Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow ; Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Air, would I might triumph so!

Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you,
But alack, my hand is sworn,

I, that am honest; 1, that hold it sin
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : To break the vow I am engaged in;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ;

I am betrayed, by keeping company
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

With moon-like men, of strange inconstancy.
Do not call it sin in me,

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ?
That I am forsworn for thee : Or groan for Joan? or spend a minute's time
Thou for whom even Jove would swear, In pruning: me? When shall you hear that I
Juno but an Ethiop were ;

Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
And deny himself for Jove,

A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
Turning mortal for thy love.-

A leg, a limb?--
This will I send ; and something else more plain, King

Soft; Whither away so fast? That shall express my true love's fasting pain. A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go. Were lovers too! M, to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain (advancing.) thy love is far from King. What present hast thou there? charity,

Cost. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir’st society:

King

What makes treason here? You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.

King.

If it mar nothing neither, King. Come, sir, (advancing.) you blush; as The treason, and you, go in peace away together. his your case is such ;

Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read; You chide at him, offending twice as much : Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. You do not love Maria; Longaville

King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter. Did nover sonnet for her sake compile;

Where hadst thou it? Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart

Jaq. Of Costard. His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.

King. Where hadst thou it? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion;

thou tear it? Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs Ah me! says one ; Ó Jove! the other cries;

not fear it. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradise break faith and troth;

let's hear it.

(To Long Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.

[Picks up the pieces. [To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead (To CosWhat will Biron say, when that he shall hear

tard.) you were born to do me shame.A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit? King. What? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For all the wealth that ever I did see,

make up the mess : I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my liege, and I,

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me : o, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

(Descends from the tree. Dum. Now the number is even. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove

Biron.

True, true; we are four :These worms for loving, that art most in love?

Will these turtles be gone? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears,

King.

Hence, sirs ; away. There is no certain princess that appears :

Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the trai. You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing;

tors stay. (Exeunt Cost. and Jag. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonnetting.

Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us emBut are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

brace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king your mote did see ; || The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face ; But I a beam do find in each of three.

Young blood will not obey an old decree : O, what a scene of foolery I have seen,

We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen !! Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn, O me, with what strict patience have I sat,

King. What, did these rent lines show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!

love of thine? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,

Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the And profound Solomon to tune a jigy,

heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,

That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And critica Timon laugh at idle toys!

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy grief, ő tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? And where my liege's? all about the breast :- What peremptory eagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho!

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.

That is not blinded by her majesty?

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee (1) Grief. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself.

My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-soine flattery for this
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light.

evil.
Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Long. O, some authority how to proceed;

O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty

Dum. Some salve for perjury. Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek;

Biron.

O, 'tis more than need!
Where several worthies make one dignity; Have at you then, affection's men ai arms :
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth | Consider, what you first did swear unto;-
seek.

To fast, -to study,--and to see no woman ;-
Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,- Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.

Fie, painted rhetoric ! O, she needs it not : Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young ;
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; And abstinence engenders maladies.
She passes praise ; then praise too short doth || And where that you have vow'd to study, lords,
blot.

In that each of you hath forsworn bis book :
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ?

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye : For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, Have found the ground of study's excellence,

And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. Without the beauty of a woman's face?
O, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. They are the ground, the books, the académes,
Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
A wife of such wood were felicity.

Why, universal plodding prisons up 0, who can give an oath? where is a book ? The nimble spirits in the arteries ;

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, As motion, and long-during action, tires
If that she learn not of her eye to look :

The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
No face is fair, that is not full so black. Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, || You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; And study too, the causer of your vow :
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. For where is any author in the world,
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
of light.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
O, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, And where we are, our learning likewise i1.

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
Should ravish doters with a false aspect; Do we not likewise see our learning there?

And therefore is she born to make black fair. O, we have made a vow to study, Iords ; Her favour turns the fashion of the days;

And in that vow we have forsworn our books ; For native blood is counted painting now; For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, In leaden contemplation, have found out

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with? black.

Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted | And therefore finding barren practisers, bright.

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, crack.

Lives not alone immured in the brain ; Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is But with the motion of all elements, light.

Courses as swift as thought in every power ; Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, || And gives to every power a double power,

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. || Above their functions and their offices.
King. 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
you plain,

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
Biron. I'll prove her sair, or talk till dooms-day || When the suspicious head of theft is stoppd;
bere.

Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, King. No devil will fright thee then so much as Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; she.

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. For valour, is not love a Hercules,
Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
face see.

(Showing his shoe. Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine | As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; eyes,

And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward Never durst poet touch a pen to write,
lies

Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; The street should see as she walk'd over||o, then his lines would ravish savage ears, head.

And plant in tyrants mild humility.
King. But what of this? Are we not all in love? || From women's eyes this doctrine I derive :
Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all for- They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ;

They are the books, the arts, the académes, King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, That show, contain, and nourish all the world ; now prove

Else, none at all in aught proves excellent:
Our loving lawsul, and our faith not torni. Then fools you were these women to forswear;

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
(1) Law-chicane.

For wisdoin's sake, a word ihat all men lore;

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Sworn.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

Scene I.

no corn,

Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; Hol. Bone?

-bone, for benè : Priscian a little
Or for men's sake, the authors of these women; scratch'd ; 'twill serve.
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men;
Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,

Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths : Nath. Videsne quis venit?
It is religion to be thus forsworn :

Hol. Video, et gaudeo.
For charity itself fulfils the law;

Arm. Chirra!

(To Moth. And who can sever love from charity?

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah ? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. field!

Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Moth. They have been at a great feast of lanlords ;

guages, and stolen the scraps. (To Costard aside. Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket In conflict that you get the sun of them.

of words! I marvel, thy master bath not eaten Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by : thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier

King. And win them too: therefore let us devise swallowed than a flap-dragon.6 Some entertainment for them in their tents.

Moth. Peace; the peal begins. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them Arm. Monsieur, [To Hol.) are you not letter'd? thither;

Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook :
Then, homeward every man attach the hand What is a, b, spelt backward, with a horn on his
Of his fair mistress : in the afternoon

head?
We will with some strange pastime solace them, Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
Such as the shortness of the time can shape; Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-You
For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,

hear his learning
Fore-run fair love, strewing her way with flowers. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you re-
That will be time, and may by us be fitted. peat them; or the fifth, if I.
Biron. Allons! Allons-Sow'd cockle reap'd Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.-

Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it;
And justice always whirls in equal measure :

0, 0.
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterra-
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. neum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit: snip,

[Exeunt. snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect :

true wit

Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which

is wit-old. ACT V.

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ?

Moth. Horns. SCENE I.--Another part of the same. Enter

Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dul).

thy gig. Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons' || will whip about your infamy circùm circà; A gig at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleas- of a cuckold's horn! ant without scurrility, witty without affection,2 Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, audacious without impudency, learned without thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, opinion, and strange without heresy. I did con-| there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, verse this quondam day with a companion of thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased, that Don Adriano de Armado.

thou wert but my bastard! what a joyful father Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour would'st thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed,|| dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say. his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his

gene- Hol. Ó, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unral behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical.3 || guem. He is too picked, 4 too spruce, too affected, too odd, Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. the charge-houses on the top of the mountain ?

(Takes out his table-book. Hol. Or, mons, the hill. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity

Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Hol. I do, sans question. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-de- Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure vises companions; such rackers of orthography, as and affection, to congratulate the princess at her to speak, dout, fine, when he should say doubt ;| pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t ; || rude multitude call the afternoon. not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous neighbour, vocatur, nebour; neigh, abbreviated, sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afne : This is abhominable (which he would call ternoon : the word is well cullid, chose; sweet abominable,) insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne in- and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. telligis domine? to make frantic, lunatic.

Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :(1) Discourses. (2) Affectation.

(6) A small inflammable substance, swallowed (3) Boastful. (4) Over-dressed. in a glass of wine. (5) Finical exactness.

(7) A hit. (8) Free-school.

your sister.

out.

For what is inward' between us, let it pass :- I do Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-I beseech

rhyme thee, apparel thy head; and among other importu- | As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, nate and most serious designs,—and of great im- Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; port, indeed, too ;--but let that pass :—for I must That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) Ros. That was the way to make his god-head sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with

wax ;6 his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement,2|| For he hath been five thousand years a boy. with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that pass. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; seen the world : but let that pass. — The very all of || And so she died: had she been light, like you, all is,-but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,-|Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, that the king would have me present the princess, She might have been a grandam ere she died : sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or And so may you ; for a light heart lives long. show, or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this understanding that the curate and your sweet self,

light word? are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you Ros. We need more light to find your meaning withal, to the end to crave your assistance.

Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;8 worthies. — Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some enter-Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. tainment of time, some show in the posterior of this Ros. Look, what you do, you do it stilli' the dark. day, to be rendered by our assistance,--the king's Kath. So do not you ; for you are a light wench. command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, Kath. You weigh me not,--O, that's, you care not none so fit as to present the nine worthies.

for me. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough

Ros. Great reason ; for, Past cure is still past care. to present them?

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant But Rosaline, you have a favour too: gentleman, Judas Maccabæus ; this swain, because Who sent it? and what is it? of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the Ros.

I would, you knew : great; the page, Hercules.

An if my face were but as fair as yours, Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity My favour were as great; be witness this. enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón : as the end of his club.

The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present I were the fairest goddess on the ground; Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. strangling a snake ; and I will have an apology for o, he hath drawn my picture in his letter ! that purpose.

Prin. Any thing like? Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the Ros. Much, in the letters ; nothing in the praise. audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules! Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. now thou crusheth the snake! that is the way to Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. make an offence gracious; though few have the Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How? let me not die your grace to do it.

debtor, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?

My red dominical, my golden letter: Hol. I will play three myself

.

O, that your face were not so full of O's! Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman !

Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?

Prin. But what was sent to you from fair DuHol. We attend.

main ? Arm. We will have, if this fadget not, an antic. Kath. Madam, this glove. I beseech you, follow.

Prin.

Did he not send you twain ? Hol. Via, good man Dull! thou hast spoken no Kath. Yes, madam ; and moreover, word all this while.

Some thousand verses of a faithful lover :
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.

Vilely compild, profound simplicity.
Dull

. l'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaplay on the tabor to the worthies, and let them

ville ; dance the hay.

The letter is too long by half a mile. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away. Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in

(Exeunt.

heart,

The chain were longer, and the letter short? SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Be

Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never fore the Princess's Pavilion. Enter the Prin

part. cess, Katharine, Rosaline, and Maria.

Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be richere we depart, Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. If fairings come thus plentifully in :

That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. A lady wall'd about with diamonds

O, that I knew he were but in by the week! Look you, what I have from the loving king. How would I make him fawn, and beg, and seek, Ros. madam, came nothing else along with that? || And wait the season, and observe the times,

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; (1) Confidential (2) Beard. (3) Chick. (4) Suit. (5) Courage.

(6) Grow !7) Formerly a term of endearment. (8) In anger.

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And shape his service wholly to my behests ; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
And make him proud to make me proud that jests! And then the king will court thee for his dear;
So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ;
That he should be my fool, and I his fate. So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are and change you favours too; so shall your loves
catch'd,

Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
As wit turn'd fool : folly, in wisdom hatch’d, Ros. Come on then ; wear the favours most in sight.
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs :
Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such They do it but in mocking merriment;
excess,

And mock for mock is only my intent.
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Their several counsels they unbosom shall
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Upon the next occasion that we meet,
Since all the power thereof it doth apply, With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't!

Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot: Enter Boyet.

Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's her grace?

heart, Prin. Thy news, Boyet?

And quite divorce his memory from his part. Boyet.

Prepare, madam, prepare ! Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, Arm, wenches, arm; encounters mounted are The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Against your peace : Love doth approach disguis'd, There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; Arm'd in arguments ; you'll be surpris'd: To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Muster your wits ; stand in your own defence ; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly bence. And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid ! 'What are

[Trumpets sound within. they,

Boyet. The trumpet 'sounds; be mask'd, the That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

maskers come. [The ladies mask. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, I thought to close mine eyes soine half an hour:

Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain,

in Russian habils, and masked ; Moth, musiWhen, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest, Toward that shade I might behold addrest

cians, and attendants. The king and his companions: warily

Moth. All hail! the richest beauties on the earth! I stole into a neighbour thicket by,

Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffata. And overheard what you shall overhear;

Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.

(The ladies turn their backs to him. Their herald is a pretty knavish page,

That ever turn'd their backs-to mortal views !
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Moth. Thatever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!

Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : Out-
And ever and anon they made a doubt,

Boyet. True ; out, indeed.
Presence majestical would put him out:

Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;

vouchsafe Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. Not to behold The boy replied, An angel is not evil;

Biron. Once to behold, rogue. I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the eyes ---with your sun-beamed eyesshoulder;

Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ; Making the bold wag by their praises holder. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and Heer'd, and swore, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings A better speech was never spoke before : Another, with his finger and his thumb,

Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come:

rogue. The third he caper'd, and cried, All goes well : Ros. What would these strangers ? know their The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.

minds, Boyet : With that, they all did tumble on the ground, If they do speak our language, 'tis our will With such a zealous laughter, so profound, That some plain man recount their purposes : That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

Know what they would. To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Boyet. What would you with the princess ?

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Boyet. 'They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,-

Ros. What would they, say they? Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Their parpose is, to parle, to court, and dance : Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be And every one his love-feat will advance

gone. Unto his several mistress ; which they'll know Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone. By favours several, which they did bestow. King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be To tread a measure with you on this

grass.

Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;

a mile, And not a man of them shall have the grace, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Despite of suit, to see a lady': face.

Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches

me out.

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