LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST
FERDINAND king of Navarre.
BIRON | | LONGAVILLE | lords attending on the King. | DUMAIN |
BOYET | | lords attending on the Princess of France. MERCADE |
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO a fantastical Spaniard.
SIR NATHANIEL a curate.
HOLOFERNES a schoolmaster.
DULL a constable.
The PRINCESS of France: (PRINCESS:)
COSTARD a clown.
MOTH page to Armado.
Lords, Attendants, &c. (First Lord:)
ROSALINE | | MARIA | ladies attending on the Princess. | KATHARINE |
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
JAQUENETTA a country wench.
[Enter FERDINAND king of Navarre, BIRON, LONGAVILLE and DUMAIN]
SCENE I The king of Navarre's park.
FERDINAND Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavor of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors,--for so you are, That war against your own affections And the huge army of the world's desires,-- Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here: Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names, That his own hand may strike his honour down That violates the smallest branch herein: If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.
LONGAVILLE I am resolved;
tis but a three years fast: The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.
DUMAIN My loving lord, Dumain is mortified: The grosser manner of these world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; With all these living in philosophy.
BIRON I can but say their protestation over; So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances; As, not to see a woman in that term, Which I hope well is not enrolled there; And one day in a week to touch no food And but one meal on every day beside, The which I hope is not enrolled there; And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, And not be seen to wink of all the day-- When I was wont to think no harm all night And make a dark night too of half the day-- Which I hope well is not enrolled there: O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep!
FERDINAND Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.
BIRON Let me say no, my liege, an if you please: I only swore to study with your grace And stay here in your court for three years' space.
LONGAVILLE You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest.
BIRON By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. What is the end of study? let me know.
FERDINAND Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
BIRON Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
FERDINAND Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
BIRON Come on, then; I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know: As thus,--to study where I well may dine, When I to feast expressly am forbid; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, When mistresses from common sense are hid; Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. If study's gain be thus and this be so, Study knows that which yet it doth not know: Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say no.
FERDINAND These be the stops that hinder study quite And train our intellects to vain delight.
BIRON Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Study me how to please the eye indeed By fixing it upon a fairer eye, Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed And give him light that it was blinded by. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Too much to know is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.
FERDINAND How well he's read, to reason against reading!
DUMAIN Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!
LONGAVILLE He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding.
BIRON The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding.
DUMAIN How follows that?
BIRON Fit in his place and time.
DUMAIN In reason nothing.
BIRON Something then in rhyme.
FERDINAND Biron is like an envious sneaping frost, That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
BIRON Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in any abortive birth? At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. So you, to study now it is too late, Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
FERDINAND Well, sit you out: go home, Biron: adieu.
BIRON No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you: And though I have for barbarism spoke more Than for that angel knowledge you can say, Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore And bide the penance of each three years' day. Give me the paper; let me read the same; And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.
FERDINAND How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!
Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court: Hath this been proclaimed?
On pain of losing her tongue. Who devised this penalty?
LONGAVILLE Four days ago.
BIRON Let's see the penalty.
LONGAVILLE Marry, that did I.
BIRON Sweet lord, and why?
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. This article, my liege, yourself must break; 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 Aquitaine To her decrepit, sick and bedrid father: Therefore this article is made in vain, Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
LONGAVILLE To fright them hence with that dread penalty.
BIRON A dangerous law against gentility!
FERDINAND What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot.
BIRON So study evermore is overshot: While it doth study to have what it would It doth forget to do the thing it should, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.
And he that breaks them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternal shame: Suggestions are to other as to me; But I believe, although I seem so loath, I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted?
FERDINAND We must of force dispense with this decree; She must lie here on mere necessity.
BIRON Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' space; For every man with his affects is born, Not by might master'd but by special grace: If I break faith, this word shall speak for me; I am forsworn on
mere necessity. So to the laws at large I write my name:
FERDINAND Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain; A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; A man of complements, whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: This child of fancy, that Armado hight, For interim to our studies shall relate In high-born words the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; But, I protest, I love to hear him lie And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
[Enter DULL with a letter, and COSTARD]
BIRON Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.
LONGAVILLE Costard the swain and he shall be our sport; And so to study, three years is but short.
DULL Which is the duke's own person?
BIRON This, fellow: what wouldst?
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 you more.
COSTARD Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me.
FERDINAND A letter from the magnificent Armado.
BIRON How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.
LONGAVILLE A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
BIRON To hear? or forbear laughing?
LONGAVILLE 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 in the merriness.
COSTARD The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
BIRON In what manner?
COSTARD 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?
COSTARD As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend the right!
FERDINAND Will you hear this letter with attention?
BIRON As we would hear an oracle.
COSTARD Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
FERDINAND [Reads] 'Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god, and body's fostering patron.'
COSTARD Not a word of Costard yet.
FERDINAND [Reads] 'So it is,'--
COSTARD It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so.
COSTARD Be to me and every man that dares not fight!
FERDINAND No words!
COSTARD Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.
FERDINAND [Reads] 'So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-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 y-cleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and 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 east from the west corner of thy curious- knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,'--
FERDINAND [Reads] 'that unlettered small-knowing soul,'--
FERDINAND [Reads] 'that shallow vassal,'--
COSTARD Still me?
FERDINAND [Reads] 'which, as I remember, hight Costard,'--
COSTARD O, me!
FERDINAND [Reads] 'sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, which with,--O, with--but with this I passion to say wherewith,--
COSTARD With a wench.
FERDINAND [Reads] 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, 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, Anthony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.'
DULL 'Me, an't shall please you; I am Anthony Dull.
FERDINAND [Reads] 'For Jaquenetta,--so is the weaker vessel called which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,--I keep her as a vessel of the 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.
FERDINAND Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?
COSTARD Sir, I confess the wench.
FERDINAND Did you hear the proclamation?
COSTARD I do confess much of the hearing it but little of the marking of it.
FERDINAND It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.
COSTARD I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel.
FERDINAND Well, it was proclaimed
COSTARD This was no damsel, neither, sir; she was a virgin.
FERDINAND It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed
COSTARD If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.
FERDINAND This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
COSTARD This maid will serve my turn, sir.
FERDINAND Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast a week with bran and water.
[Exeunt FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN]
COSTARD I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
FERDINAND And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My Lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er: And go we, lords, to put in practise that Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.
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BIRON I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. Sirrah, come on.
COSTARD I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH]
SCENE II The same.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
MOTH A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
MOTH No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal?
MOTH By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Why tough senior? why tough senior?
MOTH Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO 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.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Pretty and apt.
MOTH How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Thou pretty, because little.
MOTH Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO And therefore apt, because quick.
MOTH Speak you this in my praise, master?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO In thy condign praise.
MOTH I will praise an eel with the same praise.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO What, that an eel is ingenious?
MOTH That an eel is quick.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.
MOTH I am answered, sir.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I love not to be crossed.
MOTH [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I have promised to study three years with the duke.
MOTH You may do it in an hour, sir.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Impossible.
MOTH How many is one thrice told?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
MOTH You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I confess both: they are both the varnish of a complete man.
MOTH Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO It doth amount to one more than two.
MOTH Which the base vulgar do call three.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO True.
MOTH Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how easy it is to put
years to the word
three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO A most fine figure!
MOTH To prove you a cipher.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men have been in love?
MOTH Hercules, master.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
MOTH Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back like a porter: and he was in love.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?
MOTH A woman, master.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Of what complexion?
MOTH Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Tell me precisely of what complexion.
MOTH Of the sea-water green, sir.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Is that one of the four complexions?
MOTH As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.
MOTH It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO My love is most immaculate white and red.
MOTH Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Define, define, well-educated infant.
MOTH My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and pathetical!
MOTH If she be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known, For blushing cheeks by faults are bred And fears by pale white shown: Then if she fear, or be to blame, By this you shall not know, For still her cheeks possess the same Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
MOTH The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing nor the tune.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well.
MOTH [Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than my master.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
MOTH And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
[Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA]
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I say, sing.
MOTH Forbear till this company be past.
DULL Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I will visit thee at the lodge.
JAQUENETTA That's hereby.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I know where it is situate.
JAQUENETTA Lord, how wise you are!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I will tell thee wonders.
JAQUENETTA With that face?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I love thee.
JAQUENETTA So I heard you say.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO And so, farewell.
[Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA]
JAQUENETTA Fair weather after you!
DULL Come, Jaquenetta, away!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned.
COSTARD Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Thou shalt be heavily punished.
COSTARD I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Take away this villain; shut him up.
MOTH Come, you transgressing slave; away!
COSTARD Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.
MOTH No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
COSTARD Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see.
[Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD]
MOTH What shall some see?
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COSTARD Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank God I have as little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club; and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
[Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants]
SCENE I The same.
BOYET Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: Consider who the king your father sends, To whom he sends, and what's his embassy: Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace As Nature was in making graces dear When she did starve the general world beside And prodigally gave them all to you.
PRINCESS Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: I am less proud to hear you tell my worth Than you much willing to be counted wise In spending your wit in the praise of mine. But now to task the tasker: good Boyet, You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Till painful study shall outwear three years, No woman may approach his silent court: Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Bold of your worthiness, we single you As our best-moving fair solicitor. Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, On serious business, craving quick dispatch, Importunes personal conference with his grace: Haste, signify so much; while we attend, Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.
Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
BOYET Proud of employment, willingly I go.
PRINCESS All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
First Lord Lord Longaville is one.
PRINCESS Know you the man?
MARIA I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast, Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power.
PRINCESS Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?
MARIA They say so most that most his humours know.
PRINCESS Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest?
KATHARINE The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And shape to win grace though he had no wit. I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once; And much too little of that good I saw Is my report to his great worthiness.
ROSALINE Another of these students at that time Was there with him, if I have heard a truth. Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
PRINCESS God bless my ladies! are they all in love, That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
First Lord Here comes Boyet.
[Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants]
PRINCESS Now, what admittance, lord?
BOYET Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt: He rather means to lodge you in the field, Like one that comes here to besiege his court, Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre.
FERDINAND Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.
Fair I give you back again; and
welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.
FERDINAND You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.
PRINCESS I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.
FERDINAND Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
PRINCESS Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
FERDINAND Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.
PRINCESS Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.
FERDINAND Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
PRINCESS Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, And sin to break it. But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold: To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
FERDINAND Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
PRINCESS You will the sooner, that I were away; For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.
BIRON Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
ROSALINE Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
BIRON I know you did.
ROSALINE How needless was it then to ask the question!
BIRON You must not be so quick.
ROSALINE 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.
BIRON Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
ROSALINE Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
BIRON What time o' day?
ROSALINE The hour that fools should ask.
BIRON Now fair befall your mask!
ROSALINE Fair fall the face it covers!
BIRON And send you many lovers!
ROSALINE Amen, so you be none.
BIRON Nay, then will I be gone.
FERDINAND Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say that he or we, as neither have, Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, Although not valued to the money's worth. If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitaine, And hold fair friendship with his majesty. But that, it seems, he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repaid A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, To have his title live in Aquitaine; Which we much rather had depart withal And have the money by our father lent Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is. Dear Princess, were not his requests so far From reason's yielding, your fair self should make A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast And go well satisfied to France again.
PRINCESS You do the king my father too much wrong And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
FERDINAND I do protest I never heard of it; And if you prove it, I'll repay it back Or yield up Aquitaine.
PRINCESS We arrest your word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances For such a sum from special officers Of Charles his father.
FERDINAND Satisfy me so.
BOYET So please your grace, the packet is not come Where that and other specialties are bound: To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
FERDINAND It shall suffice me: at which interview All liberal reason I will yield unto. Meantime receive such welcome at my hand As honour without breach of honour may Make tender of to thy true worthiness: You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so received As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again.
PRINCESS Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!
FERDINAND Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
BIRON Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.
ROSALINE Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
BIRON I would you heard it groan.
ROSALINE Is the fool sick?
BIRON Sick at the heart.
ROSALINE Alack, let it blood.
BIRON Would that do it good?
ROSALINE My physic says
BIRON Will you prick't with your eye?
ROSALINE No point, with my knife.
BIRON Now, God save thy life!
ROSALINE And yours from long living!
BIRON I cannot stay thanksgiving.
DUMAIN Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?
BOYET The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name.
DUMAIN A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
LONGAVILLE I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
BOYET A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.
LONGAVILLE Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.
BOYET She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.
LONGAVILLE Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
BOYET Her mother's, I have heard.
LONGAVILLE God's blessing on your beard!
BOYET Good sir, be not offended. She is an heir of Falconbridge.
LONGAVILLE Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady.
BOYET Not unlike, sir, that may be.
BIRON What's her name in the cap?
BOYET Rosaline, by good hap.
BIRON Is she wedded or no?
BOYET To her will, sir, or so.
BIRON You are welcome, sir: adieu.
BOYET Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.
MARIA That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord: Not a word with him but a jest.
BOYET And every jest but a word.
PRINCESS It was well done of you to take him at his word.
BOYET I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.
MARIA Two hot sheeps, marry.
BOYET And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
[Offering to kiss her]
MARIA You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
BOYET So you grant pasture for me.
MARIA Not so, gentle beast: My lips are no common, though several they be.
BOYET Belonging to whom?
MARIA To my fortunes and me.
PRINCESS Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree: This civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
BOYET If my observation, which very seldom lies, By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
PRINCESS With what?
BOYET With that which we lovers entitle affected.
PRINCESS Your reason?
BOYET Why, all his behaviors did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd, Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd: His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be; All senses to that sense did make their repair, To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd: His face's own margent did quote such amazes That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitaine and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
PRINCESS Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.
BOYET But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
ROSALINE Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.
MARIA He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.
ROSALINE Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.
BOYET Do you hear, my mad wenches?
BOYET What then, do you see?
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ROSALINE Ay, our way to be gone.
BOYET You are too hard for me.
[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH]
SCENE I The same.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.
MOTH Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO How meanest thou? brawling in French?
MOTH No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love, sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away. These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without these; and make them men of note--do you note me?--that most are affected to these.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO How hast thou purchased this experience?
MOTH By my penny of observation.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO But O,--but O,--
The hobby-horse is forgot.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Callest thou my love
MOTH No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Almost I had.
MOTH Negligent student! learn her by heart.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO By heart and in heart, boy.
MOTH And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO What wilt thou prove?
MOTH A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: by heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I am all these three.
MOTH And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.
MOTH A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador for an ass.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Ha, ha! what sayest thou?
MOTH Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The way is but short: away!
MOTH As swift as lead, sir.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?
MOTH Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I say lead is slow.
MOTH You are too swift, sir, to say so: Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet smoke of rhetoric! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: I shoot thee at the swain.
[Re-enter MOTH with COSTARD]
MOTH Thump then and I flee.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.
MOTH A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l'envoy; begin.
COSTARD No enigma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain! no l'envoy, no l'envoy; no salve, sir, but a plantain!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve?
MOTH Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it: The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral. Now the l'envoy.
MOTH I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three.
MOTH Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four.
MOTH A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you desire more?
COSTARD The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose: Let me see; a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin?
MOTH By saying that a costard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
COSTARD True, and I for a plantain: thus came your argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO But tell me; how was there a costard broken in a shin?
MOTH I will tell you sensibly.
COSTARD Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak that l'envoy: I Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold and broke my shin.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO We will talk no more of this matter.
COSTARD Till there be more matter in the shin.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
COSTARD O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.
[Giving a letter]
to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.
COSTARD True, true; and now you will be my purgation and let me loose.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: bear this significant
Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings--remuneration.--'What's the price of this inkle?'--'One penny.'--'No, I'll give you a remuneration:' why, it carries it. Remuneration! why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
MOTH Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
COSTARD My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew!
BIRON O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.
COSTARD Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?
BIRON What is a remuneration?
COSTARD Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.
BIRON Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk.
COSTARD I thank your worship: God be wi' you!
BIRON Stay, slave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.
COSTARD When would you have it done, sir?
BIRON This afternoon.
COSTARD Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well.
BIRON Thou knowest not what it is.
COSTARD I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
BIRON Why, villain, thou must know first.
[Giving him a shilling]
COSTARD I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
BIRON It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this: The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lady; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
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COSTARD Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration, a'leven-pence farthing better: most sweet gardon! I will do it sir, in print. Gardon! Remuneration!
BIRON And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic, nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy; Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator and great general Of trotting 'paritors:--O my little heart:-- And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right! Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; And, among three, to love the worst of all; A wightly wanton with a velvet brow, With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes; Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan: Some men must love my lady and some Joan.
[Enter the PRINCESS, and her train, a Forester, BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE]
SCENE I The same.
PRINCESS Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill?
BOYET I know not; but I think it was not he.
PRINCESS Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch: On Saturday we will return to France. Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and play the murderer in?
Forester Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
PRINCESS I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
Forester Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
PRINCESS What, what? first praise me and again say no? O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
Forester Yes, madam, fair.
PRINCESS Nay, never paint me now: Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true: Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
Forester Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
PRINCESS See see, my beauty will be saved by merit! O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; If wounding, then it was to show my skill, That more for praise than purpose meant to kill. And out of question so it is sometimes, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart; As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
BOYET Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords?
PRINCESS Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
BOYET Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
COSTARD God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?
PRINCESS Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
COSTARD Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
PRINCESS The thickest and the tallest.
COSTARD The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.
PRINCESS What's your will, sir? what's your will?
COSTARD I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.
PRINCESS O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve; Break up this capon.
BOYET I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; It is writ to Jaquenetta.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey. Submissive fall his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
PRINCESS We will read it, I swear. Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
BOYET 'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the vulgar,--O base and obscure vulgar!--videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw two; overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he come? to see: why did he see? to overcome: to whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king's. The captive is enriched: on whose side? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose side? the king's: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I enforce thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; for tittles? titles; for thyself? me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture. and my heart on thy every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry, DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.'
PRINCESS What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?
BOYET I am much deceived but I remember the style.
PRINCESS Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.
BOYET This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court; A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the prince and his bookmates.
PRINCESS Thou fellow, a word: Who gave thee this letter?
COSTARD I told you; my lord.
PRINCESS To whom shouldst thou give it?
COSTARD From my lord to my lady.
PRINCESS From which lord to which lady?
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.
[Exeunt PRINCESS and train]
COSTARD From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline.
PRINCESS Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
BOYET Who is the suitor? who is the suitor?
ROSALINE Shall I teach you to know?
BOYET Ay, my continent of beauty.
ROSALINE Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off!
BOYET My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on!
ROSALINE Well, then, I am the shooter.
BOYET And who is your deer?
ROSALINE If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. Finely put on, indeed!
MARIA You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.
BOYET But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now?
ROSALINE Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
BOYET So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
[Exeunt ROSALINE and KATHARINE]
ROSALINE Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
BOYET An I cannot, cannot, cannot, An I cannot, another can.
COSTARD By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!
MARIA A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.
BOYET A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.
MARIA Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.
COSTARD Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout.
BOYET An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
COSTARD Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.
MARIA Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
[Exeunt BOYET and MARIA]
COSTARD She's too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl.
[Exit COSTARD, running]
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
BOYET I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
COSTARD By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down! O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit! When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armado o' th' one side,--O, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan! To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' will swear! And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit! Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Sola, sola!
[Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL]
SCENE II The same.
SIR NATHANIEL Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
HOLOFERNES The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth.
SIR NATHANIEL Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
HOLOFERNES Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
DULL 'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.
HOLOFERNES Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather, unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
DULL I said the deer was not a haud credo; twas a pricket.
HOLOFERNES Twice-sod simplicity, his coctus! O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
SIR NATHANIEL Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts: And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be, Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school: But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
DULL You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five weeks old as yet?
HOLOFERNES Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.
DULL What is Dictynna?
SIR NATHANIEL A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.
HOLOFERNES The moon was a month old when Adam was no more, And raught not to five weeks when he came to five-score. The allusion holds in the exchange.
DULL 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.
HOLOFERNES God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.
DULL And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed.
HOLOFERNES Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? And, to humour the ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed a pricket.
SIR NATHANIEL Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
HOLOFERNES I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility. The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty pleasing pricket; Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting. The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps from thicket; Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting. If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores one sorel. Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.
SIR NATHANIEL A rare talent!
DULL [Aside] If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.
HOLOFERNES This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
[Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]
SIR NATHANIEL Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth.
HOLOFERNES Mehercle, if their sons be ingenuous, they shall want no instruction; if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: but vir sapit qui pauca loquitur; a soul feminine saluteth us.
JAQUENETTA God give you good morrow, master Parson.
HOLOFERNES Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if one should be pierced, which is the one?
COSTARD Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead.
HOLOFERNES Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.
JAQUENETTA Good master Parson, be so good as read me this letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.
HOLOFERNES Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra Ruminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice; Venetia, Venetia, Chi non ti vede non ti pretia. Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or rather, as Horace says in his--What, my soul, verses?
SIR NATHANIEL Ay, sir, and very learned.
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd! Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove: Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd. Study his bias leaves and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend: If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend, All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire: Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder, Which not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue.
HOLOFERNES Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse; lege, domine.
SIR NATHANIEL [Reads]
HOLOFERNES You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin, was this directed to you?
JAQUENETTA Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords.
HOLOFERNES I will overglance the superscript:
To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king: it may concern much. Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.
[Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA]
JAQUENETTA Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!
COSTARD Have with thee, my girl.
SIR NATHANIEL Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saith,--
HOLOFERNES Sir tell me not of the father; I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the verses: did they please you, Sir Nathaniel?
SIR NATHANIEL Marvellous well for the pen.
HOLOFERNES I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention: I beseech your society.
Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
SIR NATHANIEL And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life.
HOLOFERNES And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.
[Enter BIRON, with a paper]
[Enter FERDINAND, with a paper]
SCENE III The same.
BIRON The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch,--pitch that defiles: defile! a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her eye,--by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
FERDINAND Ay me!
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep: No drop but as a coach doth carry thee; So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel, No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper: Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.
BIRON [Aside] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid: thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. In faith, secrets!
[Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper]
BIRON Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear!
LONGAVILLE Ay me, I am forsworn!
BIRON Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.
FERDINAND In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame!
BIRON One drunkard loves another of the name.
LONGAVILLE Am I the first that have been perjured so?
BIRON I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know: Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
LONGAVILLE I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move: O sweet Maria, empress of my love! These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, what fool is not so wise To lose an oath to win a paradise?
BIRON O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Disfigure not his slop.
LONGAVILLE This same shall go.
BIRON This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity, A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.
[Enter DUMAIN, with a paper]
Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish!
LONGAVILLE By whom shall I send this?--Company! stay.
BIRON All hid, all hid; an old infant play. Like a demigod here sit I in the sky. And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'ereye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
DUMAIN O most divine Kate!
BIRON O most profane coxcomb!
DUMAIN By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!
BIRON By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie.
DUMAIN Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.
BIRON An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
DUMAIN As upright as the cedar.
BIRON Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.
DUMAIN As fair as day.
BIRON Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
DUMAIN O that I had my wish!
LONGAVILLE And I had mine!
FERDINAND And I mine too, good Lord!
BIRON Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?
DUMAIN I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood and will remember'd be.
BIRON A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision!
DUMAIN Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.
On a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet! Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I send, and something else more plain, That shall express my true love's fasting pain. O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; For none offend where all alike do dote.
BIRON Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.
You would for paradise break faith, and troth;
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. What will Biron say when that he shall hear Faith so infringed, which such zeal did swear? How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it! For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me.
LONGAVILLE [Advancing] Dumain, thy love is far from charity. You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard and taken napping so.
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me! Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears There is no certain princess that appears; You'll not be perjured, 'tis a hateful thing; Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting! But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not, All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? You found his mote; the king your mote did see; But I a beam do find in each of three. O, what a scene of foolery have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen! O me, with what strict patience have I sat, To see a king transformed to a gnat! To see great Hercules whipping a gig, And profound Solomon to tune a jig, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain? And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? And where my liege's? all about the breast: A caudle, ho!
FERDINAND [Advancing] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much; You do not love Maria; Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile, Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush And mark'd you both and for you both did blush: I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion, Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: Ay me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes:
BIRON Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
FERDINAND Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
BIRON Not you to me, but I betray'd by you: I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin To break the vow I am engaged in; I am betray'd, by keeping company With men like men of inconstancy. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time In pruning me? When shall you hear that I Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, A leg, a limb?
[Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]
FERDINAND Soft! whither away so fast? A true man or a thief that gallops so?
BIRON I post from love: good lover, let me go.
JAQUENETTA God bless the king!
FERDINAND What present hast thou there?
COSTARD Some certain treason.
FERDINAND What makes treason here?
COSTARD Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
FERDINAND If it mar nothing neither, The treason and you go in peace away together.
[Giving him the paper]
Where hadst thou it?
JAQUENETTA I beseech your grace, let this letter be read: Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.
FERDINAND Biron, read it over.
JAQUENETTA Of Costard.
[BIRON tears the letter]
FERDINAND Where hadst thou it?
COSTARD Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
FERDINAND How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
BIRON A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it.
[Gathering up the pieces]
LONGAVILLE It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.
DUMAIN It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
BIRON [To COSTARD] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.
BIRON That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
DUMAIN Now the number is even.
BIRON True, true; we are four. Will these turtles be gone?
[Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA]
FERDINAND Hence, sirs; away!
COSTARD Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
BIRON Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace! As true we are as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; Young blood doth not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn.
FERDINAND What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?
BIRON Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head and strucken blind Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty?
FERDINAND What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; She an attending star, scarce seen a light.
BIRON My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron: O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,-- Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy: O, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine.
FERDINAND By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.
BIRON Is ebony like her? O wood divine! A wife of such wood were felicity. O, who can give an oath? where is a book? That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, If that she learn not of her eye to look: No face is fair that is not full so black.
FERDINAND O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons and the suit of night; And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well.
BIRON Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O, if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, It mourns that painting and usurping hair Should ravish doters with a false aspect; And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days, For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
DUMAIN To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.
LONGAVILLE And since her time are colliers counted bright.
FERDINAND And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack.
DUMAIN Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
BIRON Your mistresses dare never come in rain, For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
FERDINAND 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.
BIRON I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here.
FERDINAND No devil will fright thee then so much as she.
DUMAIN I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
LONGAVILLE Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see.
BIRON O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread!
DUMAIN O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies The street should see as she walk'd overhead.
FERDINAND But what of this? are we not all in love?
BIRON Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn.
FERDINAND Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.
DUMAIN Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
LONGAVILLE O, some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
DUMAIN Some salve for perjury.
BIRON 'Tis more than need. Have at you, then, affection's men at arms. Consider what you first did swear unto, To fast, to study, and to see no woman; Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; And abstinence engenders maladies. And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, In that each of you have forsworn his book, Can you still dream and pore and thereon look? For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, Have found the ground of study's excellence Without the beauty of a woman's face? [From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; They are the ground, the books, the academes From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire] Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigour of the traveller. Now, for not looking on a woman's face, You have in that forsworn the use of eyes And study too, the causer of your vow; For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself And where we are our learning likewise is: Then when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, Do we not likewise see our learning there? O, we have made a vow to study, lords, And in that vow we have forsworn our books. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, In leaden contemplation have found out Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with? Other slow arts entirely keep the brain; And therefore, finding barren practisers, Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd: Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world: Else none at all in ought proves excellent. Then fools you were these women to forswear, Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love, Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men, Or for men's sake, the authors of these women, Or women's sake, by whom we men are men, Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths. It is religion to be thus forsworn, For charity itself fulfills the law, And who can sever love from charity?
FERDINAND Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field!
BIRON Advance your standards, and upon them, lords; Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advised, In conflict that you get the sun of them.
LONGAVILLE Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by: Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?
FERDINAND And win them too: therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents.
BIRON First, from the park let us conduct them thither; Then homeward every man attach the hand Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon We will with some strange pastime solace them, Such as the shortness of the time can shape; For revels, dances, masks and merry hours Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
FERDINAND Away, away! no time shall be omitted That will betime, and may by us be fitted.
BIRON Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn; And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
[Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL]
SCENE I The same.
HOLOFERNES Satis quod sufficit.
SIR NATHANIEL I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with- out heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nomi- nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
[Draws out his table-book]
HOLOFERNES Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behavior vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.
SIR NATHANIEL A most singular and choice epithet.
HOLOFERNES He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasimes, such insociable and point-devise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he should say doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt,--d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebor; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abhominable,--which he would call abbominable: it insinuateth me of insanie: anne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic.
SIR NATHANIEL Laus Deo, bene intelligo.
HOLOFERNES Bon, bon, fort bon, Priscian! a little scratch'd, 'twill serve.
[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, MOTH, and COSTARD]
SIR NATHANIEL Videsne quis venit?
HOLOFERNES Video, et gaudeo.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Chirrah!
HOLOFERNES Quare chirrah, not sirrah?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Men of peace, well encountered.
HOLOFERNES Most military sir, salutation.
MOTH [Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
COSTARD O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
MOTH Peace! the peal begins.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [To HOLOFERNES] Monsieur, are you not lettered?
MOTH Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?
HOLOFERNES Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
MOTH Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.
HOLOFERNES Quis, quis, thou consonant?
MOTH The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I.
HOLOFERNES I will repeat them,--a, e, i,--
MOTH The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!
MOTH Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
HOLOFERNES What is the figure? what is the figure?
HOLOFERNES Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig.
MOTH Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa,--a gig of a cuckold's horn.
COSTARD An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say.
HOLOFERNES O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Arts-man, preambulate, we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain?
HOLOFERNES Or mons, the hill.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.
HOLOFERNES I do, sans question.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
HOLOFERNES The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent and measurable for the afternoon: the word is well culled, chose, sweet and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, I do assure ye, very good friend: for what is inward between us, let it pass. I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy; I beseech thee, apparel thy head: and among other important and most serious designs, and of great import indeed, too, but let that pass: for I must tell thee, it will please his grace, by the world, sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable: some certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass. The very all of all is,--but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,--that the king would have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antique, or firework. Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assistance.
HOLOFERNES Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies. Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by our assistants, at the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman, before the princess; I say none so fit as to present the Nine Worthies.
SIR NATHANIEL Where will you find men worthy enough to present them?
HOLOFERNES Joshua, yourself; myself and this gallant gentleman, Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the Great; the page, Hercules,--
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough for that Worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.
HOLOFERNES Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.
MOTH An excellent device! so, if any of the audience hiss, you may cry
Well done, Hercules! now thou crushest the snake! that is the way to make an offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO For the rest of the Worthies?--
HOLOFERNES I will play three myself.
MOTH Thrice-worthy gentleman!
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Shall I tell you a thing?
HOLOFERNES We attend.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO We will have, if this fadge not, an antique. I beseech you, follow.
HOLOFERNES Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word all this while.
DULL Nor understood none neither, sir.
HOLOFERNES Allons! we will employ thee.
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
DULL I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play On the tabour to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay.
HOLOFERNES Most dull, honest Dull! To our sport, away!
[Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and MARIA]
SCENE II The same.
PRINCESS Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, If fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady wall'd about with diamonds! Look you what I have from the loving king.
ROSALINE Madame, came nothing else along with that?
PRINCESS Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
ROSALINE That was the way to make his godhead wax, For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
KATHARINE Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
ROSALINE You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister.
KATHARINE He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; And so she died: had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died: And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
ROSALINE What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?
KATHARINE A light condition in a beauty dark.
ROSALINE We need more light to find your meaning out.
KATHARINE You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.
ROSALINE Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark.
KATHARINE So do not you, for you are a light wench.
ROSALINE Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.
KATHARINE You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me.
ROSALINE Great reason; for
past cure is still past care.
PRINCESS Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Who sent it? and what is it?
ROSALINE I would you knew: An if my face were but as fair as yours, My favour were as great; be witness this. Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron: The numbers true; and, were the numbering too, I were the fairest goddess on the ground: I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
PRINCESS Any thing like?
ROSALINE Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.
PRINCESS Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
KATHARINE Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
ROSALINE 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor, My red dominical, my golden letter: O, that your face were not so full of O's!
KATHARINE A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.
PRINCESS But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
KATHARINE Madam, this glove.
PRINCESS Did he not send you twain?
KATHARINE Yes, madam, and moreover Some thousand verses of a faithful lover, A huge translation of hypocrisy, Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.
MARIA This and these pearls to me sent Longaville: The letter is too long by half a mile.
PRINCESS I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart The chain were longer and the letter short?
MARIA Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
PRINCESS We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
ROSALINE They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That same Biron I'll torture ere I go: O that I knew he were but in by the week! How I would make him fawn and beg and seek And wait the season and observe the times And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes And shape his service wholly to my hests And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state That he should be my fool and I his fate.
PRINCESS None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
ROSALINE The blood of youth burns not with such excess As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
MARIA Folly in fools bears not so strong a note As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
PRINCESS Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
BOYET O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace?
PRINCESS Thy news Boyet?
BOYET Prepare, madam, prepare! Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised, Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised: Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
PRINCESS Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
BOYET Under the cool shade of a sycamore I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour; When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest, Toward that shade I might behold addrest The king and his companions: warily I stole into a neighbour thicket by, And overheard what you shall overhear, That, by and by, disguised they will be here. Their herald is a pretty knavish page, That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Action and accent did they teach him there;
Thus must thou speak, and
thus thy body bear: And ever and anon they made a doubt Presence majestical would put him out,
For, quoth the king,
an angel shalt thou see; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil; I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.' With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder: One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore A better speech was never spoke before; Another, with his finger and his thumb, Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;' The third he caper'd, and cried,
All goes well; The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. With that, they all did tumble on the ground, With such a zealous laughter, so profound, That in this spleen ridiculous appears, To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.
PRINCESS But what, but what, come they to visit us?
BOYET They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus. Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parle, to court and dance; And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his several mistress, which they'll know By favours several which they did bestow.
PRINCESS And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd; For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd; And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear, And then the king will court thee for his dear; Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. And change your favours too; so shall your loves Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
ROSALINE Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight.
KATHARINE But in this changing what is your intent?
PRINCESS The effect of my intent is to cross theirs: They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages displayed, to talk and greet.
ROSALINE But shall we dance, if they desire to't?
PRINCESS No, to the death, we will not move a foot; Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace, But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.
[Trumpets sound within]
BOYET Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.
[The Ladies mask]
[Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked]
PRINCESS Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown, To make theirs ours and ours none but our own: So shall we stay, mocking intended game, And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
BOYET The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
MOTH All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--
[The Ladies turn their backs to him]
That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!
BOYET Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.
MOTH A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
BIRON [Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes!
MOTH That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--
BOYET True; out indeed.
MOTH Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold--
BIRON [Aside to MOTH] Once to behold, rogue.
MOTH Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, --with your sun-beamed eyes--
BOYET They will not answer to that epithet; You were best call it
MOTH They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
BIRON Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!
ROSALINE What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet: If they do speak our language, 'tis our will: That some plain man recount their purposes Know what they would.
BOYET What would you with the princess?
BIRON Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
ROSALINE What would they, say they?
BOYET Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
ROSALINE Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.
BOYET She says, you have it, and you may be gone.
FERDINAND Say to her, we have measured many miles To tread a measure with her on this grass.
BOYET They say, that they have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass.
ROSALINE It is not so. Ask them how many inches Is in one mile: if they have measured many, The measure then of one is easily told.
BOYET If to come hither you have measured miles, And many miles, the princess bids you tell How many inches doth fill up one mile.
BIRON Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
BOYET She hears herself.
ROSALINE How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
BIRON We number nothing that we spend for you: Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, That we, like savages, may worship it.
ROSALINE My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
FERDINAND Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine, Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.
ROSALINE O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.
Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon.
FERDINAND Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change. Thou bid'st me beg: this begging is not strange.
ROSALINE Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
FERDINAND Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
ROSALINE You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.
FERDINAND Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.
ROSALINE Our ears vouchsafe it.
FERDINAND But your legs should do it.
ROSALINE Since you are strangers and come here by chance, We'll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance.
FERDINAND Why take we hands, then?
ROSALINE Only to part friends: Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
FERDINAND More measure of this measure; be not nice.
ROSALINE We can afford no more at such a price.
FERDINAND Prize you yourselves: what buys your company?
ROSALINE Your absence only.
FERDINAND That can never be.
ROSALINE Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu; Twice to your visor, and half once to you.
FERDINAND If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
[They converse apart]
ROSALINE In private, then.
FERDINAND I am best pleased with that.
BIRON White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
PRINCESS Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
BIRON Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice! There's half-a-dozen sweets.
PRINCESS Seventh sweet, adieu: Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
BIRON One word in secret.
PRINCESS Let it not be sweet.
BIRON Thou grievest my gall.
[They converse apart]
PRINCESS Gall! bitter.
BIRON Therefore meet.
DUMAIN Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
MARIA Name it.
DUMAIN Fair lady,--
[They converse apart]
MARIA Say you so? Fair lord,-- Take that for your fair lady.
DUMAIN Please it you, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
KATHARINE What, was your vizard made without a tongue?
LONGAVILLE I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
KATHARINE O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.
LONGAVILLE You have a double tongue within your mask, And would afford my speechless vizard half.
KATHARINE Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not
veal a calf?
LONGAVILLE A calf, fair lady!
KATHARINE No, a fair lord calf.
LONGAVILLE Let's part the word.
KATHARINE No, I'll not be your half Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
LONGAVILLE Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
KATHARINE Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
[They converse apart]
LONGAVILLE One word in private with you, ere I die.
KATHARINE Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.
BOYET The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, Above the sense of sense; so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
ROSALINE Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off.
BIRON By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!
[Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors]
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
FERDINAND Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits.
PRINCESS Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
BOYET Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out.
ROSALINE Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.
PRINCESS O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight? Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces? This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
ROSALINE O, they were all in lamentable cases! The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.
PRINCESS Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
MARIA Dumain was at my service, and his sword: No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
KATHARINE Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; And trow you what he called me?
PRINCESS Qualm, perhaps.
KATHARINE Yes, in good faith.
PRINCESS Go, sickness as thou art!
ROSALINE Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.
PRINCESS And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
KATHARINE And Longaville was for my service born.
MARIA Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
BOYET Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: Immediately they will again be here In their own shapes; for it can never be They will digest this harsh indignity.
PRINCESS Will they return?
BOYET They will, they will, God knows, And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore change favours; and, when they repair, Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
PRINCESS How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.
BOYET Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
PRINCESS Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, If they return in their own shapes to woo?
ROSALINE Good madam, if by me you'll be advised, Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: Let us complain to them what fools were here, Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; And wonder what they were and to what end Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our tent to us.
[Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA]
[Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits]
BOYET Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.
PRINCESS Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
FERDINAND Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess?
BOYET Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty Command me any service to her thither?
FERDINAND That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
BOYET I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.
BIRON This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease, And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs; And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve; A' can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy; This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honourable terms: nay, he can sing A mean most meanly; and in ushering Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: This is the flower that smiles on every one, To show his teeth as white as whale's bone; And consciences, that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
[Re-enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE]
FERDINAND A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, That put Armado's page out of his part!
BIRON See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou Till this madman show'd thee? and what art thou now?
FERDINAND All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
all hail is foul, as I conceive.
FERDINAND Construe my speeches better, if you may.
PRINCESS Then wish me better; I will give you leave.
FERDINAND We came to visit you, and purpose now To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.
PRINCESS This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow: Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.
FERDINAND Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
PRINCESS You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke; For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure As the unsullied lily, I protest, A world of torments though I should endure, I would not yield to be your house's guest; So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
FERDINAND O, you have lived in desolation here, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
PRINCESS Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; We have had pastimes here and pleasant game: A mess of Russians left us but of late.
FERDINAND How, madam! Russians!
PRINCESS Ay, in truth, my lord; Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
ROSALINE Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord: My lady, to the manner of the days, In courtesy gives undeserving praise. We four indeed confronted were with four In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
BIRON This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet, With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: your capacity Is of that nature that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
ROSALINE This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,--
BIRON I am a fool, and full of poverty.
ROSALINE But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
BIRON O, I am yours, and all that I possess!
ROSALINE All the fool mine?
BIRON I cannot give you less.
ROSALINE Which of the vizards was it that you wore?
BIRON Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this?
ROSALINE There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case That hid the worse and show'd the better face.
FERDINAND We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.
DUMAIN Let us confess and turn it to a jest.
PRINCESS Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?
ROSALINE Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale? Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
BIRON Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury. Can any face of brass hold longer out? Here stand I lady, dart thy skill at me; Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thee never more to dance, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O, never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, Nor never come in vizard to my friend, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer-flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do forswear them; and I here protest, By this white glove;--how white the hand, God knows!-- Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas and honest kersey noes: And, to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!-- My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
ROSALINE Sans sans, I pray you.
BIRON Yet I have a trick Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick; I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see: Write,
Lord have mercy on us on those three; They are infected; in their hearts it lies; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes; These lords are visited; you are not free, For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
PRINCESS No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
BIRON Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us.
ROSALINE It is not so; for how can this be true, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
BIRON Peace! for I will not have to do with you.
ROSALINE Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
BIRON Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end.
FERDINAND Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse.
PRINCESS The fairest is confession. Were not you here but even now disguised?
FERDINAND Madam, I was.
PRINCESS And were you well advised?
FERDINAND I was, fair madam.
PRINCESS When you then were here, What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
FERDINAND That more than all the world I did respect her.
PRINCESS When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
FERDINAND Upon mine honour, no.
PRINCESS Peace, peace! forbear: Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
FERDINAND Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
PRINCESS I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
ROSALINE Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear As precious eyesight, and did value me Above this world; adding thereto moreover That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
PRINCESS God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Most honourably doth unhold his word.
FERDINAND What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.
ROSALINE By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.
FERDINAND My faith and this the princess I did give: I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier, And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? You put our page out: go, you are allow'd; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye Wounds like a leaden sword.
PRINCESS Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
BIRON Neither of either; I remit both twain. I see the trick on't: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's disposed, Told our intents before; which once disclosed, The ladies did change favours: and then we, Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. Now, to our perjury to add more terror, We are again forsworn, in will and error. Much upon this it is: and might not you
Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.
BOYET Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
BIRON Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.
COSTARD O Lord, sir, they would know Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
BIRON What, are there but three?
COSTARD No, sir; but it is vara fine, For every one pursents three.
BIRON And three times thrice is nine.
COSTARD Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is not so. You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir we know what we know: I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,--
BIRON Is not nine.
COSTARD Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.
BIRON By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
COSTARD O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.
BIRON How much is it?
COSTARD O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir.
BIRON Art thou one of the Worthies?
COSTARD It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the Great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of the Worthy, but I am to stand for him.
BIRON Go, bid them prepare.
COSTARD We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take some care.
FERDINAND Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach.
BIRON We are shame-proof, my lord: and tis some policy To have one show worse than the king's and his company.
FERDINAND I say they shall not come.
[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO]
PRINCESS Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now: That sport best pleases that doth least know how: Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Dies in the zeal of that which it presents: Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, When great things labouring perish in their birth.
[Converses apart with FERDINAND, and delivers him a paper]
BIRON A right description of our sport, my lord.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.
PRINCESS Doth this man serve God?
BIRON Why ask you?
PRINCESS He speaks not like a man of God's making.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain, too too vain: but we will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement!
FERDINAND Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies. He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabaeus: And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five.
BIRON There is five in the first show.
FERDINAND You are deceived; 'tis not so.
[Enter COSTARD, for Pompey]
BIRON The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool and the boy:-- Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
FERDINAND The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
COSTARD I Pompey am,--
BOYET You lie, you are not he.
COSTARD I Pompey am,--
BOYET With libbard's head on knee.
BIRON Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee.
COSTARD I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big--
DUMAIN The Great.
COSTARD It is,
Great, sir:-- Pompey surnamed the Great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat: And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance, And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France, If your ladyship would say,
Thanks, Pompey, I had done.
PRINCESS Great thanks, great Pompey.
[Enter SIR NATHANIEL, for Alexander]
COSTARD 'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I made a little fault in
BIRON My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.
SIR NATHANIEL When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might: My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,--
BOYET Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.
BIRON Your nose smells
no in this, most tender-smelling knight.
PRINCESS The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.
SIR NATHANIEL When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander,--
BOYET Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
BIRON Pompey the Great,--
COSTARD Your servant, and Costard.
[SIR NATHANIEL retires]
There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,--alas, you see how 'tis,--a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
[Enter HOLOFERNES, for Judas; and MOTH, for Hercules]
BIRON Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.
Judas I am,--
COSTARD [To SIR NATHANIEL] O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander.
HOLOFERNES Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis; And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus. Quoniam he seemeth in minority, Ergo I come with this apology. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
DUMAIN A Judas!
HOLOFERNES Not Iscariot, sir. Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus.
DUMAIN Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.
BIRON A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas?
HOLOFERNES Judas I am,--
DUMAIN The more shame for you, Judas.
HOLOFERNES What mean you, sir?
BOYET To make Judas hang himself.
HOLOFERNES Begin, sir; you are my elder.
BIRON Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder.
HOLOFERNES I will not be put out of countenance.
BIRON Because thou hast no face.
HOLOFERNES What is this?
BOYET A cittern-head.
DUMAIN The head of a bodkin.
BIRON A Death's face in a ring.
LONGAVILLE The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
BOYET The pommel of Caesar's falchion.
DUMAIN The carved-bone face on a flask.
BIRON Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.
DUMAIN Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
BIRON Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance.
HOLOFERNES You have put me out of countenance.
BIRON False; we have given thee faces.
HOLOFERNES But you have out-faced them all.
BIRON An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
BOYET Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?
DUMAIN For the latter end of his name.
BIRON For the ass to the Jude; give it him:--Jud-as, away!
HOLOFERNES This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, for Hector]
BOYET A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble.
PRINCESS Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
BIRON Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in arms.
DUMAIN Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
FERDINAND Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.
BOYET But is this Hector?
FERDINAND I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.
LONGAVILLE His leg is too big for Hector's.
DUMAIN More calf, certain.
BOYET No; he is best endued in the small.
BIRON This cannot be Hector.
DUMAIN He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Gave Hector a gift,--
DUMAIN A gilt nutmeg.
BIRON A lemon.
LONGAVILLE Stuck with cloves.
DUMAIN No, cloven.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Peace!-- The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; A man so breathed, that certain he would fight; yea From morn till night, out of his pavilion. I am that flower,--
DUMAIN That mint.
LONGAVILLE That columbine.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
LONGAVILLE I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
[To the PRINCESS]
Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
DUMAIN Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed, he was a man. But I will forward with my device.
PRINCESS Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
BOYET [Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,--
DUMAIN [Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,--
COSTARD The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO What meanest thou?
COSTARD Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already: tis yours.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt die.
COSTARD Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by him.
DUMAIN Most rare Pompey!
BOYET Renowned Pompey!
BIRON Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Huge!
DUMAIN Hector trembles.
BIRON Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them on! stir them on!
DUMAIN Hector will challenge him.
BIRON Ay, if a' have no man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
COSTARD I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms again.
DUMAIN Room for the incensed Worthies!
COSTARD I'll do it in my shirt.
DUMAIN Most resolute Pompey!
MOTH Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
DUMAIN You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
BIRON What reason have you for't?
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance.
BOYET True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next his heart for a favour.
MERCADE God save you, madam!
PRINCESS Welcome, Mercade; But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
MERCADE I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father--
PRINCESS Dead, for my life!
MERCADE Even so; my tale is told.
BIRON Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
FERDINAND How fares your majesty?
PRINCESS Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.
FERDINAND Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
PRINCESS Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide The liberal opposition of our spirits, If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath: your gentleness Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord! A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue: Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
FERDINAND The extreme parts of time extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his speed, And often at his very loose decides That which long process could not arbitrate: And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtesy of love The holy suit which fain it would convince, Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome-profitable As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
PRINCESS I understand you not: my griefs are double.
BIRON Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief; And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies, Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,-- As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance: Which parti-coated presence of loose love Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities, Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, Our love being yours, the error that love makes Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both,--fair ladies, you: And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, Thus purifies itself and turns to grace.
PRINCESS We have received your letters full of love; Your favours, the ambassadors of love; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, As bombast and as lining to the time: But more devout than this in our respects Have we not been; and therefore met your loves In their own fashion, like a merriment.
DUMAIN Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.
LONGAVILLE So did our looks.
ROSALINE We did not quote them so.
FERDINAND Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves.
PRINCESS A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in. No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this: If for my love, as there is no such cause, You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world; There stay until the twelve celestial signs Have brought about the annual reckoning. If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood; If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, But that it bear this trial and last love; Then, at the expiration of the year, Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts, And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine I will be thine; and till that instant shut My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation For the remembrance of my father's death. If this thou do deny, let our hands part, Neither entitled in the other's heart.
FERDINAND If this, or more than this, I would deny, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
BIRON [And what to me, my love? and what to me?
ROSALINE You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd, You are attaint with faults and perjury: Therefore if you my favour mean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick]
DUMAIN But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?
KATHARINE A beard, fair health, and honesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
DUMAIN O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
KATHARINE Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say: Come when the king doth to my lady come; Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
DUMAIN I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
KATHARINE Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.
LONGAVILLE What says Maria?
MARIA At the twelvemonth's end I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
LONGAVILLE I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
MARIA The liker you; few taller are so young.
BIRON Studies my lady? mistress, look on me; Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there: Impose some service on me for thy love.
ROSALINE Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron, Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, Full of comparisons and wounding flouts, Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit. To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, And therewithal to win me, if you please, Without the which I am not to be won, You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day Visit the speechless sick and still converse With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, With all the fierce endeavor of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
BIRON To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
ROSALINE Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, And I will have you and that fault withal; But if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation.
BIRON A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
PRINCESS [To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
FERDINAND No, madam; we will bring you on your way.
BIRON Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.
[Re-enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO]
FERDINAND Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, And then 'twill end.
BIRON That's too long for a play.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,--
PRINCESS Was not that Hector?
DUMAIN The worthy knight of Troy.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the end of our show.
[Re-enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others]
This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
SPRING. When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
WINTER. When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
FERDINAND Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO Holla! approach.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that way: we this way.