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"For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering
"I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
"But mark;-Poor knight,
"O dainty duck! O dear!
"What, stain'd with blood? "Approach, ye furies fell!
O fates! come, come; "Cut thread and thrum;" "Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. "O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions
"Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: "Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame,
"That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.
"Come, tears, confound; "Out, sword, and wound "The pap of Pyramus:
Ay, that left ap, "Where heart doth hop: "Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. "Now am I dead, "Now am I fled; "My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die.
[Dies.-Exit MOONSHINE. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass.
Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a 'long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.
Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.-
"O Pyramus, arise,
"Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
"Must cover thy sweet eyes.
"These yellow cowslip cheeks,
"Come, come, to me,
+ Destroy. + Countenance.
The. Moonshine, and lion are left to bury the dead.
Dem. Ay, and wall too.
Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company?
The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatch'd. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
SCENE II.-Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task fordone.t
That the graves, all gaping wide,
By the triple Hecat's team,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote; To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.
And the issue, there create,
So shall all the couples three
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall upon their children be.-
Through this palace with sweet peace :
And the owner of it blest.
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended,)
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
But there are other strict observances:
SCENE I.-Navarre.-A Park, with a Palace As, not to see a woman in that term;
Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
And the huge army of the world's desires,-
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:
Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you I only swore, to study with yourgrace, [please; And stay here in your court for three years'
Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study To know the thing I am forbid to know: [so As thus-To study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;
When mistresses from common sense are hid:
King. These be the stops that hinder study
And train our intellects to vain delight.
Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain:
Apainfully to pore upon a book, [while | This article, my liege, yourself must break;
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro-
Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.
Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a breeding.
Dum. How follows that?
Biron. Fit in his place and time.
Biron. Something then in rhyme.
Long. Biron is like an envious sneapingt frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to
And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Biron. [Reads] Item, That no woman shall
Biron. Let's see the penalty.
Long. Marry, that did 1.
Long. To fright them hence with that dread
Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.—
Dishonestly, treacherously. + Nipping.
+ Games, sports.
For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,
A maid of grace, and complete majesty,— About surrender-up of Aquitain
To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.
Biron. So study evermore is overshot;
She must lie here on mere necessity.
For every man with his affects is born;
Not by might master'd, but by special grace:
Suggestions are to others, as to me;
With a refined traveller of Spain;
For interim to our studies, shall relate,
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
our sport; And, so to study, three years is but short.
Enter DULL, with a letter, and COSTARD. Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough :|| but I would see his own person in flesh and blood. Biron. This is he.
Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you. There's villany abroad; this letter will tell
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? Long. To hear meekly, Sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.
Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb to the merriness.
Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.*
Biron. In what manner?
Cost. In manner and form following, Sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, Sir, for the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman: for the form,-in some form.
Biron. For the following, Sir?
Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; And God defend the right!
King. Will you hear this letter with attention?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's ricegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
King. So it is,
Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so, so.
Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull.
King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty, DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard. King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?
Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation? Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.
King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.
Cost. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damosel.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. Cost. This was no damosel neither, Sir; she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with a maid.
King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir. King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You shall fast a week with bran and water. Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton
Cost. -be to me, and every man that dares and porridge. not fight!
King. No words.
Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the bluck-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when: Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: But to the place, where,-It standeth north-north-east and by cast from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden: There did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,
King. that unietter'd small-knowing soul, Cost. Me.
King. that shallow vassal,
Cost. Still me.
King.which, as I remember, hight Costard, Cost. O me!
King.sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, with-with-O with-but with this I passion say wherewith.
Cost. With a wench. King. -with a child of our grandmother Ere, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a mun of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.
* In the fact.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. -My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly
SCENE 11.-Another part of the same.-ARMADO'S House.
Enter ARMADO and MOTH.
Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ?*
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender ju venal?
Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. Arm. Pretty, and apt.
* Young man.