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Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men ; Hol. Bone ?—bone, for bene: Priscian a little
Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Nath. Videsne quis venit ? It is religion to be thus forsworn :
Hol. Video, el gaudeo. For charity itself fulfils the law;
[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 least of lano lords ;
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 hath 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 honorificabilitulinitalibus : thou art easier
King. And win them too: therefore let us devise swallowed than a flap-dragon. Soine 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 ro That will be lime, and may by us be fitted, peat them; or the fifth, if I. Biron. Allons !' Allons ! -Sow'd cocklc reap'd Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.no corn ;
Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; And justice always whirls in equal measure:
0, u. 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:
Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which ACT V.
Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ? SCENE I. Another part of the same.
Moth, Horns, Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. Hol. Thou disputest like an infant : go, whip
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; plea- of a cuckold's horn!. sant without scurrility, witty without affection, 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 the thou hall-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don discretion. o, an the heavens were so pleased, that 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. O, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for un. ral behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical." guem. He is too picked,“ 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 n i educate youth at Nath. A most singular and choice epithet, the charge-house on the top of the mountain ? (Takes out his lable-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 vise 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, trude multitude call the afternoon. not d, e, t: he clepeth a call, caul"; hall, haul; Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous neighbour, vocalur, nebour; neigh, abbreviated, sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the ne: This abhominable (which he would call afternoon: the word is well cullid, chose ; sweet abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure, intelligis 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-dresscd. in a glass of wine. 145) Finical exactness,
(7) A hit, (8) Free-school.
For what is inward' between us, let it pass :-1 dol Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-1 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 sain to seal on Cupid's name. iell 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;" his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement, 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 your sister. 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 ligh, 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 sell
, 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.
out. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;' worthics.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i’ the dark. this day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I Kath. You weigh me not, -—0, that's, you care not say, 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
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 were the fairest goddess on the ground; Hercules in minority; his enter and exil shall be I am compard 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 text B in a copy-book. make an offence gracious ; though sew have the Ros. 'Ware pencils! How ? let me not die your
debtor, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?
My red dominical, my golden letter: Hol. I will play three myself.
0, 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 fadge not, an antic. Kath. Madam, this glove. I beseech you, follow.
Did he not send you twain ? Hol. Via, good man Dull! thou has spoken no Kalh. 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. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longe play 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. Before Mar. Ay, or I would these bands might never
the Princess's Parilion. Enter the Princess, part, Kalbarine, Rosaline, and Maria.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, That same Birón I'll torture ere I go.
Ros. Thevare worse fools to purchase mocking so. If fairings come thus plentifully in : A lady walled about with diamonds !
10, 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.
Swt. (5) Courage. (6) Grow. |(7) Formerly a term of endearment, (8) In anger,
grace to do it.
And shape his service wholly to my behests; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
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 lurn’d fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Ros. Come on then; wear the favoursmost 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.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
Rus. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't !
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot :
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace ; Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. But, while 'tís 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. Tły news, Boyet ?
And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it ; and, I make no doubt,
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Muster your wils; stand in your own defence;
So shall we stay, mocking intended game; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. And they, well inock’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, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, I though to close mine eyes some half an hour :
in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, musiWhen, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
cians, and attendants. Toward that shade I might behoid addrest The king and his companions : warily
Moth. AU hail ! the richest beauties on the earth! I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. And overheard what you shall overhear;
Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, That, by and.by, disguis'd they will be here.
I'The ladies turn their backs to him. Their herald is a preity knavish page,
That ever turn'd their-backs-lo mortal views ! That well by heart haih conn'd his embassage: Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views ! Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : OulAnd 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 kint, an angel shall thou see;
voruchsafe Yet fear not thou, but speak muuaciously.
Not to behold The boy replied, An angel is nol 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 ;
Boyel. They will not answer to that epithet-; Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and feer'd, and swore, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings A better speech was never spoke before:
me out. 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, 90 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 soleinn 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 purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: Ros. Why, tha 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. task'd :
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's face.
Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, Mar. Name it.
Fair lady, — Boyel. Il, to come hither you have measur'd miles, Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord,And many miles ; the princess bids you lell, Take that for your fair lady. How many inches do fill up one mile.
Please it you,
(They converse apart. Ros.
How many weary steps, Kath. What, was your visor made without a Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
tongue ? Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Biron. Wenumber nothing that we spend for you, Kath. O, for your reason? quickly, sir; I long. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
Long. You have a double tongue within your That we may do it still without accompt.
mask, Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, And would afford my speechless visor half. That we, like savages, may worship it.
Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not veal Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
a cali? King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Long. A call, fair lady ? Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine Kath.
No, a fair lord call. (Those clouds removid,) upon our wat'ry eyne. Long. Let's part the word. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
No, I'll not be your half: Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these one change :
sharp mocks! Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Will you give horns, chaste lady ? do not so. Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it Kaih. Then die a call, before your horns do grow.
(Music plays. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Not yet ;-no dance:-thus change I like the moon. Kath. Bleat soflly then, the butcher hears you King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus
(They converse apart. estrang'd ?
Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's keen chang'u.
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have
wings, Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter chance,
things. We'll not be nice : take hands ;-we will not dance. Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off, King. Why take we hands then ?
break off. Ros.
Only to part friends : Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
wits. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.
(Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, music, King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your
and allendants. company ?
Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.-Ros. Your absence only.
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ? King.
That can never be. Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu ;
pufd out. Twice to your visor, and half once to you!
Ros. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. fat, fat, Ros. In private then.
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! King
I am best pleas'd with that. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?
(They converse aparl. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. with thee.
Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. three.
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. Biron. Nay then, two treys (an if you grow so Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : nice,)
No point, quohl: my servant straight was mute. Metherlin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice! Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; There's half a dozen sweets.
And trow you, what he call’d me?
Go, sickness as thou art! Prin.
Let it not be sweet. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteBiron. Thou griev'st my gall.
Gall? bitter. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Biron.
Therefore meet. Prin. And quick Birón hath plichted faith to me.
(They converse aparl. Kath. And Lonraville was for my service horn. Drim. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure is bark on tree. word?
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here (1) Falsify dico, lie. (2) A quibble on the French adverb of negation. (3) Better wits may be found among citizens.
In their own shapes; for it can never be,
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. They will digest this harsh indignity.
Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Prin. Will they return ?
King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; To lead you to our court : 'vouchsafe it then. And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your Therefore, change favours; and when they repair,
VOW: Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be un- King. Rebuke mé not for that which you pro
derstood. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.
have spoke; Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, For virtue's otlice never breaks men's troth. If they return in their own shapes to woo? Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Ros. Good madam, is by me you'll be advis’d,
As ihe unsullied lily, I protest, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd: A world of torments though I should endure, Let us complain to them what fools were here, I would not yield to be your house's guest; Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless, gear;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be And wonder what they were ; and to what end or heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, King. 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Should be presented at our tent to us.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear. Boyel. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; hand.
A mess of Russians lest us but of late. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. King. How, madam ? Russians ? (Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria.
Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, Ros. Madam, speak true : -- It is not so, my lord ; in their proper habits.
My lady (to the manner of the days,') King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. princess ?
We four, indeed, confronted here with four Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, Command me any service to her thither? And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one They did not bless us with one happy word. word.
I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. When they are thirsty, fools would sain have drink,
(Exit. Biron. This jest is dry to me-Fair, gentle Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons sweet, peas ;
Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet And utters it again when God doth please:
With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares
By light we lose light : Your capacity At wakes, and wassels,' meetings, markets, fairs; Is of that nature, that to your huge store And we that sell by gross," the Lord doth know, Wise things seem soolish, and rich things but poor. Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
eye,Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he,
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy;
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. That when he plays at tables, chides the dice, Ros. All the fool miné ? In honourable terms! nay, he can sing
I cannot give you less. A mean* most meanly; and, in ushering,
Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ? Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet; Biron. Where? when? what visor ? why deThe stairs, as he treads on them, kiss luis feet:
mand you this? This is the flower that smiles on every one, Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, To show his teeth as white as whale's bone:s That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. And consciences, that will not die in debt,
King. We are descried: they'll mock us now Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
downright. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. heart,
Prin. Amaz'd, my lord ? Why looks your highThat put Armado's page out of his part !
Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet; Rosaline, look you pale ? Maria, Katharine, and attendants.
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for wert thou,
perjury. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Can any face of brass hold longer out?King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of Here stand 1, lady; dart thy skill at me; day!
Bruise me with scorn,confound me with a flout; Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conccire. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ;
Cut me to pieces with thy kcen conceit; (1) Features, countenances. (2) Uncouth. Rustic merry-meetings.
(5) The tooth of the horse-whale. The tenor in music.
(6) After the fashion of the times.