Die in the zeal of them which it presents, What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? Their form confounded makes most form in Biron. Neither of either; i remit both twain.

mirth; I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent, When great things labouring perish in their (Knowing aforeband of our merriment,)

birth. To dash it like a Christmas comedy :

Biron. A right description of our sport, my Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight

lord.
zany, 1
Some numble-news, some trencher-knight, some

Enter ARMADO.
Dick,-

Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of That smiles bis cheek in years; and knows the thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of trick

words. To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, - (ARMADO converses with the King, and Told our intents before : which once disclos d,

delivers him a paper.)
Tbe ladies did change favours; and then we, Prin. Doth this man serve God
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Biron. Why ask you ?
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,

Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's We are again fırsworn; in will, and error.

making. Much upon this it is :- And might not you, Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey

(TÓ BOYET. monarch ; for, I protest, the schoolmaster is ex Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? ceeding fantastical ; too, too vain ; too, too vain : Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della

And laugh upon the apple of her eye ? guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most And stand between her back, Sir, and the fire, royal couplement 1

(Exit ARMADO. Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?

King. Here is like to be a good presence of You put our page out : Go, you are allow'd ; worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Die when you will, a smock shall be your swain, Pompey' the great ; the parish curate, shrowd.

Alexander ; Armado's page, Hercules ; the pe. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, dant, Judas Maccabæus. Wounds like a leaden sword.

And if these four worthies in their first show Boyet. Full merrily

thrive, Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. These four will change babits, and present the Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace ; I

other five.
have done.

Biron. There is five in the first show.
Enter COSTARD.

King. You are deceiv'd 'tis not so.

Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgeWelcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. priest, the fool, and the boy :Cost. Ó Lord, Sir, they would know,

Abate a throw at novum ; . and the whole worla Whether the three worthies shall come in, or

again, no.

Cannot prick + out five such, take each one in Biron. What, are there but three ?

bis vein. Cost. No, Sir; but it is vara tine,

King. The ship is under sail, and here she For every one persents three.

comes amain. Biron. And three times thrice is nine.

(Seats brought for the KING, PRINCost. Not so, Sir ; under correction, Sir ; 1

CESS, &c. hope, it is not so : You cancot beg us, Sir, I can assure you, Sir; Pageant of the nine Worthies.

we know what we know: I hope, Sir, three times thrice, Sir,

Enter COSTARD arm'd for Pompey. Biron. Is not pine.

Cost. I Pompey am, Cost. Under correction, Sir, we kpow wbere- Boyet. You lie, you are not be. until it doth amount.

Cost, I Pompey am,

Boyet. With libbard's head on knee • Make no difficulty.

+ Conspiracy. Buttoon.

Rule.
• A rame with dice.

+ Pack out

Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs Biron. Because thou hast no face. be friends with thee.

Ho!. What is this? Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Boyet. A cittern head. big,

Dum. The head of a bodkin. Dum. The great.

Biron. A death's face in a ring. Cost. It is great, Sir ;-Pompey surnam'd Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce the great

seen. That oft in field with targe and shield, did Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion, make my foe to sweat :

Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask." And, travelling along this coast, I here am Biron. St. George's balf-cheek in a broocb. t come by chance ;

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothlass of France.

drawer: If your ladysbip would say, Thanks, Pompey, And now, forward ; for we have put thee in had done.

countenance. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Hol. You have put me out of countevance. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I Biron. False ; we have given thee faces. was perfect : I made a little fault in, great. Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

Biron. My hat to a halfpevny, Pompey proves Biron. Au thou wert a lion, we would do so. the best worthy.

Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let biin go.

And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for Alexander.

stay 7 Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was

Dum. For the latter end of bis Dame. the world's commander :

Biron. For the ass to the Jude ; give him;By east, west, north, and south, I spread my

Jud-as, away. conquering might :

(ander. Hol. This is not generous, bot gentle, not My 'scutcheon pluin declares, that I am Alis.

humble. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas; grows it stands too right.

dark, he may stumble. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, bow bath he tender-selling knight.

been baited! Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd ; Proceed, good Alexander.

Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the Biron. Hide thy head, Acbilles ; here comes tvor!d's commander

Hector in arms. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, Alisander.

I will now be merry. Biron. Pompey the great.

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of Cost. Your servant, and Costard.

this. Riron. Take away the conqueror, take away Boyct. But is this Hector ? Alisander.

Dum. I think, Hector was not so cleanCost. Sir, (To Nath.) you have over- timber'd. browu Alisander the conqueror! You will be Long. His leg is too big for Hector. scraped out of the painted cloth for this : your Dum. More calf, certain. lion, that holds bis poll-ax sitting on a close- Boyet. No; be is best indued in the small. stool, will be given to A-jax : he will be the vintb Biron. This cannot be Hector. worthy. A conqueror, and afеard to speak ! run Dum. He's a god or a painter : for he makes away for shame, Alisander. (Natu. retires.) faces. There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man; Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances I the au honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He almighty, is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth; and a Gave Hector a gift, very good bowler: but, for Alisander, alas, you Dum. A gilt nutmeg. see, how 'tis ;-a little o'erparted :-- But there Biron. A lemon. are worthles a coming will speak their mind in Long. Stuck with cloves. some other sort.

Dum. No, cloven. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Arm. Peace. Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and

The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighly, Moth armed, for Hercules.

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;

A man so breath'd, that certain he would Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this fight, yea, imp,

From morn till night, out of his pavalion. Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three. I am that flower,headed canus !

Dum. That mint. And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Long. That columbine. Thus did he strangle serpents in his Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. manus:

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

runs against Hector. Ergo, I come with this apology.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Keep some state in thy erit, and vanish,

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten ;

(Exit Moth. sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : Hol. Judas I am,

when be breath'd, he was a man-- But I will for. Dum. A Judas!

ward with my device : Sweet royalty, to the Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir.

PRINCESS.) bestow on me the sense of hearing. Judas I am, ycleped Machabaus.

(BIRON whispers COSTARD. Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judus. Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art tbon

delighted. prov'd Judas ?

Arm, I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Hol. Judas I am,

Boyet. Loves ber by the foot. Dum. The more sbame for you, Judas.

Dum. He may not by the yard. Hol. What mean you, Sir ?

Arm. This Hector jar surmounted Hanni. Boyet. To make Judas bang himself.

bal,Hol Begin, Sir ; you are my elder. Biron. Well follow'd : Judas was bang'd on

• A soldier's powder-horn. an elder.

+ An ornamental buckle for fastening hal-havdo, do Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

• Lance-eu.

732
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

Act V.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
is gone ; she is two months on her way.

The holy shit which fain it would convince ; Arm. What ineanest thou ?

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it the poor wench is cast away : she's quick ; the From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends child brags in ber belly already ; 'tis yours. Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, (lost, Arm. Dost thou juramonize me among po. As to rejoice at friends but newly found. teptates ? thou shalt die.

P7 I understand you not; my griefs are Cost. Then shall Hector be shipp'd, for Ja.

double. quenetta that is quick by bim; and bang'd, for Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear Pompey that is dead by him.

of grief ;Dum. Most rare Pompey!

And by these badges understand the king. Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Biron. Greater than greal, great, great, great Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty,ladies, Pompey, Pompey the huge!

Hath much deforin'd us, fashioning our bumours Dum. Hector trembles.

Even to the opposed end of our intents : Biron. Pompey is mov'd :- More Ates, more And what in us bath seem'd ridiculous,-Ates ; stir them on! stir them on !

As love is full of unbefitting strains : Dum. Hector will challenge bin.

All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain : Biron. Ay, if he bave no more man's blood Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, in's belly than will sup a flea.

Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Varying in sabjects as the eye doth roll

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a nor- To every varied object in his glauce : thern man ; + I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword. - Which party.coated presence of loose love I pray you let me borrow my arms again. Put ou by us, if, in your beavenly eyes,

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Have misbecoin'd our oaths and gravities,
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Suggested us to make ; Therefore, ladies, Moth. Master, let me take you a button-bole Our love being your's, the error that love makes lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Is likewise your's : we to ourselves prove false, the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your By being once false for ever to be true reputation.

To those that inake us both,-fair ladies, you : Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardop me; I And even that falsehood, in itself a sin will not combat in my shirt.

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey bath Prin. We have receiv'd your letters follo made the challenge.

love ; Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will, Your favours, the ambassadors of love ; Biron. What reason bave you for't ?

And, in our maiden council, rated them Arm. The vaked truth of it is, I have no At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, shirt; I go woolward t for penance.

As bombast, and as liming to the tinie : Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome But more devout than this, in our respects, for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he Have we not been ; and therefore met your wore none, but a disb-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and

loves that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour. To their own fashion, like a merriment. Enter MERCADE.

Dum. Our letters, madamn, show'd much

more than jest. Mer. God save you, madam!

Long. So did our looks. Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;

Ros. We did not quote + them so. But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour
Mier. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I Grant us your loves.
bring,

Prin. A time methinks, too short
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- To make a world-without-end bargain in ;
Prin. Dead, for my life.

No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much
Mer. Even so ; my tale is told.

Full of dear guiltiness : and, therefore this, Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to If for my love (as there is no such cause) cloud.

You will do aught, this shall you do for me :
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
breath : I bave seen the day of wrong through to some forlorn and naked hermitage,
the little hole of discretion, and I will right Remote from all the pieasures of the world;
myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
King. How fares your majesty ?

Have brought about their annual reckoning :
Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. If this austere insociable life
King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, stay. Change not your offer inade in heat of blood :
Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious of frosts, and fasls, hard lodging, and thin
lords,

weeds, 1
For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of our love,
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe But that it bear this trial, and last love ;
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Then, at the expiration of the year,
The liberal 5 opposition of our spirits :

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
If over-boldly we bave porne ourselves

And, by this virgin palm, now kiesing thine,
In the converse of breath, your gentleness I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut
Was guilty of it.–Farewell, worthy lord ! My woeful self 'op in a mourning house ;
A heavy heart bears not an humble tougue : Raining the tears of lamentation,
Excuse me so, coming so short of tbanks, For the remembrance of my father's death.
For my great suit so easily obtain's,

If this thou do deny, let our hands part; King. The extreme parts of time extremely Neither intitled in the other's heart. form

King. If this, or more than this, I would deny All causes to the purpose of his speed ;

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, And often, at his very loose, decides

The sudden band of death close up miue eye! That wbich long process could not arbitrate : Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. And though the mourning brow of progeny Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what

to me? • Ate was the goddess of discord, A clown. & Clothed in wool, without linen. • Temited.

+ Regard. Free to excess.

i Clothing

.

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are King. Come, Sir, it wants a twelvemonth and rank;

a day, You are attaint with faulls and perjury ;

And then 'twill end. Therefore if you my favour mean to get,

Biron. Tbat's too long for a play.
A twelvemonth sball you spend, and never rest,

Enter ARMADO.
But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum. But to woat to me, my love ? but wbat Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-
to me ?

Prin. Was not that Hector ?
Kath. A wife !-A beard, fair health, and Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
honesty;

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. leave : I am a votary ; I have vow'd to Jaque.

Dum. O shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? netta to bold the plougb for her sweet love three Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvenonth and years. But most esteemed greatness, will you a day

bear the dialogue that the two learned mea have I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? say:

it should have follow'd in tbe end of our show. Come when the king doth to my lady come, King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Tben, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Arm. Hollal approach. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.

Enter HOLOPERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn

COSTARD, and others. again.

This side is hyems, winter; this Ver, the Long. What says Maria ?

spring ; the one maintained by the owl, the Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,

other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

SONG.
Long. I'll stay with patience ; but the time is
Jong,

Spring. When dasies pied, and violets blue, Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.

And lady-smocks all silver while, Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, looks on me,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye.

Do paint the meadows with delight, What bumble suit attends thy answer there ;

The cuckoo then, on every tree, Impose some service on me for thy love.

Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Řos. Oft bave I heard of you, my lord Birón,

C'äckvo ; Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;

Unpleasing to a married ear! Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;

II. Which you ou all estates will execute, 'That lie within the mercy of your wit :

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, To weed this wormwood from your fruitful

And merry larks are ploughmen's brain ;

clocks. And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,

When turtles tread and, rooks and (Witbout the which I am not to be won,)

daws, You sball this twelvemonth term rom day to

And maidens bleach their summer day

smocks, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse

The cuckoo then, on every tree, With groaning wretches ; and your task shall

Mocks married men for thus sings he, be,

Cuckoo ; With all the fierce • endeavour of your wit,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, To enforce the pained inpotent to smile.

Unpleasing to a married ear! Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of

III. death ? It cannot be ; it is impossible :

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

And Dick the shepherd blows his Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing

nail, spirit,

And Tom bears logs into the hall, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

And milk comes frozen home in Which shallow laughing bearers give to fools :

pail. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

When® blood is nipp'd, and ways be or him that bears it, never in the tongue

foul, of him tbat makes it : then, if sickly ears,

Then nightly sings the staring owl, Deal'd with the clamour of their own dear +

To-uho; groans,

To-whit, to-who, a merry note, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,

While greasy Joan doth keel. the pot. And I will have you, and that fault witbal;

IV.
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,

When all aloud the wind doth blow. Right joyful of your reformation.

And coughing drowns the parson's Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will

saw, befal,

And birds sits brooding in the snow, M'Il jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.

And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord : and so l take my

When roasted crabs + hiss in the bowl. leave. (To the KING.

Then nightly sings the staring owl, King. No, madam : we will bring you on

To-who; your way.

To-whit, to-who, a merry note. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. play ;

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after Jack bath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy the songs of Apollo, You, that way; we, this Might well bave made our sport a comedy. way.

Exeunt. • Vehement.

Immediato.
• Cool.

Wild apples.