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Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so. Biron. [Reads ] Item, That no woman shall come To know the thing I am forbid to know:

within a mile of my court, As thus — To study where I well may dine,

And hath this been proclaim'd? When I to feast expressly am forbid ;


Four days ago Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,

Biron. Let s see the penalty.
When mistresses from common sense are hid: (Reads.] On pain of losing her tongue.
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,

Who devis'd this? Study to break it, and not break my troth.

Long. Marry, that did I. If study's gain be thus, and this be so,

Biron. Sweet lord, and why? Study knows that, which yet it doth not know : Long. To fright them hence with that dread peSwear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

nalty. King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. And train our intellects to vain delight.

(Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most woman within the term of three years, he shall endure vain,

such publick shame as the rest of the court can possibly Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain : devise As, painfully to pore upon a book,

This article, my liege, yourself must break;
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while For, well you know, here comes in embassy
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak, –

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: A maid of grace, and complete majesty, --
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, About surrender-up of Aquitain
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father :
Study me how to please the eye indeed,

Therefore this article is made in vain, By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite And give him light that was it blinded by.

forgot. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

Biron. So study evermore is overshoot ; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; While it doth study to have what it would, Small have continual plodders ever won,

It doth forget to do the thing it should : Save base authority from others' books.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, 'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lost. That give a name to every fixed star,

hing. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; Have no more profit of their shining nights,

She must be here on mere necessity. Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.

Biron. If I break faith, this word shall speak for Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.

I am forsworn on mere necessity. King. How well he's read, to reason against So to the laws at large I write my name. reading!

[Subscribes. Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!

And he, that breaks them in the least degree, Long. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow Stands in attainder of perpetual shame : the weeding.

Suggestions are to others, as to me; Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are But, I believe, although I seem so loth, a breeding

I am the last that will last keep his oath. Dum. How follows that?

But is there no quick recreation granted ? Biron.

Fit in his place and time. King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is Dum. In reason nothing.

haunted Biron. Something then in rhyme.

With a refined traveller of Spain; Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping' frost,

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That bites the first-born infants of the spring.

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud One, whom the musick of his own vain tongue summer boast,

Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; Before the birds have any cause to sing ?

A man of compliments, whom right and wrong Why should I joy in an abortive birth ?

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : At Christmas I no more desire a rose

This child of fancy, that Armado hights, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;

For interim to our studies, shall relate, But like of each thing, that in season grows.

In high-born words, the worth of many a knight So you, to study now it is too late,

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. Climb o'er the house t' unlock the little gate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;

King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron; adieu! But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,
Biron. No, my good lord ; I have sworn to stay And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Than for that angel knowledge you can say,

Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

sport; And bide the penance of each three years' day. And, so to study, three years is but short. Give me the paper, let me read the same;

King. Then go we, lords, to put in practice that And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. --King. How well this yielding rescues thee from [Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumaty, shaine ! Nipning

2 Temptations.

3 Called.


with you :


Bıron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. and pathetical !

[Exit. Moth. If she be made of white and red, SCENE II. Armado's House.

Her faults will ne'er be known;

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
Enter ARMADO and Moth

And fears by pale white shown :
Arm. Boy, what sign is it when a man of great

Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know ; spirit grows melancholy?

For still her cheeks possess the same, Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same a dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of

Which native she doth owe. 6 thing, dear imp.

white and red. Moth. No, no, sir, no. Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melan

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and

the Beggar ? choly, my tender juvenal ? 4 Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad ing, my tough senior.

some three ages since : but, I think, now 'tis not to Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ?

be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent that I may example my digression by some mighty Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ? the writing nor the tune.

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title I took in the park with the rational hind, Costard;

she deserves well. to your old time, which we may name tough. Arm. Pretty and apt.

Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love than master.

my Moth. How mean you, sir ? I pretty, and my

Aside. saying apt? or, I apt, and my saying pretty ?

Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Arm. Thou pretty, because little.

Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt? Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.

Arm. I say sing.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past,
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ?
Arm. In thy condign praise.

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ?

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Moth. That an eel is quick.

Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thou For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she

nor no penance; but a'must fast three days a-week: heatest my blood.

is allowed for the day-woman.7 Fare you well. Moth. I am answered, sir, Arm. I uve not to be crossed.

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing. — Maid. Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses 5 love

Jaq. Man.

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. not him.

[ Aside. Arm. I have promised to study three years with

Jaq. That's hereby.

Arm. I know where it is situate. the duke. Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

Jaq. How wise you are !

Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
Arm. Impossible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told ?

Jaq. With that face?

Arm. I love thee. Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. And so farewell.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish

Jaq. Fair weather after you !

Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. of a complete man.

(Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much the

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

thou be pardoned. Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three,

Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do Arm. True.

it on a full stomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ?
Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink:

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, and how easy it is to put years to the word three, for they are but lightly rewarded. and study three years in two words, the dancing

Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. horse will tell you.

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Arm. A most fine figure !

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, Moth. To prove you a cipher. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and

Moth. No, sir, that were fast and loose : thou

shalt to prison. my love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of masked under such colours.

desolation that I have seen, some shall see

Moth. What shall some see?
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue

Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they assist me!

It is not for prisoners to be too silent 4 Young man 5 The name of a coin once current. o or which she is naturally possessed. 7 Dairy-woman.

L 4

[Aside. being loose.

look upon.

in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing : Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will I have as little patience as another man; and there- not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the fore I can be quiet. (Exeunt Moth and COSTARD. duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called

Arm. I do affects the very ground, which is base, boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, vam where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, lour! rust, rapier ! be still, drum! for your manager which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extem(which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: poral god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn And how can that be true love, which is falsely sonneteer. Devise, wit ; write, pen; for I am for attempted? Cupid's butt-shaft 9 is too hard for whole volumes in folio. Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a



SCENE I. – A Pavilion, and Tents at a distance. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.

The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Enter the Princess OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, Maria, (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants.

Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills spirits :

It should none spare that come within his power. Consider who the king your father sends ;

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so ? To whom he sends; and what's his embassy :

Mar. They say so most, that most his humours Yourself, held precious in the world s esteem;

know. To parley with the sole inberitor

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Who are the rest ? Matchless Navarre ; the plea of no less weight Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen.

youth, Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: As nature was in making graces dear,

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; When she did starve the general world beside, For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And prodigally gave them all to you.

And shape to win grace though he had no wit. Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ; mean,

And much too little of that good I saw, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Is my report, to his great worthiness. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

Ros. Another of these students at that time Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Was there with him : if I have heard a truth, I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Than you much willing to be counted wise Within the limit of becoming mirth, In spending your wit in the praise of mine. I never spent an hour's talk withal : But now to task the tasker. - Good Boyet, His eye begets occasion for his wit; You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

For every object that the one doth catch, Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Till painful study shall out-wear three years, Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) No woman may approach his silent court :

Delivers in such apt and gracious words, Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course, That aged ears play truant at his tales, Before we enter his forbidden gates,

And younger hearings are quite ravished ; To know his pleasure ; and, in that behalf, So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Bold of your worthiness, we single you

Prin. Heaven bless my ladies! are they all in love; As our best-moving fair solicitor :

That every one her own hath garnished
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?
On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Importunes personal conference with his grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,

Re-enter BoYET.
Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high will.


Now, what admittance, lord ? Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; [Exit.

And he, and his competitors ' in oath, Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.

Were all address'do to meet you, gentle lady, Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

He rather means to lodge you in the field, 1 Lord. Longaville is one.

(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Prin.

Know you the man? Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir

Here comes Navarre.

(The Ladies mask. Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized,

Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMain, Biron, and In Normandy saw I this Longaville :

Attendants. A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid;

King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms :

Navarre. Love.

I Confederates.

? Prepared.

9 Arrow to shoot at butts with.

Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and, welcome And wrong the reputation of your name,
I have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to In so unseeming to confess receipt
be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
to be mine.

King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me Or yield up Aquitain.


We arrest your word: King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Boyet, you can produce acquittances, Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. For such a sum, from special officers King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Of Charles his father. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing King.

Satisfy me so. else.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

come, Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where that and other specialties are bound; Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping : King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,

All liberal reason I will yield unto. And sin to break it:

Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;

As honour, without breach of honour, may To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

Make tender of to thy true worthiness : Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, You may not come, fair princess, in my gates ; And suddenly resolve me in my suit. (Gives a paper. But here without, you shall be so receiv'd,

King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell :

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? To-morrow shall we visit you again.
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
Biron. I know you did.

grace! Ros.

How needless was it then King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place ! To ask the question !

(Exeunt King and his Train. Biron.

You must not be so quick. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such heart. questions.

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill be glad to see it. tire.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan. Rcs. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Ros. Is the fool sick ? Biron. What time o' day?

Biron. Sick at heart. Ros. The hour that fools shall ask.

Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Now fair befall your mask !

Biron. Would that do it good ? Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Ros. My physick says, I. * Biron. And send you many lovers !

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Ros. No poynt\, with my knife. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Biron. Now, heaven save thy life! King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Ros. And yours from long living ! The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. (Retiring. Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word : What lady is that Disbursed by my father in his wars.

same? But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Receiv'd that sum ; yet there remains unpaid Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,

[Exit. One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in the Although not valued to the money's worth.

white ? If then the king your father will restore

Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in But that one half which is unsatisfied,

the light. We will give up our right in Aquitain,

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? And hold fair friendship with his majesty,

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Long. Heaven's blessing on your beard !
For here he doth demand to have repaid

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, She is an heir of Falconbridge.
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
To have his title live in Aquitain;

She is a most sweet lady. Which we much rather had departs withal,

Boyet. Not unlike, sir ; that may be. (Exit Long. And have the money by our father lent,

Biron. What's her name in the cap? Than Aquitain divided as it is.

Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Dear princess, were not his requests so far

Biron. Is she wedded or no ?
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !
And go well satisfied to France again.

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. Prin. You do the king my father too mwh wrong,

[Exit Biron. – Ladies unmask. 3 Part.

3 A French particle of negation.

4 Ay, yes.

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; | His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Not a word with him but a jest.

That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : Boyet.

And every jest but a word. I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'a Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye Prin. With what?

hath disclos'd : Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. I only have made a mouth of his eye, Prin. Your reason ?

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Boyet. Why all his behaviours did make their retire Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire :

skilfully. His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Mar. He is cupid's grandfather, and learns news Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :

of him. His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Ros. Then was Venus like her motner; for her Did stumble with haste in his eye sight to be;

father is but grim. All senses to that sense did make their repair, Boyet. Do you hear, my mad girls ? To feel only looking on fairest of fair :


No. Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Boyet.

What then, do you see? As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ;

Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they Boyet.

You are too hard for me. were glass'd,

[Exeunt. Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d.


SCENE I. - The Park, near the Palace. Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and

without, upon the instant : By heart you love her, Enter ARMADO and Moth.

because your heart cannot come by her: in heart Arm. Warble, child ; make passionate my sense you love her, because your heart is in love with of hearing.

her : and out of heart you love her, being out of Moth. Concolinel

(Singing. heart that you cannot have her. Arm. Sweet air ! — Go, tenderness of years; take Arm. I am all these three. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him Moth. And three times as much more, and yet festinately 6 hither; I must employ him in a letter nothing at all. to my love.

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me Moth. Master, will you win your love with a a letter. French brawl? 7

Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse to Arm. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French? be embassador for an ass!

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? a tune at the tongue's end, canary 8 to it with your Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids ; sigh horse, for he is very slow gaited : But I go. a note, and sing a note; sometime through the Arm. The way is but short ; away. throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; Moth. As swift as lead, sir. sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Moth. Minimè, honest master ; or rather, master crossed on your thin doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after Arm. I say, lead is slow. the old painting; and keep not too long in one Moth.

You are too swift, sir, to say so: tune, but a snip and away.

Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?
Árm. How hast thou purchased this experience ? Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick : 1
Moth. By my penny of observation.

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: Arm. But 0, - but 0,

I shoot thee at the swain. Moth. the hobby-horse is forgot.


Thump then, and I flee. Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ?

[Erit. Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you

grace ! forgot your love?

By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Arm. Almost I had.

Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. My herald is return'd. Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three

Re-enter Moth and COSTARD. Arm. What will that prove ?

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a costard

broken in a shin. * Hastily.

7 A kind of dance. 8 Canary was the name of a sprightly dance.

9 A head


I will prove.

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