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That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

stands too right. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenWhen great things labouring perish in their birth. der-smelling knight. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed,

good Alexander. Enter Armado.

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali

world's commander ;thy royalsweet breath, as willutter a brace of words. [Armado converses with the King, and delivers

sander. him a paper.

Biron. Pompey the great, Prin. Doth this man serve God ?


Your servant, and Costárd. Biron. Why ask you ?

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.

Alisander. Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey alisander the conqueror ? You will be scraped out

Cost. 0, sir, [To Nath.] you have overthrown monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain ; too, too vain :

of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool

, will be given to guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, couplement!

[Erit Armado. and afеard to speak! run away for shame, AlisanKing: Here is like to be a good presence of wor- der. (Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you; thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and Pompey, the great; the parish curate, Alexander ; soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour

, Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for AlisanMachabæus.

der, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a little o'erparted :And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, But there are worthies a coming will speak their These four will change habits, and present the mind in some other sort. other five.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Biron. There is five in the first show.

Enter Holofernes arm’d, for Judas, and Moth King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,

arm'd, for Hercules. priest, the fool, and the boy :Abate a throw at novum;i and the whole world

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed again,

canus ; Cannot pricka out five such, take each one in his vein. And, uhen he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : amain.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minority; [Seats brought for the King, Princess, &-c. Ergo, I come with this apology.

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. (Ex. Moth. Pageant of the Nine Worthies. Enter Costard Hol. Judas I am, arm’d, for Pompey.

Dum. A Judas! Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Judas I am, ycleped Machabaus. Cost. I Pompey ani,

Dum. Judus Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Boyet. With libbard's head on knce.

Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou prord Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs be Judas ? friends with thee.

Hol. Judas I am,-
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big, - Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Dim. The great.

Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
great ;

Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on my foe io sweat :

an elder. And, travelling along this coast, I here am come

Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. by chance ;

Biron. Because thou hast no face. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass

Hol. What is this? of France,

Boyet. A cittern head. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I Dim. The head of a bodkin. had done.

Biron. A death's face in a ring. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was perfect: I made a little fault in, greal.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves Dim. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.) the best worthy.

Biron. St. George's hall-cheek in a brooch.“ Enter Nathaniel arm’d, for Alexander.

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the capofatooth-drawer Nath. When in the world I liv’d, I was the And now, forward; for we have put thee in counworld's commander ;

tenance, By east, west, north, and south, I spread my con- Hol. You have put me out of countenance. quering might :

Biron. False; we have given thce faces. (!) A game with dice.

(2) Pick.

(4) An ornamental buckle for fastening hat3) A soldier's powder-horn.

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Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all. Pompey! Pompey the huge!
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Dhim. Hector trembles.

Bryel. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates,? more
And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay? Ates; stir thein on! stir them on !
Dun. For the latter end of his name.

Dum. Hector will challenge him. biron. For the ass to the Jude ; give it him :- Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's Jud-as, away,

belly than will sup a flea. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas: it grows Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern dark, he may stumble.

man;} I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword :-) pray Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been you, let me borrow my arms again. baited!

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies,

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Enter Armado arm’d, for Hector.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Hector in arms.

lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your will now be merry.

reputation. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I Boyet. But is this Hector ?

will not combat in my shirt. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath Long. His leg is too big for Hector.

made the challenge. Dunt. More call, certain.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Biron. What reason have you for't ? Biron. This cannot be Hector.

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. I go woolward“ for penance. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances' the al

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome mighty,

for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he Gare Hector a gift

wore none, but a dish-clout of Jacquenetta's; and Dum. A gilt nutmeg

that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour. Biron. A lemon.

Enter Mercade.
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Dim. No, cloven.

Mer. God save you, madam!
Arm. Peace.

Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, But that thou interrupt’st our merriment.
Gade Hector a gif, the heir of Ilion ;

Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Is heavy in my tongue... The king your father

From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Prin. Dead, for my life.
I am that flower,

Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
That mint.

Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Long.

That columbine. cloud. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath:

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs I have seen the day of wrong through the little against Hector.

hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.


(Exeunt Worthies. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten King. How fares your majesty ? sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. when he breath’d, he was a man-But I will for- King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. ward with my device: Sweet royalty, [to the Prin- Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious cess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.

lords, [Biron whispers Costard. For all your fáir endeavours; and entreat, Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de-Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe lighted.

In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. The liberals opposition of our spirits : Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves Dim. He may not by the yard.

In the converse of breath, your gentleness Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,- Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord !

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: gone; she is two months on her way.

Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Arm. What meanest thou ?

For my great suit so easily obtain'd. Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, King. The extreme parts of time extremely form ine poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the All causes to the purpose of his speed; child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. And often, at his very loose, decides Arn. Dost thou infamonize me among poten- That which long process could not arbitrate : tates? thou shalt die.

And though the mourning brow of progeny Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp’d, for Jacque- Forbid the smiling, courtesy of love, netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pom- The holy suit which fain it would convince; pey that is dead by him.

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Let'not the cloud of sorrow justle it Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost, Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, (1) Lance-men.

(3) A clown. (4) Clothed in wool, without linen. (2) Até was the goddess of discord.

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As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Biron. And what to me, my love? and what Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are to me? double.

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear You are attaint with faults and perjury; of grief ;

Therefore, if you my favour mean io get, And by these badges understand the king. A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, But seek the weary beds of people sick. Play'd soul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me! Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Kath. A wise!-A beard, fair health, and hoEven to the opposed end of our intents :

nesty; And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

With three-fold love I wish you all these three. As love is full of unbefitting strains ;

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemonth and a Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye

day Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

Come when the king doth to my lady come, To every varied object in his glance:

Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Which party-coated presence of loose love Dim. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,

Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,

Long. What says Maria? Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, Suggested' us to make : Therefore, ladies, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Our love being yours, the error that love makes Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,

long: By being once false for ever to be true

Mar. The liker you; sew taller are so young. To those that make us both :-fair ladies, you: Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me, And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

What humble suit attends thy answer there; Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; Impose some service on me for thy love. Your favours the embassadors of love;

kos. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, And, in our maiden council, rated them

Before I saw you: and the world's large tongue Al courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ; As bombast, and as lining to the time:

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ;
But more devout than this, in our respects, Which you on all estates will execute,
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves That lie within the mercy of your wit:
h their own fashion, like a merriment.

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, than jest.

|(Without the which I am not to be won,) Long. So did our looks.

You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Ros.

We did not quote them so. Visit the speechless sick, and still converse King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, Grant us your loves.

With all the fierce* endeavour of your wit, Prin.

A time, methinks, too short To enforce the pained impotent to smile. To make a world-without-end' bargain in : Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,

death? Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore, this,- It cannot be; it is impossible: If for my love (as there is no such cause) Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : Remote from all the pleasures of the world; A jest's prosperity lies in the ear There stay until the twelve celestial signs of him that hears it, never in the tongue Have brought about their annual reckoning; Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, If this austere insociable life

Deal'd with the clamours of their own dcars Change not your offer made in heat of blood;

groans, If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

And I will have you, and that fault withal; But that it bear this trial, and last love:

But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, Then, at the expiration of the year,

And I shall find you empty of that fault, Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Right joyful of your reformation. And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befall what will I will be thine ; and till that instant, shut

befall, My woful self up in a mourning house ;

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Raining the tears of lamentation,

Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take or For the remembrance of my father's death.


[To the Kin. If this thou do deny, let our hands part;

King. No, madam: we will bring you on your Neither intilled in the other's heart.

way. King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play:

To Aatter up these powers of mine with rest, Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Might well have made our sport a comedy.

Hence even then my heart is in thy breast. King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a (1) Tempted.

(2) Regard. 13) Clothing (4) Vehement.

(5) Immediale.



And then 'twill end.

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
That's too long for a play.

Unpleasing to a married ear?
Enter Armado.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-

Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, Prin. Was not that Hector ?

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, Drem. The worthy knight of Troy.

And Tom bears logs into the hall, Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take And milk comes frozen home in pail, leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. Then nightly sings the staring owl, But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the

To-who; dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

IV. Arm. Holla! approach.

When all aloud the wind doth blowo, Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and

And coughing drowns the parson's saw, others.

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring ;

When roasted crabs2 hiss in the bowl, the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the Then nightly sings the staring owl, cuckoo. Ver, begin.


Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,

While greisy Joan doth keel the pot.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the And lady-smocks all silver-white,

songs of Apollo.—You, that way; we, this way. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,

[Exeint. Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree,

(1) Cool. (2) Wild apples.
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear?

In this play, which all the editors have concur-
When shepherds pipe on oaten straus,

red to censure, and some have rejected as unworAnd merry larks are ploughmen's thy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are clocks,

many passages mean, childish, and vulgar: and When turtles tread, and rooks, and daros, some which ought not to have been exhibited,

as And maidens bleach their summer we are told they were, to a maiden queen. But smocks,

there are scattered through the whole many sparks The cuckoo then, on every tree,

of genius; nor is there any play that has more Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

levident marks of the hand of Shakspeare. Cuckoo;


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That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad?

But, tell not ine; I know, Antonio SCENE I.-Venice. A street. Enter Antonio, Is sad to think upon his merchandise. Salarino, and Salanio.

Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Antonio.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,

Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; Upon the fortune of this present year: . It wearies me; you say, it wearies you;

Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,

Salan. Why then you are in love. What stuff’tis made of, whereof it is born,


Fie, fie! I am to learn;

Salan. Not in love neither ? Then let's say, you And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,

are sad, That I have much ado to know myself.

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;

For you to laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry, There, where your argosies, with portly sail, - Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Like signiors and rich burghers of the dood,

Janus, Or, as it were the pageants of the sea,

Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time : Do overpeer the petty traffickers,

Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,

And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper ; As they fly by them with their woven wings. And other of such vinegar aspect,

Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, That thev'll not show their tecth in way of smile, The better part of my affections would

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Be with iny hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind; Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano. Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads; And every object, that might make me fear

Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,

kinsman, Would make me sad.

Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well; Salar.

My wind, cooling my broth, We leave you now with better company Would blow me to an ague, when I thought

Salar. I would have staid till I had made you What harm a wind too great might do at sea.

merry, I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,

If worthier friend, had not prevented me. But I should think of shallows and of flats;

Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand,

I take it, your own business calls on you, Vailing? her high-top lower than her ribs,

And you embrace the occasion to depart. To kiss her burial. Should I go to church,

Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. And see the holy edifice of stone,

Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh: And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? Say, when? Which touching but my gentle vessel's side,

You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so ? Would scatter all her spices on the stream;

Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ;

yours. (Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. And, in a word, but even now worth this,

Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Antonio, To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, We two will leave you: but, at dinner-time,

I pray you, have in mind where me must meet. (1) Ships of large burthen. (2) Lowering. Bass. I will ret fuil you

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