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In
Love’s Labor’s Lost
, the comedy centers on four young men who fall in love against their wills. The men, one of them the king of Navarre, pledge to study for three years, avoiding all contact with women. When the Princess of France arrives on a state visit, the king insists she and her ladies camp outside the court. Even so, each young man falls in love with one of the ladies.
Meanwhile, Don Armado, a Spanish soldier, falls for a servant girl, Jacquenetta. Costard, an illiterate local, mixes up two letters he is to deliver, one from Armado to Jacquenetta and the other from Berowne, one of the king’s companions, to Rosaline, one of the French ladies.
The men confess they are in love, and devise a pageant for the ladies, who set a trap for them by exchanging identifying markers. When word comes that the princess’s father is dead, the ladies reject the men’s proposals as rash and impose a year’s delay before any further wooing.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Ferdinand
,
King
of
Navarre
,
Berowne
,
Longaville
,
and
Dumaine
.
Let
fame
,
that
all
hunt
after
in
their
lives
,
Live
registered
upon
our
brazen
tombs
,
And
then
grace
us
in
the
disgrace
of
death
,
When
,
spite
of
cormorant
devouring
time
,
Th’
endeavor
of
this
present
breath
may
buy
That
honor
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
,
Berowne
,
Dumaine
,
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
.
He
holds
up
a
scroll
.
Your
oaths
are
passed
,
and
now
subscribe
your
names
,
That
his
own
hand
may
strike
his
honor
down
ACT 1. SC. 1
That
violates
the
smallest
branch
herein
.
If
you
are
armed
to
do
as
sworn
to
do
,
Subscribe
to
your
deep
oaths
,
and
keep
it
too
.
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
bankrout
quite
the
wits
.
He
signs
his
name
.
My
loving
lord
,
Dumaine
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
.
He
signs
his
name
.
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
enrollèd
there
;
And
one
day
in
a
week
to
touch
no
food
,
And
but
one
meal
on
every
day
besides
,
The
which
I
hope
is
not
enrollèd
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
enrollèd
there
.
O
,
these
are
barren
tasks
,
too
hard
to
keep
,
Not
to
see
ladies
,
study
,
fast
,
not
sleep
.
Your
oath
is
passed
to
pass
away
from
these
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
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
.
You
swore
to
that
,
Berowne
,
and
to
the
rest
.
By
yea
and
nay
,
sir
.
Then
I
swore
in
jest
.
What
is
the
end
of
study
,
let
me
know
?
Why
,
that
to
know
which
else
we
should
not
know
.
Things
hid
and
barred
,
you
mean
,
from
common
sense
.
Ay
,
that
is
study’s
godlike
recompense
.
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
.
These
be
the
stops
that
hinder
study
quite
,
And
train
our
intellects
to
vain
delight
.
Why
,
all
delights
are
vain
,
and
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
ACT 1. SC. 1
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-searched
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
fixèd
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
naught
but
fame
,
And
every
godfather
can
give
a
name
.
How
well
he’s
read
to
reason
against
reading
.
Proceeded
well
,
to
stop
all
good
proceeding
.
He
weeds
the
corn
,
and
still
lets
grow
the
weeding
.
The
spring
is
near
when
green
geese
are
a-breeding
.
How
follows
that
?
Fit
in
his
place
and
time
.
In
reason
nothing
.
Something
then
in
rhyme
.
Berowne
is
like
an
envious
sneaping
frost
That
bites
the
firstborn
infants
of
the
spring
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
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
shows
,
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
.
Well
,
sit
you
out
.
Go
home
,
Berowne
.
Adieu
.
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
sworn
And
bide
the
penance
of
each
three
years’
day
.
Give
me
the
paper
.
Let
me
read
the
same
,
And
to
the
strictest
decrees
I’ll
write
my
name
.
How
well
this
yielding
rescues
thee
from
shame
.
reads
Item
,
That
no
woman
shall
come
within
a
mile
of
my
court
.
Hath
this
been
proclaimed
?
Four
days
ago
.
Let’s
see
the
penalty
.
Reads
:
On
pain
of
losing
her
tongue
.
Who
devised
this
penalty
?
Marry
,
that
did
I
.
Sweet
lord
,
and
why
?
To
fright
them
hence
with
that
dread
penalty
.
A
dangerous
law
against
gentility
.
Reads
:
Item
,
If
any
man
be
seen
to
talk
with
a
woman
within
the
term
of
three
years
,
he
shall
endure
such
public
shame
as
the
rest
of
the
court
can
possible
devise
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
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
th’
admirèd
princess
hither
.
What
say
you
,
lords
?
Why
,
this
was
quite
forgot
.
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
.
We
must
of
force
dispense
with
this
decree
.
She
must
lie
here
on
mere
necessity
.
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
mastered
,
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
,
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
.
He
signs
his
name
.
But
is
there
no
quick
recreation
granted
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
Ay
,
that
there
is
.
Our
court
,
you
know
,
is
haunted
With
a
refinèd
traveler
of
Spain
,
A
man
in
all
the
world’s
new
fashion
planted
,
That
hath
a
mint
of
phrases
in
his
brain
;
One
who
the
music
of
his
own
vain
tongue
Doth
ravish
like
enchanting
harmony
,
A
man
of
compliments
,
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
.
Armado
is
a
most
illustrious
wight
,
A
man
of
fire-new
words
,
fashion’s
own
knight
.
Costard
the
swain
and
he
shall
be
our
sport
,
And
so
to
study
three
years
is
but
short
.
Enter
Dull
,
a
Constable
,
with
a
letter
,
and
Costard
.
Which
is
the
Duke’s
own
person
?
This
,
fellow
.
What
wouldst
?
I
myself
reprehend
his
own
person
,
for
I
am
his
Grace’s
farborough
.
But
I
would
see
his
own
person
in
flesh
and
blood
.
This
is
he
.
,
to
King
Signior
Arm-
,
Arm-
,
commends
you
.
There’s
villainy
abroad
.
This
letter
will
tell
you
more
.
He
gives
the
letter
to
the
King
.
Sir
,
the
contempts
thereof
are
as
touching
me
.
A
letter
from
the
magnificent
Armado
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
How
low
soever
the
matter
,
I
hope
in
God
for
high
words
.
A
high
hope
for
a
low
heaven
.
God
grant
us
patience
!
To
hear
,
or
forbear
hearing
?
To
hear
meekly
,
sir
,
and
to
laugh
moderately
,
or
to
forbear
both
.
Well
,
sir
,
be
it
as
the
style
shall
give
us
cause
to
climb
in
the
merriness
.
The
matter
is
to
me
,
sir
,
as
concerning
Jaquenetta
.
The
manner
of
it
is
,
I
was
taken
with
the
manner
.
In
what
manner
?
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
.
For
the
following
,
sir
?
As
it
shall
follow
in
my
correction
,
and
God
defend
the
right
.
Will
you
hear
this
letter
with
attention
?
As
we
would
hear
an
oracle
.
Such
is
the
sinplicity
of
man
to
hearken
after
the
flesh
.
reads
Great
deputy
,
the
welkin’s
vicegerent
and
sole
dominator
of
Navarre
,
my
soul’s
earth’s
god
,
and
body’s
fost’ring
patron
—
Not
a
word
of
Costard
yet
.
reads
So
it
is
—
It
may
be
so
,
but
if
he
say
it
is
so
,
he
is
,
in
telling
true
,
but
so
.
Peace
.
Be
to
me
,
and
every
man
that
dares
not
fight
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
No
words
.
Of
other
men’s
secrets
,
I
beseech
you
.
reads
So
it
is
,
besieged
with
sable-colored
melancholy
,
I
did
commend
the
black
oppressing
humor
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
yclept
thy
park
.
Then
for
the
place
where
—
where
,
I
mean
,
I
did
encounter
that
obscene
and
most
prepost’rous
event
that
draweth
from
my
snow-white
pen
the
ebon-colored
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
,
—
Me
?
reads
that
unlettered
,
small-knowing
soul
,
—
Me
?
reads
that
shallow
vassal
,
—
Still
me
?
reads
which
,
as
I
remember
,
hight
Costard
,
—
O
,
me
!
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
—
With
a
wench
.
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
ACT 1. SC. 1
Dull
,
a
man
of
good
repute
,
carriage
,
bearing
,
and
estimation
.
Me
,
an
’t
shall
please
you
.
I
am
Anthony
Dull
.
reads
For
Jaquenetta
—
so
is
the
weaker
vessel
called
which
I
apprehended
with
the
aforesaid
swain
—
I
keep
her
as
a
vessel
of
thy
law’s
fury
,
and
shall
,
at
the
least
of
thy
sweet
notice
,
bring
her
to
trial
.
Thine
,
in
all
compliments
of
devoted
and
heartburning
heat
of
duty
,
Don
Adriano
de
Armado
.
This
is
not
so
well
as
I
looked
for
,
but
the
best
that
ever
I
heard
.
Ay
,
the
best
,
for
the
worst
.
To
Costard
.
But
,
sirrah
,
what
say
you
to
this
?
Sir
,
I
confess
the
wench
.
Did
you
hear
the
proclamation
?
I
do
confess
much
of
the
hearing
it
,
but
little
of
the
marking
of
it
.
It
was
proclaimed
a
year’s
imprisonment
to
be
taken
with
a
wench
.
I
was
taken
with
none
,
sir
.
I
was
taken
with
a
damsel
.
Well
,
it
was
proclaimed
damsel
.
This
was
no
damsel
neither
,
sir
.
She
was
a
virgin
.
It
is
so
varied
too
,
for
it
was
proclaimed
virgin
.
If
it
were
,
I
deny
her
virginity
.
I
was
taken
with
a
maid
.
This
maid
will
not
serve
your
turn
,
sir
.
This
maid
will
serve
my
turn
,
sir
.
Sir
,
I
will
pronounce
your
sentence
:
you
shall
fast
a
week
with
bran
and
water
.
I
had
rather
pray
a
month
with
mutton
and
porridge
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
And
Don
Armado
shall
be
your
keeper
.
My
Lord
Berowne
,
see
him
delivered
o’er
,
And
go
we
,
lords
,
to
put
in
practice
that
Which
each
to
other
hath
so
strongly
sworn
.
King
,
Longaville
,
and
Dumaine
exit
.
I’ll
lay
my
head
to
any
goodman’s
hat
,
These
oaths
and
laws
will
prove
an
idle
scorn
.
Sirrah
,
come
on
.
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Armado
and
Mote
,
his
page
.
Boy
,
what
sign
is
it
when
a
man
of
great
spirit
grows
melancholy
?
A
great
sign
,
sir
,
that
he
will
look
sad
.
Why
,
sadness
is
one
and
the
selfsame
thing
,
dear
imp
.
No
,
no
.
O
Lord
,
sir
,
no
!
How
canst
thou
part
sadness
and
melancholy
,
my
tender
juvenal
?
By
a
familiar
demonstration
of
the
working
,
my
tough
signior
.
Why
tough
signior
?
Why
tough
signior
?
Why
tender
juvenal
?
Why
tender
juvenal
?
I
spoke
it
tender
juvenal
as
a
congruent
epitheton
appertaining
to
thy
young
days
,
which
we
may
nominate
tender
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
And
I
tough
signior
as
an
appurtenant
title
to
your
old
time
,
which
we
may
name
tough
.
Pretty
and
apt
.
How
mean
you
,
sir
?
I
pretty
and
my
saying
apt
,
or
I
apt
and
my
saying
pretty
?
Thou
pretty
because
little
.
Little
pretty
,
because
little
.
Wherefore
apt
?
And
therefore
apt
,
because
quick
.
Speak
you
this
in
my
praise
,
master
?
In
thy
condign
praise
.
I
will
praise
an
eel
with
the
same
praise
.
What
,
that
an
eel
is
ingenious
?
That
an
eel
is
quick
.
I
do
say
thou
art
quick
in
answers
.
Thou
heat’st
my
blood
.
I
am
answered
,
sir
.
I
love
not
to
be
crossed
.
,
aside
He
speaks
the
mere
contrary
;
crosses
love
not
him
.
I
have
promised
to
study
three
years
with
the
Duke
.
You
may
do
it
in
an
hour
,
sir
.
Impossible
.
How
many
is
one
thrice
told
?
I
am
ill
at
reckoning
.
It
fitteth
the
spirit
of
a
tapster
.
You
are
a
gentleman
and
a
gamester
,
sir
.
I
confess
both
.
They
are
both
the
varnish
of
a
complete
man
.
Then
I
am
sure
you
know
how
much
the
gross
sum
of
deuce-ace
amounts
to
.
It
doth
amount
to
one
more
than
two
.
Which
the
base
vulgar
do
call
three
.
True
.
Why
,
sir
,
is
this
such
a
piece
of
study
?
Now
here
is
three
studied
ere
you’ll
thrice
wink
.
And
how
ACT 1. SC. 2
easy
it
is
to
put
years
to
the
word
three
and
study
three
years
in
two
words
,
the
dancing
horse
will
tell
you
.
A
most
fine
figure
.
,
aside
To
prove
you
a
cipher
.
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
humor
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
curtsy
.
I
think
scorn
to
sigh
;
methinks
I
should
outswear
Cupid
.
Comfort
me
,
boy
.
What
great
men
have
been
in
love
?
Hercules
,
master
.
Most
sweet
Hercules
!
More
authority
,
dear
boy
,
name
more
;
and
,
sweet
my
child
,
let
them
be
men
of
good
repute
and
carriage
.
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
.
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
Mote
?
A
woman
,
master
.
Of
what
complexion
?
Of
all
the
four
,
or
the
three
,
or
the
two
,
or
one
of
the
four
.
Tell
me
precisely
of
what
complexion
.
Of
the
sea-water
green
,
sir
.
Is
that
one
of
the
four
complexions
?
As
I
have
read
,
sir
,
and
the
best
of
them
too
.
Green
indeed
is
the
color
of
lovers
.
But
to
have
a
love
of
that
color
,
methinks
Samson
had
small
reason
for
it
.
He
surely
affected
her
for
her
wit
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
It
was
so
,
sir
,
for
she
had
a
green
wit
.
My
love
is
most
immaculate
white
and
red
.
Most
maculate
thoughts
,
master
,
are
masked
under
such
colors
.
Define
,
define
,
well-educated
infant
.
My
father’s
wit
and
my
mother’s
tongue
,
assist
me
.
Sweet
invocation
of
a
child
,
most
pretty
and
pathetical
.
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
.
Is
there
not
a
ballad
,
boy
,
of
The
King
and
the
Beggar
?
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
.
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
.
,
aside
To
be
whipped
—
and
yet
a
better
love
than
my
master
.
Sing
,
boy
.
My
spirit
grows
heavy
in
love
.
,
aside
And
that’s
great
marvel
,
loving
a
light
wench
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
I
say
sing
.
Forbear
till
this
company
be
past
.
Enter
Clown
(
Costard
,
)
Constable
(
Dull
,
)
and
Wench
(
Jaquenetta
.
)
,
to
Armado
Sir
,
the
Duke’s
pleasure
is
that
you
keep
Costard
safe
,
and
you
must
suffer
him
to
take
no
delight
,
nor
no
penance
,
but
he
must
fast
three
days
a
week
.
For
this
damsel
,
I
must
keep
her
at
the
park
.
She
is
allowed
for
the
dey-woman
.
Fare
you
well
.
,
aside
I
do
betray
myself
with
blushing
.
—
Maid
.
Man
.
I
will
visit
thee
at
the
lodge
.
That’s
hereby
.
I
know
where
it
is
situate
.
Lord
,
how
wise
you
are
.
I
will
tell
thee
wonders
.
With
that
face
?
I
love
thee
.
So
I
heard
you
say
.
And
so
,
farewell
.
Fair
weather
after
you
.
Come
,
Jaquenetta
,
away
.
Dull
and
Jaquenetta
exit
.
,
to
Costard
Villain
,
thou
shalt
fast
for
thy
offenses
ere
thou
be
pardoned
.
Well
,
sir
,
I
hope
when
I
do
it
I
shall
do
it
on
a
full
stomach
.
Thou
shalt
be
heavily
punished
.
I
am
more
bound
to
you
than
your
fellows
,
for
they
are
but
lightly
rewarded
.
,
to
Boy
Take
away
this
villain
.
Shut
him
up
.
Come
,
you
transgressing
slave
,
away
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
,
to
Armado
Let
me
not
be
pent
up
,
sir
.
I
will
fast
being
loose
.
No
,
sir
,
that
were
fast
and
loose
.
Thou
shalt
to
prison
.
Well
,
if
ever
I
do
see
the
merry
days
of
desolation
that
I
have
seen
,
some
shall
see
.
What
shall
some
see
?
Nay
,
nothing
,
Master
Mote
,
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
.
Costard
and
Boy
exit
.
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
,
valor
;
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
.
He
exits
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
the
Princess
of
France
,
with
three
attending
Ladies
(
Rosaline
,
Maria
,
and
Katherine
)
,
Boyet
and
other
Lords
.
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
besides
And
prodigally
gave
them
all
to
you
.
Good
Lord
Boyet
,
my
beauty
,
though
but
mean
,
Needs
not
the
painted
flourish
of
your
praise
.
Beauty
is
bought
by
judgment
of
the
eye
,
Not
uttered
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
,
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
Proud
of
employment
,
willingly
I
go
.
All
pride
is
willing
pride
,
and
yours
is
so
.
Boyet
exits
.
Who
are
the
votaries
,
my
loving
lords
,
That
are
vow-fellows
with
this
virtuous
duke
?
Lord
Longaville
is
one
.
Know
you
the
man
?
I
know
him
,
madam
.
At
a
marriage
feast
Between
Lord
Perigort
and
the
beauteous
heir
Of
Jaques
Falconbridge
,
solemnizèd
In
Normandy
,
saw
I
this
Longaville
.
A
man
of
sovereign
parts
he
is
esteemed
,
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Some
merry
mocking
lord
,
belike
.
Is
’t
so
?
They
say
so
most
that
most
his
humors
know
.
Such
short-lived
wits
do
wither
as
they
grow
.
Who
are
the
rest
?
The
young
Dumaine
,
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
Alanson’s
once
,
And
much
too
little
of
that
good
I
saw
Is
my
report
to
his
great
worthiness
.
Another
of
these
students
at
that
time
Was
there
with
him
,
if
I
have
heard
a
truth
.
Berowne
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
agèd
ears
play
truant
at
his
tales
,
And
younger
hearings
are
quite
ravishèd
,
So
sweet
and
voluble
is
his
discourse
.
God
bless
my
ladies
,
are
they
all
in
love
,
That
every
one
her
own
hath
garnishèd
With
such
bedecking
ornaments
of
praise
?
Here
comes
Boyet
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Enter
Boyet
.
Now
,
what
admittance
,
lord
?
Navarre
had
notice
of
your
fair
approach
,
And
he
and
his
competitors
in
oath
Were
all
addressed
to
meet
you
,
gentle
lady
,
Before
I
came
.
Marry
,
thus
much
I
have
learned
:
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
.
Enter
King
of
Navarre
,
Longaville
,
Dumaine
,
and
Berowne
.
Here
comes
Navarre
.
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
.
You
shall
be
welcome
,
madam
,
to
my
court
.
I
will
be
welcome
,
then
.
Conduct
me
thither
.
Hear
me
,
dear
lady
.
I
have
sworn
an
oath
.
Our
Lady
help
my
lord
!
He’ll
be
forsworn
.
Not
for
the
world
,
fair
madam
,
by
my
will
.
Why
,
will
shall
break
it
,
will
and
nothing
else
.
Your
Ladyship
is
ignorant
what
it
is
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Were
my
lord
so
,
his
ignorance
were
wise
,
Where
now
his
knowledge
must
prove
ignorance
.
I
hear
your
Grace
hath
sworn
out
housekeeping
.
’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
.
She
gives
him
a
paper
.
Madam
,
I
will
,
if
suddenly
I
may
.
You
will
the
sooner
that
I
were
away
,
For
you’ll
prove
perjured
if
you
make
me
stay
.
They
walk
aside
while
the
King
reads
the
paper
.
,
to
Rosaline
Did
not
I
dance
with
you
in
Brabant
once
?
Did
not
I
dance
with
you
in
Brabant
once
?
I
know
you
did
.
How
needless
was
it
then
To
ask
the
question
.
You
must
not
be
so
quick
.
’Tis
long
of
you
that
spur
me
with
such
questions
.
Your
wit’s
too
hot
,
it
speeds
too
fast
;
’twill
tire
.
Not
till
it
leave
the
rider
in
the
mire
.
What
time
o’
day
?
The
hour
that
fools
should
ask
.
Now
fair
befall
your
mask
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Fair
fall
the
face
it
covers
.
And
send
you
many
lovers
.
Amen
,
so
you
be
none
.
Nay
,
then
,
will
I
be
gone
.
,
coming
forward
with
the
Princess
Madam
,
your
father
here
doth
intimate
The
payment
of
a
hundred
thousand
crowns
,
Being
but
the
one
half
of
an
entire
sum
Disbursèd
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
.
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
I
do
protest
I
never
heard
of
it
;
And
if
you
prove
it
,
I’ll
repay
it
back
Or
yield
up
Aquitaine
.
We
arrest
your
word
.
—
Boyet
,
you
can
produce
acquittances
For
such
a
sum
from
special
officers
Of
Charles
his
father
.
Satisfy
me
so
.
So
please
your
Grace
,
the
packet
is
not
come
Where
that
and
other
specialties
are
bound
.
Tomorrow
you
shall
have
a
sight
of
them
.
It
shall
suffice
me
;
at
which
interview
All
liberal
reason
I
will
yield
unto
.
Meantime
receive
such
welcome
at
my
hand
As
honor
(
without
breach
of
honor
)
may
Make
tender
of
to
thy
true
worthiness
.
You
may
not
come
,
fair
princess
,
within
my
gates
,
But
here
without
you
shall
be
so
received
As
you
shall
deem
yourself
lodged
in
my
heart
,
Though
so
denied
fair
harbor
in
my
house
.
Your
own
good
thoughts
excuse
me
,
and
farewell
.
Tomorrow
shall
we
visit
you
again
.
Sweet
health
and
fair
desires
consort
your
Grace
.
Thy
own
wish
wish
I
thee
in
every
place
.
He
exits
with
Dumaine
,
Longaville
,
and
Attendants
.
,
to
Rosaline
Lady
,
I
will
commend
you
to
my
own
heart
.
Pray
you
,
do
my
commendations
.
I
would
be
glad
to
see
it
.
I
would
you
heard
it
groan
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Is
the
fool
sick
?
Sick
at
the
heart
.
Alack
,
let
it
blood
.
Would
that
do
it
good
?
My
physic
says
ay
.
Will
you
prick
’t
with
your
eye
?
No
point
,
with
my
knife
.
Now
God
save
thy
life
.
And
yours
from
long
living
.
I
cannot
stay
thanksgiving
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Dumaine
.
,
to
Boyet
Sir
,
I
pray
you
,
a
word
.
What
lady
is
that
same
?
The
heir
of
Alanson
,
Katherine
her
name
.
A
gallant
lady
,
monsieur
.
Fare
you
well
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Longaville
.
,
to
Boyet
I
beseech
you
,
a
word
.
What
is
she
in
the
white
?
A
woman
sometimes
,
an
you
saw
her
in
the
light
.
Perchance
light
in
the
light
.
I
desire
her
name
.
She
hath
but
one
for
herself
;
to
desire
that
were
a
shame
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
whose
daughter
?
Her
mother’s
,
I
have
heard
.
God’s
blessing
on
your
beard
!
Good
sir
,
be
not
offended
.
She
is
an
heir
of
Falconbridge
.
Nay
,
my
choler
is
ended
.
She
is
a
most
sweet
lady
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Not
unlike
,
sir
,
that
may
be
.
Longaville
exits
.
Enter
Berowne
.
,
to
Boyet
What’s
her
name
in
the
cap
?
Rosaline
,
by
good
hap
.
Is
she
wedded
or
no
?
To
her
will
,
sir
,
or
so
.
You
are
welcome
,
sir
.
Adieu
.
Farewell
to
me
,
sir
,
and
welcome
to
you
.
Berowne
exits
.
That
last
is
Berowne
,
the
merry
madcap
lord
.
Not
a
word
with
him
but
a
jest
.
And
every
jest
but
a
word
.
It
was
well
done
of
you
to
take
him
at
his
word
.
I
was
as
willing
to
grapple
as
he
was
to
board
.
Two
hot
sheeps
,
marry
.
And
wherefore
not
ships
?
No
sheep
,
sweet
lamb
,
unless
we
feed
on
your
lips
.
You
sheep
and
I
pasture
.
Shall
that
finish
the
jest
?
So
you
grant
pasture
for
me
.
He
tries
to
kiss
her
.
Not
so
,
gentle
beast
,
My
lips
are
no
common
,
though
several
they
be
.
Belonging
to
whom
?
To
my
fortunes
and
me
.
Good
wits
will
be
jangling
;
but
,
gentles
,
agree
,
This
civil
war
of
wits
were
much
better
used
On
Navarre
and
his
bookmen
,
for
here
’tis
abused
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
If
my
observation
,
which
very
seldom
lies
,
By
the
heart’s
still
rhetoric
,
disclosèd
wi’
th’
eyes
,
Deceive
me
not
now
,
Navarre
is
infected
.
With
what
?
With
that
which
we
lovers
entitle
affected
.
Your
reason
?
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
impressed
,
Proud
with
his
form
,
in
his
eye
pride
expressed
.
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
locked
in
his
eye
,
As
jewels
in
crystal
for
some
prince
to
buy
,
Who
,
tend’ring
their
own
worth
from
where
they
were
glassed
,
Did
point
you
to
buy
them
along
as
you
passed
.
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
.
,
to
her
Ladies
Come
,
to
our
pavilion
.
Boyet
is
disposed
.
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
.
Thou
art
an
old
lovemonger
and
speakest
skillfully
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
He
is
Cupid’s
grandfather
,
and
learns
news
of
him
.
Then
was
Venus
like
her
mother
,
for
her
father
is
but
grim
.
Do
you
hear
,
my
mad
wenches
?
No
.
What
then
,
do
you
see
?
Ay
,
our
way
to
be
gone
.
You
are
too
hard
for
me
.
They
all
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Braggart
Armado
and
his
Boy
.
Warble
,
child
,
make
passionate
my
sense
of
hearing
.
sings
Concolinel
.
Sweet
air
.
Go
,
tenderness
of
years
.
He
hands
over
a
key
.
Take
this
key
,
give
enlargement
to
the
swain
,
bring
him
festinately
hither
.
I
must
employ
him
in
a
letter
to
my
love
.
Master
,
will
you
win
your
love
with
a
French
brawl
?
How
meanest
thou
?
Brawling
in
French
?
No
,
my
complete
master
,
but
to
jig
off
a
tune
at
the
tongue’s
end
,
canary
to
it
with
your
feet
,
humor
it
with
turning
up
your
eyelids
,
sigh
a
note
and
sing
a
note
,
sometimes
through
the
throat
as
if
you
swallowed
love
with
singing
love
,
sometimes
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
compliments
,
these
are
humors
;
these
betray
nice
wenches
that
would
be
betrayed
without
these
,
and
make
them
men
of
ACT 3. SC. 1
note
—
do
you
note
me
?
—
that
most
are
affected
to
these
.
How
hast
thou
purchased
this
experience
?
By
my
penny
of
observation
.
But
O
—
but
O
—
.
The
hobby-horse
is
forgot
.
Call’st
thou
my
love
hobby-horse
?
No
,
master
.
The
hobby-horse
is
but
a
colt
,
aside
and
your
love
perhaps
a
hackney
.
—
But
have
you
forgot
your
love
?
Almost
I
had
.
Negligent
student
,
learn
her
by
heart
.
By
heart
and
in
heart
,
boy
.
And
out
of
heart
,
master
.
All
those
three
I
will
prove
.
What
wilt
thou
prove
?
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
.
I
am
all
these
three
.
And
three
times
as
much
more
,
aside
and
yet
nothing
at
all
.
Fetch
hither
the
swain
.
He
must
carry
me
a
letter
.
A
message
well
sympathized
—
a
horse
to
be
ambassador
for
an
ass
.
Ha
?
Ha
?
What
sayest
thou
?
Marry
,
sir
,
you
must
send
the
ass
upon
the
horse
,
for
he
is
very
slow-gaited
.
But
I
go
.
The
way
is
but
short
.
Away
!
As
swift
as
lead
,
sir
.
Thy
meaning
,
pretty
ingenious
?
Is
not
lead
a
metal
heavy
,
dull
,
and
slow
?
ACT 3. SC. 1
Minime
,
honest
master
,
or
rather
,
master
,
no
.
I
say
lead
is
slow
.
You
are
too
swift
,
sir
,
to
say
so
.
Is
that
lead
slow
which
is
fired
from
a
gun
?
Sweet
smoke
of
rhetoric
!
He
reputes
me
a
cannon
,
and
the
bullet
,
that’s
he
.
—
I
shoot
thee
at
the
swain
.
Thump
,
then
,
and
I
flee
.
He
exits
.
A
most
acute
juvenal
,
voluble
and
free
of
grace
.
By
thy
favor
,
sweet
welkin
,
I
must
sigh
in
thy
face
.
Most
rude
melancholy
,
valor
gives
thee
place
.
My
herald
is
returned
.
Enter
Boy
and
Clown
Costard
.
A
wonder
,
master
!
Here’s
a
costard
broken
in
a
shin
.
Some
enigma
,
some
riddle
.
Come
,
thy
l’envoi
begin
.
No
egma
,
no
riddle
,
no
l’envoi
,
no
salve
in
the
mail
,
sir
.
O
,
sir
,
plantain
,
a
plain
plantain
!
No
l’envoi
,
no
l’envoi
,
no
salve
,
sir
,
but
a
plantain
.
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’envoi
,
and
the
word
l’envoi
for
a
salve
?
Do
the
wise
think
them
other
?
Is
not
l’envoi
a
salve
?
No
,
page
,
it
is
an
epilogue
or
discourse
to
make
plain
ACT 3. SC. 1
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’envoi
.
I
will
add
the
l’envoi
.
Say
the
moral
again
.
The
fox
,
the
ape
,
and
the
humble-bee
Were
still
at
odds
,
being
but
three
.
Until
the
goose
came
out
of
door
And
stayed
the
odds
by
adding
four
.
Now
will
I
begin
your
moral
,
and
do
you
follow
with
my
l’envoi
.
The
fox
,
the
ape
,
and
the
humble-bee
Were
still
at
odds
,
being
but
three
.
Until
the
goose
came
out
of
door
,
Staying
the
odds
by
adding
four
.
A
good
l’envoi
,
ending
in
the
goose
.
Would
you
desire
more
?
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’envoi
—
ay
,
that’s
a
fat
goose
.
Come
hither
,
come
hither
.
How
did
this
argument
begin
?
By
saying
that
a
costard
was
broken
in
a
shin
.
Then
called
you
for
the
l’envoi
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
True
,
and
I
for
a
plantain
.
Thus
came
your
argument
in
.
Then
the
boy’s
fat
l’envoi
,
the
goose
that
you
bought
;
and
he
ended
the
market
.
But
tell
me
,
how
was
there
a
costard
broken
in
a
shin
?
I
will
tell
you
sensibly
.
Thou
hast
no
feeling
of
it
,
Mote
.
I
will
speak
that
l’envoi
.
I
,
Costard
,
running
out
,
that
was
safely
within
,
Fell
over
the
threshold
and
broke
my
shin
.
We
will
talk
no
more
of
this
matter
.
Till
there
be
more
matter
in
the
shin
.
Sirrah
Costard
,
I
will
enfranchise
thee
.
O
,
marry
me
to
one
Frances
!
I
smell
some
l’envoi
,
some
goose
,
in
this
.
By
my
sweet
soul
,
I
mean
,
setting
thee
at
liberty
,
enfreedoming
thy
person
.
Thou
wert
immured
,
restrained
,
captivated
,
bound
.
True
,
true
;
and
now
you
will
be
my
purgation
,
and
let
me
loose
.
I
give
thee
thy
liberty
,
set
thee
from
durance
,
and
,
in
lieu
thereof
,
impose
on
thee
nothing
but
this
:
bear
this
significant
to
the
country
maid
Jaquenetta
.
(
He
gives
him
a
paper
.
)
There
is
remuneration
(
giving
him
a
coin
,
)
for
the
best
ward
of
mine
honor
is
rewarding
my
dependents
.
—
Mote
,
follow
.
He
exits
.
Like
the
sequel
,
I
.
Signior
Costard
,
adieu
.
He
exits
.
My
sweet
ounce
of
man’s
flesh
,
my
incony
Jew
!
Now
will
I
look
to
his
remuneration
.
He
looks
at
the
coin
.
Remuneration
!
O
,
that’s
the
Latin
word
for
three
farthings
.
Three
farthings
—
remuneration
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
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
.
Enter
Berowne
.
My
good
knave
Costard
,
exceedingly
well
met
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
how
much
carnation
ribbon
may
a
man
buy
for
a
remuneration
?
What
is
a
remuneration
?
Marry
,
sir
,
halfpenny
farthing
.
Why
then
,
three
farthing
worth
of
silk
.
I
thank
your
Worship
.
God
be
wi’
you
.
He
begins
to
exit
.
Stay
,
slave
,
I
must
employ
thee
.
As
thou
wilt
win
my
favor
,
good
my
knave
,
Do
one
thing
for
me
that
I
shall
entreat
.
When
would
you
have
it
done
,
sir
?
This
afternoon
.
Well
,
I
will
do
it
,
sir
.
Fare
you
well
.
Thou
knowest
not
what
it
is
.
I
shall
know
,
sir
,
when
I
have
done
it
.
Why
,
villain
,
thou
must
know
first
.
I
will
come
to
your
Worship
tomorrow
morning
.
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
ACT 3. SC. 1
This
sealed-up
counsel
.
There’s
thy
guerdon
.
He
gives
him
money
.
Go
.
Gardon
.
He
looks
at
the
money
.
O
sweet
gardon
!
Better
than
remuneration
,
a
’levenpence
farthing
better
!
Most
sweet
gardon
.
I
will
do
it
,
sir
,
in
print
.
Gardon
!
Remuneration
!
He
exits
.
And
I
forsooth
in
love
!
I
that
have
been
love’s
whip
,
A
very
beadle
to
a
humorous
sigh
,
A
critic
,
nay
,
a
nightwatch
constable
,
A
domineering
pedant
o’er
the
boy
,
Than
whom
no
mortal
so
magnificent
.
This
wimpled
,
whining
,
purblind
,
wayward
boy
,
This
Signior
Junior
,
giant
dwarf
,
Dan
Cupid
,
Regent
of
love
rhymes
,
lord
of
folded
arms
,
Th’
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
colors
like
a
tumbler’s
hoop
!
What
?
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
watched
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
whitely
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
ACT 3. SC. 1
That
Cupid
will
impose
for
my
neglect
Of
his
almighty
dreadful
little
might
.
Well
,
I
will
love
,
write
,
sigh
,
pray
,
sue
,
groan
.
Some
men
must
love
my
lady
,
and
some
Joan
.
He
exits
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
the
Princess
,
a
Forester
,
her
Ladies
,
Boyet
and
her
other
Lords
.
Was
that
the
King
that
spurred
his
horse
so
hard
Against
the
steep
uprising
of
the
hill
?
I
know
not
,
but
I
think
it
was
not
he
.
Whoe’er
he
was
,
he
showed
a
mounting
mind
.
—
Well
,
lords
,
today
we
shall
have
our
dispatch
.
Or
Saturday
we
will
return
to
France
.
—
Then
,
forester
,
my
friend
,
where
is
the
bush
That
we
must
stand
and
play
the
murderer
in
?
Hereby
,
upon
the
edge
of
yonder
coppice
,
A
stand
where
you
may
make
the
fairest
shoot
.
I
thank
my
beauty
,
I
am
fair
that
shoot
,
And
thereupon
thou
speakst
the
fairest
shoot
.
Pardon
me
,
madam
,
for
I
meant
not
so
.
What
,
what
?
First
praise
me
,
and
again
say
no
?
O
short-lived
pride
.
Not
fair
?
Alack
,
for
woe
!
ACT 4. SC. 1
Yes
,
madam
,
fair
.
Nay
,
never
paint
me
now
.
Where
fair
is
not
,
praise
cannot
mend
the
brow
.
Here
,
good
my
glass
,
take
this
for
telling
true
.
She
gives
him
money
.
Fair
payment
for
foul
words
is
more
than
due
.
Nothing
but
fair
is
that
which
you
inherit
.
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
.
He
hands
her
a
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
.
Do
not
curst
wives
hold
that
self
sovereignty
Only
for
praise’
sake
when
they
strive
to
be
Lords
o’er
their
lords
?
Only
for
praise
;
and
praise
we
may
afford
To
any
lady
that
subdues
a
lord
.
Enter
Clown
Costard
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Here
comes
a
member
of
the
commonwealth
.
God
dig-you-den
all
!
Pray
you
,
which
is
the
head
lady
?
Thou
shalt
know
her
,
fellow
,
by
the
rest
that
have
no
heads
.
Which
is
the
greatest
lady
,
the
highest
?
The
thickest
and
the
tallest
.
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
.
What’s
your
will
,
sir
?
What’s
your
will
?
I
have
a
letter
from
Monsieur
Berowne
to
one
Lady
Rosaline
.
O
,
thy
letter
,
thy
letter
!
He’s
a
good
friend
of
mine
.
Stand
aside
,
good
bearer
.
—
Boyet
,
you
can
carve
.
Break
up
this
capon
.
,
taking
the
letter
I
am
bound
to
serve
.
This
letter
is
mistook
;
it
importeth
none
here
.
It
is
writ
to
Jaquenetta
.
We
will
read
it
,
I
swear
.
Break
the
neck
of
the
wax
,
and
everyone
give
ear
.
reads
.
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
ACT 4. SC. 1
annothanize
in
the
vulgar
(
O
base
and
obscure
vulgar
!
)
videlicet
,
He
came
,
see
,
and
overcame
:
He
came
,
one
;
see
,
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
.
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
.
What
plume
of
feathers
is
he
that
indited
this
letter
?
What
vane
?
What
weathercock
?
Did
you
ever
hear
better
?
I
am
much
deceived
but
I
remember
the
style
.
Else
your
memory
is
bad
,
going
o’er
it
erewhile
.
This
Armado
is
a
Spaniard
that
keeps
here
in
court
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
A
phantasime
,
a
Monarcho
,
and
one
that
makes
sport
To
the
Prince
and
his
bookmates
.
,
to
Costard
Thou
,
fellow
,
a
word
.
Who
gave
thee
this
letter
?
I
told
you
:
my
lord
.
To
whom
shouldst
thou
give
it
?
From
my
lord
to
my
lady
.
From
which
lord
to
which
lady
?
From
my
Lord
Berowne
,
a
good
master
of
mine
,
To
a
lady
of
France
that
he
called
Rosaline
.
Thou
hast
mistaken
his
letter
.
Come
,
lords
,
away
.
To
Rosaline
.
Here
,
sweet
,
put
up
this
;
’twill
be
thine
another
day
.
The
Princess
,
Katherine
,
Lords
,
and
Forester
exit
.
Boyet
,
Rosaline
,
Maria
,
and
Costard
remain
.
Who
is
the
shooter
?
Who
is
the
shooter
?
Shall
I
teach
you
to
know
?
Ay
,
my
continent
of
beauty
.
Why
,
she
that
bears
the
bow
.
Finely
put
off
.
My
lady
goes
to
kill
horns
,
but
if
thou
marry
,
Hang
me
by
the
neck
if
horns
that
year
miscarry
.
Finely
put
on
.
Well
,
then
,
I
am
the
shooter
.
And
who
is
your
deer
?
ACT 4. SC. 1
If
we
choose
by
the
horns
,
yourself
come
not
near
.
Finely
put
on
,
indeed
.
You
still
wrangle
with
her
,
Boyet
,
and
she
strikes
at
the
brow
.
But
she
herself
is
hit
lower
.
Have
I
hit
her
now
?
Shall
I
come
upon
thee
with
an
old
saying
,
that
was
a
man
when
King
Pippen
of
France
was
a
little
boy
,
as
touching
the
hit
it
?
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
.
sings
Thou
canst
not
hit
it
,
hit
it
,
hit
it
,
Thou
canst
not
hit
it
,
my
good
man
.
sings
An
I
cannot
,
cannot
,
cannot
,
An
I
cannot
,
another
can
.
Rosaline
exits
.
By
my
troth
,
most
pleasant
.
How
both
did
fit
it
!
A
mark
marvelous
well
shot
,
for
they
both
did
hit
it
.
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
.
Wide
o’
the
bow
hand
!
I’
faith
,
your
hand
is
out
.
Indeed
,
he
must
shoot
nearer
,
or
he’ll
ne’er
hit
the
clout
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
to
Maria
An
if
my
hand
be
out
,
then
belike
your
hand
is
in
.
Then
will
she
get
the
upshoot
by
cleaving
the
pin
.
Come
,
come
,
you
talk
greasily
.
Your
lips
grow
foul
.
,
to
Boyet
She’s
too
hard
for
you
at
pricks
,
sir
.
Challenge
her
to
bowl
.
I
fear
too
much
rubbing
.
Good
night
,
my
good
owl
.
Boyet
and
Maria
exit
.
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
he
will
swear
.
And
his
page
o’
t’
other
side
,
that
handful
of
wit
!
Ah
heavens
,
it
is
a
most
pathetical
nit
.
Shout
within
.
Sola
,
sola
!
He
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Dull
the
Constable
,
Holofernes
the
Pedant
,
and
Nathaniel
the
Curate
.
Very
reverend
sport
,
truly
,
and
done
in
the
testimony
of
a
good
conscience
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
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
.
Truly
,
Master
Holofernes
,
the
epithets
are
sweetly
varied
,
like
a
scholar
at
the
least
.
But
,
sir
,
I
assure
you
,
it
was
a
buck
of
the
first
head
.
Sir
Nathaniel
,
haud
credo
.
’Twas
not
a
haud
credo
,
’twas
a
pricket
.
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
.
I
said
the
deer
was
not
a
haud
credo
,
’twas
a
pricket
.
Twice-sod
simplicity
,
bis
coctus
!
O
thou
monster
ignorance
,
how
deformed
dost
thou
look
!
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
But
omne
bene
,
say
I
,
being
of
an
old
father’s
mind
:
Many
can
brook
the
weather
that
love
not
the
wind
.
You
two
are
bookmen
.
Can
you
tell
me
by
your
wit
What
was
a
month
old
at
Cain’s
birth
that’s
not
five
weeks
old
as
yet
?
Dictynna
,
goodman
Dull
,
Dictynna
,
goodman
Dull
.
What
is
dictima
?
A
title
to
Phoebe
,
to
Luna
,
to
the
moon
.
The
moon
was
a
month
old
when
Adam
was
no
more
.
And
raught
not
to
five
weeks
when
he
came
to
fivescore
.
Th’
allusion
holds
in
the
exchange
.
’Tis
true
indeed
.
The
collusion
holds
in
the
exchange
.
God
comfort
thy
capacity
!
I
say
,
th’
allusion
holds
in
the
exchange
.
And
I
say
the
pollution
holds
in
the
exchange
,
for
the
moon
is
never
but
a
month
old
.
And
I
say
besides
that
,
’twas
a
pricket
that
the
Princess
killed
.
Sir
Nathaniel
,
will
you
hear
an
extemporal
epitaph
on
the
death
of
the
deer
?
And
,
to
humor
the
ignorant
,
call
I
the
deer
the
Princess
killed
a
pricket
.
Perge
,
good
Master
Holofernes
,
perge
,
so
it
shall
please
you
to
abrogate
scurrility
.
I
will
something
affect
the
letter
,
for
it
argues
facility
.
The
preyful
princess
pierced
and
pricked
a
pretty
pleasing
pricket
,
Some
say
a
sore
,
but
not
a
sore
till
now
made
sore
with
shooting
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
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
o’
sorel
.
Of
one
sore
I
an
hundred
make
by
adding
but
one
more
L
.
A
rare
talent
.
,
aside
If
a
talent
be
a
claw
,
look
how
he
claws
him
with
a
talent
.
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
.
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
.
Mehercle
,
if
their
sons
be
ingenious
,
they
shall
want
no
instruction
;
if
their
daughters
be
capable
,
I
will
put
it
to
them
.
But
Vir
sapis
qui
pauca
loquitur
.
A
soul
feminine
saluteth
us
.
Enter
Jaquenetta
and
the
Clown
Costard
.
,
to
Nathaniel
God
give
you
good
morrow
,
Master
Person
.
Master
Person
,
quasi
pierce
one
.
And
if
one
should
be
pierced
,
which
is
the
one
?
Marry
,
Master
Schoolmaster
,
he
that
is
likeliest
to
a
hogshead
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Of
piercing
a
hogshead
!
A
good
luster
of
conceit
in
a
turf
of
earth
;
fire
enough
for
a
flint
,
pearl
enough
for
a
swine
.
’Tis
pretty
,
it
is
well
.
,
to
Nathaniel
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
.
She
hands
Nathaniel
a
paper
,
which
he
looks
at
.
Facile
precor
gelida
quando
peccas
omnia
sub
umbra
.
Ruminat
—
and
so
forth
.
Ah
,
good
old
Mantuan
!
I
may
speak
of
thee
as
the
traveler
doth
of
Venice
:
Venetia
,
Venetia
,
Chi
non
ti
vede
,
non
ti
pretia
.
Old
Mantuan
,
old
Mantuan
!
Who
understandeth
thee
not
,
loves
thee
not
.
(
He
sings
.
)
Ut
,
re
,
sol
,
la
,
mi
,
fa
.
(
To
Nathaniel
.
)
Under
pardon
,
sir
,
what
are
the
contents
?
Or
rather
,
as
Horace
says
in
his
—
(
Looking
at
the
letter
.
)
What
,
my
soul
,
verses
?
Ay
,
sir
,
and
very
learned
.
Let
me
hear
a
staff
,
a
stanza
,
a
verse
,
Lege
,
domine
.
,
reads
If
love
make
me
forsworn
,
how
shall
I
swear
to
love
?
Ah
,
never
faith
could
hold
,
if
not
to
beauty
vowed
!
Though
to
myself
forsworn
,
to
thee
I’ll
faithful
prove
.
Those
thoughts
to
me
were
oaks
,
to
thee
like
osiers
bowed
.
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-learnèd
is
that
tongue
that
well
can
thee
commend
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
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
.
You
find
not
the
apostrophus
,
and
so
miss
the
accent
.
Let
me
supervise
the
canzonet
.
He
takes
the
paper
.
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
odoriferous
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
?
Ay
,
sir
,
from
one
Monsieur
Berowne
,
one
of
the
strange
queen’s
lords
.
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
,
Berowne
.
Sir
Nathaniel
,
this
Berowne
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
.
To
Jaquenetta
.
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
.
Good
Costard
,
go
with
me
.
—
Sir
,
God
save
your
life
.
Have
with
thee
,
my
girl
.
Costard
and
Jaquenetta
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Sir
,
you
have
done
this
in
the
fear
of
God
very
religiously
;
and
,
as
a
certain
Father
saith
—
Sir
,
tell
not
me
of
the
Father
.
I
do
fear
colorable
colors
.
But
to
return
to
the
verses
:
did
they
please
you
,
Sir
Nathaniel
?
Marvelous
well
for
the
pen
.
I
do
dine
today
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
savoring
of
poetry
,
wit
,
nor
invention
.
I
beseech
your
society
.
And
thank
you
too
;
for
society
,
saith
the
text
,
is
the
happiness
of
life
.
And
certes
the
text
most
infallibly
concludes
it
.
To
Dull
.
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Berowne
with
a
paper
in
his
hand
,
alone
.
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
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
.
He
stands
aside
.
The
King
entereth
with
a
paper
.
Ay
me
!
,
aside
Shot
,
by
heaven
!
Proceed
,
sweet
Cupid
.
Thou
hast
thumped
him
with
thy
birdbolt
under
the
left
pap
.
In
faith
,
secrets
!
reads
So
sweet
a
kiss
the
golden
sun
gives
not
To
those
fresh
morning
drops
upon
the
rose
As
thy
eyebeams
,
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
shin’st
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
?
ACT 4. SC. 3
Enter
Longaville
,
with
papers
.
The
King
steps
aside
.
What
,
Longaville
,
and
reading
!
Listen
,
ear
.
,
aside
Now
,
in
thy
likeness
,
one
more
fool
appear
!
Ay
me
!
I
am
forsworn
.
,
aside
Why
,
he
comes
in
like
a
perjure
,
wearing
papers
!
,
aside
In
love
,
I
hope
!
Sweet
fellowship
in
shame
.
,
aside
One
drunkard
loves
another
of
the
name
.
Am
I
the
first
that
have
been
perjured
so
?
,
aside
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
.
I
fear
these
stubborn
lines
lack
power
to
move
.
Reads
.
O
sweet
Maria
,
empress
of
my
love
—
These
numbers
will
I
tear
and
write
in
prose
.
He
tears
the
paper
.
,
aside
O
,
rhymes
are
guards
on
wanton
Cupid’s
hose
.
Disfigure
not
his
shop
!
,
taking
another
paper
This
same
shall
go
.
(
He
reads
the
sonnet
.
)
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Thy
grace
being
gained
cures
all
disgrace
in
me
.
Vows
are
but
breath
,
and
breath
a
vapor
is
.
Then
thou
,
fair
sun
,
which
on
my
Earth
earth
dost
shine
,
Exhal’st
this
vapor-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
?
,
aside
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’
th’
way
.
By
whom
shall
I
send
this
?
—
Company
?
Stay
.
He
steps
aside
.
Enter
Dumaine
,
with
a
paper
.
,
aside
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
.
Dumaine
transformed
!
Four
woodcocks
in
a
dish
.
O
most
divine
Kate
!
,
aside
O
most
profane
coxcomb
!
By
heaven
,
the
wonder
in
a
mortal
eye
!
,
aside
By
Earth
earth
,
she
is
not
,
corporal
.
There
you
lie
.
Her
amber
hairs
for
foul
hath
amber
quoted
.
,
aside
An
amber-colored
raven
was
well
noted
.
As
upright
as
the
cedar
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
aside
Stoop
,
I
say
.
Her
shoulder
is
with
child
.
As
fair
as
day
.
,
aside
Ay
,
as
some
days
,
but
then
no
sun
must
shine
.
O
,
that
I
had
my
wish
!
,
aside
And
I
had
mine
!
,
aside
And
mine
too
,
good
Lord
!
,
aside
Amen
,
so
I
had
mine
.
Is
not
that
a
good
word
?
I
would
forget
her
,
but
a
fever
she
Reigns
in
my
blood
,
and
will
remembered
be
.
,
aside
A
fever
in
your
blood
?
Why
,
then
incision
Would
let
her
out
in
saucers
!
Sweet
misprision
.
Once
more
I’ll
read
the
ode
that
I
have
writ
.
,
aside
Once
more
I’ll
mark
how
love
can
vary
wit
.
reads
his
sonnet
.
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
,
Wished
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
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
,
Berowne
,
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
.
,
coming
forward
Dumaine
,
thy
love
is
far
from
charity
,
That
in
love’s
grief
desir’st
society
.
You
may
look
pale
,
but
I
should
blush
,
I
know
,
To
be
o’er-heard
and
taken
napping
so
.
,
coming
forward
To
Longaville
.
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
wreathèd
arms
athwart
His
loving
bosom
to
keep
down
his
heart
?
I
have
been
closely
shrouded
in
this
bush
And
marked
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
.
To
Longaville
.
You
would
for
paradise
break
faith
and
troth
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
To
Dumaine
.
And
Jove
,
for
your
love
,
would
infringe
an
oath
.
What
will
Berowne
say
when
that
he
shall
hear
Faith
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
.
,
coming
forward
Now
step
I
forth
to
whip
hypocrisy
.
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
?
To
Longaville
.
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
fool’ry
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
transformèd
to
a
gnat
!
To
see
great
Hercules
whipping
a
gig
,
And
profound
Solomon
to
tune
a
jig
,
And
Nestor
play
at
pushpin
with
the
boys
,
And
critic
Timon
laugh
at
idle
toys
.
Where
lies
thy
grief
,
O
tell
me
,
good
Dumaine
?
And
gentle
Longaville
,
where
lies
thy
pain
?
And
where
my
liege’s
?
All
about
the
breast
!
A
caudle
,
ho
!
Too
bitter
is
thy
jest
.
Are
we
betrayed
thus
to
thy
overview
?
ACT 4. SC. 3
Not
you
to
me
,
but
I
betrayed
by
you
.
I
,
that
am
honest
,
I
,
that
hold
it
sin
To
break
the
vow
I
am
engagèd
in
.
I
am
betrayed
by
keeping
company
With
men
like
you
,
men
of
inconstancy
.
When
shall
you
see
me
write
a
thing
in
rhyme
?
Or
groan
for
Joan
?
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
,
with
a
paper
,
and
Clown
Costard
.
Berowne
begins
to
exit
.
Soft
,
whither
away
so
fast
?
A
true
man
,
or
a
thief
,
that
gallops
so
?
I
post
from
love
.
Good
lover
,
let
me
go
.
God
bless
the
King
.
What
present
hast
thou
there
?
Some
certain
treason
.
What
makes
treason
here
?
Nay
,
it
makes
nothing
,
sir
.
If
it
mar
nothing
neither
,
The
treason
and
you
go
in
peace
away
together
.
I
beseech
your
Grace
,
let
this
letter
be
read
.
Our
person
misdoubts
it
.
’Twas
treason
,
he
said
.
Berowne
,
read
it
over
.
Berowne
reads
the
letter
.
To
Jaquenetta
.
Where
hadst
thou
it
?
ACT 4. SC. 3
Of
Costard
.
,
to
Costard
Where
hadst
thou
it
?
Of
Dun
Adramadio
,
Dun
Adramadio
.
Berowne
tears
the
paper
.
,
to
Berowne
How
now
,
what
is
in
you
?
Why
dost
thou
tear
it
?
A
toy
,
my
liege
,
a
toy
.
Your
Grace
needs
not
fear
it
.
It
did
move
him
to
passion
,
and
therefore
let’s
hear
it
.
,
picking
up
the
papers
It
is
Berowne’s
writing
,
and
here
is
his
name
.
,
to
Costard
Ah
,
you
whoreson
loggerhead
,
you
were
born
to
do
me
shame
.
—
Guilty
,
my
lord
,
guilty
.
I
confess
,
I
confess
.
What
?
That
you
three
fools
lacked
me
fool
to
make
up
the
mess
.
He
,
he
,
and
you
—
and
you
,
my
liege
—
and
I
Are
pickpurses
in
love
,
and
we
deserve
to
die
.
O
,
dismiss
this
audience
,
and
I
shall
tell
you
more
.
Now
the
number
is
even
.
True
,
true
,
we
are
four
.
Pointing
to
Jaquenetta
and
Costard
.
Will
these
turtles
be
gone
?
Hence
,
sirs
.
Away
.
Walk
aside
the
true
folk
,
and
let
the
traitors
stay
.
Jaquenetta
and
Costard
exit
.
Sweet
lords
,
sweet
lovers
,
O
,
let
us
embrace
.
As
true
we
are
as
flesh
and
blood
can
be
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
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
.
What
,
did
these
rent
lines
show
some
love
of
thine
?
Did
they
,
quoth
you
?
Who
sees
the
heavenly
Rosaline
That
,
like
a
rude
and
savage
man
of
Ind
At
the
first
op’ning
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
?
What
zeal
,
what
fury
,
hath
inspired
thee
now
?
My
love
,
her
mistress
,
is
a
gracious
moon
,
She
an
attending
star
scarce
seen
a
light
.
My
eyes
are
then
no
eyes
,
nor
I
Berowne
.
O
,
but
for
my
love
,
day
would
turn
to
night
!
Of
all
complexions
the
culled
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
withered
hermit
,
fivescore
winters
worn
,
Might
shake
off
fifty
,
looking
in
her
eye
.
Beauty
doth
varnish
age
,
as
if
newborn
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
And
gives
the
crutch
the
cradle’s
infancy
.
O
,
’tis
the
sun
that
maketh
all
things
shine
!
By
heaven
,
thy
love
is
black
as
ebony
.
Is
ebony
like
her
?
O
word
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
.
O
,
paradox
!
Black
is
the
badge
of
hell
,
The
hue
of
dungeons
and
the
school
of
night
,
And
beauty’s
crest
becomes
the
heavens
well
.
Devils
soonest
tempt
,
resembling
spirits
of
light
.
O
,
if
in
black
my
lady’s
brows
be
decked
,
It
mourns
that
painting
and
usurping
hair
Should
ravish
doters
with
a
false
aspect
:
And
therefore
is
she
born
to
make
black
fair
.
Her
favor
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
.
To
look
like
her
are
chimney-sweepers
black
.
And
since
her
time
are
colliers
counted
bright
.
And
Ethiopes
of
their
sweet
complexion
crack
.
Dark
needs
no
candles
now
,
for
dark
is
light
.
Your
mistresses
dare
never
come
in
rain
,
For
fear
their
colors
should
be
washed
away
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
’Twere
good
yours
did
,
for
,
sir
,
to
tell
you
plain
,
I’ll
find
a
fairer
face
not
washed
today
.
I’ll
prove
her
fair
,
or
talk
till
doomsday
here
.
No
devil
will
fright
thee
then
so
much
as
she
.
I
never
knew
man
hold
vile
stuff
so
dear
.
,
showing
his
shoe
Look
,
here’s
thy
love
;
my
foot
and
her
face
see
.
O
,
if
the
streets
were
pavèd
with
thine
eyes
.
Her
feet
were
much
too
dainty
for
such
tread
.
O
vile
!
Then
as
she
goes
,
what
upward
lies
The
street
should
see
as
she
walked
overhead
.
But
what
of
this
?
Are
we
not
all
in
love
?
Nothing
so
sure
,
and
thereby
all
forsworn
.
Then
leave
this
chat
,
and
,
good
Berowne
,
now
prove
Our
loving
lawful
,
and
our
faith
not
torn
.
Ay
,
marry
,
there
,
some
flattery
for
this
evil
.
O
,
some
authority
how
to
proceed
,
Some
tricks
,
some
quillets
,
how
to
cheat
the
devil
.
Some
salve
for
perjury
.
O
,
’tis
more
than
need
.
Have
at
you
,
then
,
affection’s
men-at-arms
!
O
,
we
have
made
a
vow
to
study
,
lords
,
And
in
that
vow
we
have
forsworn
our
books
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
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
enriched
you
with
?
Other
slow
arts
entirely
keep
the
brain
And
therefore
,
finding
barren
practicers
,
Scarce
show
a
harvest
of
their
heavy
toil
.
But
love
,
first
learnèd
in
a
lady’s
eyes
,
Lives
not
alone
immurèd
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
stopped
.
Love’s
feeling
is
more
soft
and
sensible
Than
are
the
tender
horns
of
cockled
snails
.
Love’s
tongue
proves
dainty
Bacchus
gross
in
taste
.
For
valor
,
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
Make
heaven
drowsy
with
the
harmony
.
Never
durst
poet
touch
a
pen
to
write
Until
his
ink
were
tempered
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
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
?
Saint
Cupid
,
then
,
and
,
soldiers
,
to
the
field
!
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
.
Now
to
plain
dealing
.
Lay
these
glozes
by
.
Shall
we
resolve
to
woo
these
girls
of
France
?
And
win
them
,
too
.
Therefore
let
us
devise
Some
entertainment
for
them
in
their
tents
.
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
,
masques
,
and
merry
hours
Forerun
fair
love
,
strewing
her
way
with
flowers
.
Away
,
away
!
No
time
shall
be
omitted
That
will
betime
and
may
by
us
be
fitted
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Allons
!
Allons
!
Sowed
cockle
reaped
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
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Holofernes
the
Pedant
,
Nathaniel
the
Curate
,
and
Dull
the
Constable
.
Satis
quid
sufficit
.
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
without
heresy
.
I
did
converse
this
quondam
day
with
a
companion
of
the
King’s
,
who
is
intituled
,
nominated
,
or
called
Don
Adriano
de
Armado
.
Novi
hominem
tanquam
te
.
His
humor
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
.
A
most
singular
and
choice
epithet
.
Draw
out
his
table
book
.
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
ACT 5. SC. 1
debt
—
d
,
e
,
b
,
t
,
not
d
,
e
,
t
.
He
clepeth
a
calf
cauf
,
half
hauf
,
neighbor
vocatur
nebor
;
neigh
abbreviated
ne
.
This
is
abhominable
—
which
he
would
call
abominable
.
It
insinuateth
me
of
insanie
.
Ne
intelligis
,
domine
?
To
make
frantic
,
lunatic
.
Laus
Deo
,
bone
intelligo
.
Bone
?
Bone
for
bene
?
Priscian
a
little
scratched
;
’twill
serve
.
Enter
Armado
the
Braggart
,
Boy
,
and
Costard
.
Videsne
quis
venit
?
Video
,
et
gaudeo
.
Chirrah
.
Quare
chirrah
,
not
sirrah
?
Men
of
peace
,
well
encountered
.
Most
military
sir
,
salutation
.
,
aside
to
Costard
They
have
been
at
a
great
feast
of
languages
and
stolen
the
scraps
.
,
aside
to
Boy
O
,
they
have
lived
long
on
the
almsbasket
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
flapdragon
.
,
aside
to
Costard
Peace
,
the
peal
begins
.
,
to
Holofernes
Monsieur
,
are
you
not
lettered
?
Yes
,
yes
,
he
teaches
boys
the
hornbook
.
—
What
is
a
,
b
spelled
backward
,
with
the
horn
on
his
head
?
Ba
,
pueritia
,
with
a
horn
added
.
Ba
,
most
silly
sheep
,
with
a
horn
.
—
You
hear
his
learning
.
Quis
,
quis
,
thou
consonant
?
The
last
of
the
five
vowels
,
if
you
repeat
them
;
or
the
fifth
,
if
I
.
I
will
repeat
them
:
a
,
e
,
i
—
ACT 5. SC. 1
The
sheep
.
The
other
two
concludes
it
:
o
,
u
.
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
.
Offered
by
a
child
to
an
old
man
—
which
is
wit-old
.
What
is
the
figure
?
What
is
the
figure
?
Horns
.
Thou
disputes
like
an
infant
.
Go
whip
thy
gig
.
Lend
me
your
horn
to
make
one
,
and
I
will
whip
about
your
infamy
—
unum
cita
—
a
gig
of
a
cuckold’s
horn
.
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
.
He
gives
him
money
.
O
,
an
the
heavens
were
so
pleased
that
thou
wert
but
my
bastard
,
what
a
joyful
father
wouldest
thou
make
me
!
Go
to
,
thou
hast
it
ad
dunghill
,
at
the
fingers’
ends
,
as
they
say
.
Oh
,
I
smell
false
Latin
!
Dunghill
for
unguem
.
Arts-man
,
preambulate
.
We
will
be
singuled
from
the
barbarous
.
Do
you
not
educate
youth
at
the
charge-house
on
the
top
of
the
mountain
?
Or
mons
,
the
hill
.
At
your
sweet
pleasure
,
for
the
mountain
.
I
do
,
sans
question
.
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
.
The
posterior
of
the
day
,
most
generous
sir
,
is
liable
,
congruent
,
and
measurable
for
ACT 5. SC. 1
the
afternoon
;
the
word
is
well
culled
,
chose
,
sweet
,
and
apt
,
I
do
assure
you
,
sir
,
I
do
assure
.
Sir
,
the
King
is
a
noble
gentleman
,
and
my
familiar
,
I
do
assure
you
,
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
,
sometimes
to
lean
upon
my
poor
shoulder
and
with
his
royal
finger
thus
dally
with
my
excrement
,
with
my
mustachio
—
but
,
sweetheart
,
let
that
pass
.
By
the
world
,
I
recount
no
fable
!
Some
certain
special
honors
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
sweetheart
,
I
do
implore
secrecy
—
that
the
King
would
have
me
present
the
Princess
,
sweet
chuck
,
with
some
delightful
ostentation
,
or
show
,
or
pageant
,
or
antic
,
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
.
Sir
,
you
shall
present
before
her
the
Nine
Worthies
.
—
Sir
Nathaniel
,
as
concerning
some
entertainment
of
time
,
some
show
in
the
posterior
of
this
day
,
to
be
rendered
by
our
assistance
,
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
.
Where
will
you
find
men
worthy
enough
to
present
them
?
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
—
ACT 5. SC. 2
Pardon
,
sir
—
error
.
He
is
not
quantity
enough
for
that
Worthy’s
thumb
;
he
is
not
so
big
as
the
end
of
his
club
!
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
.
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
offense
gracious
,
though
few
have
the
grace
to
do
it
.
For
the
rest
of
the
Worthies
?
I
will
play
three
myself
.
Thrice-worthy
gentleman
!
,
to
Holofernes
Shall
I
tell
you
a
thing
?
We
attend
.
We
will
have
,
if
this
fadge
not
,
an
antic
.
I
beseech
you
,
follow
.
Via
,
goodman
Dull
.
Thou
hast
spoken
no
word
all
this
while
.
Nor
understood
none
neither
,
sir
.
Allons
!
We
will
employ
thee
.
I’ll
make
one
in
a
dance
,
or
so
;
or
I
will
play
on
the
tabor
to
the
Worthies
and
let
them
dance
the
hay
.
Most
dull
,
honest
Dull
.
To
our
sport
!
Away
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
the
Ladies
(
the
Princess
,
Rosaline
,
Katherine
,
and
Maria
.
)
Sweethearts
,
we
shall
be
rich
ere
we
depart
,
If
fairings
come
thus
plentifully
in
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
A
lady
walled
about
with
diamonds
!
Look
you
what
I
have
from
the
loving
king
.
She
shows
a
jewel
.
Madam
,
came
nothing
else
along
with
that
?
Nothing
but
this
?
Yes
,
as
much
love
in
rhyme
As
would
be
crammed
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
.
That
was
the
way
to
make
his
godhead
wax
,
For
he
hath
been
five
thousand
year
a
boy
.
Ay
,
and
a
shrewd
unhappy
gallows
,
too
.
You’ll
ne’er
be
friends
with
him
.
He
killed
your
sister
.
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
.
What’s
your
dark
meaning
,
mouse
,
of
this
light
word
?
A
light
condition
in
a
beauty
dark
.
We
need
more
light
to
find
your
meaning
out
.
You’ll
mar
the
light
by
taking
it
in
snuff
;
Therefore
I’ll
darkly
end
the
argument
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Look
what
you
do
,
you
do
it
still
i’
th’
dark
.
So
do
not
you
,
for
you
are
a
light
wench
.
Indeed
,
I
weigh
not
you
,
and
therefore
light
.
You
weigh
me
not
?
O
,
that’s
you
care
not
for
me
.
Great
reason
:
for
past
care
is
still
past
cure
.
Well
bandied
both
;
a
set
of
wit
well
played
.
But
,
Rosaline
,
you
have
a
favor
too
.
Who
sent
it
?
And
what
is
it
?
I
would
you
knew
.
An
if
my
face
were
but
as
fair
as
yours
,
My
favor
were
as
great
.
Be
witness
this
.
She
shows
a
gift
.
Nay
,
I
have
verses
too
,
I
thank
Berowne
;
The
numbers
true
;
and
were
the
numb’ring
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
.
Anything
like
?
Much
in
the
letters
,
nothing
in
the
praise
.
Beauteous
as
ink
:
a
good
conclusion
.
Fair
as
a
text
B
in
a
copybook
.
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
!
A
pox
of
that
jest
!
And
I
beshrew
all
shrows
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
But
,
Katherine
,
what
was
sent
to
you
From
fair
Dumaine
?
Madam
,
this
glove
.
She
shows
the
glove
.
Did
he
not
send
you
twain
?
Yes
,
madam
,
and
moreover
,
Some
thousand
verses
of
a
faithful
lover
,
A
huge
translation
of
hypocrisy
,
Vilely
compiled
,
profound
simplicity
.
This
,
and
these
pearls
,
to
me
sent
Longaville
.
She
shows
a
paper
and
pearls
.
The
letter
is
too
long
by
half
a
mile
.
I
think
no
less
.
Dost
thou
not
wish
in
heart
The
chain
were
longer
and
the
letter
short
?
Ay
,
or
I
would
these
hands
might
never
part
.
We
are
wise
girls
to
mock
our
lovers
so
.
They
are
worse
fools
to
purchase
mocking
so
.
That
same
Berowne
I’ll
torture
ere
I
go
.
O
,
that
I
knew
he
were
but
in
by
th’
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
pair-taunt-like
would
I
o’ersway
his
state
,
That
he
should
be
my
fool
,
and
I
his
fate
.
None
are
so
surely
caught
,
when
they
are
catched
,
As
wit
turned
fool
.
Folly
in
wisdom
hatched
Hath
wisdom’s
warrant
and
the
help
of
school
,
And
wit’s
own
grace
to
grace
a
learnèd
fool
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
The
blood
of
youth
burns
not
with
such
excess
As
gravity’s
revolt
to
wantonness
.
Folly
in
fools
bears
not
so
strong
a
note
As
fool’ry
in
the
wise
,
when
wit
doth
dote
,
Since
all
the
power
thereof
it
doth
apply
To
prove
,
by
wit
,
worth
in
simplicity
.
Enter
Boyet
.
Here
comes
Boyet
,
and
mirth
is
in
his
face
.
O
,
I
am
stabbed
with
laughter
.
Where’s
her
Grace
?
Thy
news
,
Boyet
?
Prepare
,
madam
,
prepare
.
Arm
,
wenches
,
arm
.
Encounters
mounted
are
Against
your
peace
.
Love
doth
approach
,
disguised
,
Armèd
in
arguments
.
You’ll
be
surprised
.
Muster
your
wits
,
stand
in
your
own
defense
,
Or
hide
your
heads
like
cowards
,
and
fly
hence
.
Saint
Denis
to
Saint
Cupid
!
What
are
they
That
charge
their
breath
against
us
?
Say
,
scout
,
say
.
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
addressed
The
King
and
his
companions
.
Warily
I
stole
into
a
neighbor
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
conned
his
embassage
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
feared
her
had
she
been
a
devil
.
With
that
,
all
laughed
and
clapped
him
on
the
shoulder
,
Making
the
bold
wag
by
their
praises
bolder
.
One
rubbed
his
elbow
thus
,
and
fleered
,
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
capered
and
cried
All
goes
well
!
The
fourth
turned
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
check
their
folly
,
passion’s
solemn
tears
.
But
what
,
but
what
?
Come
they
to
visit
us
?
They
do
,
they
do
;
and
are
appareled
thus
,
Like
Muscovites
,
or
Russians
,
as
I
guess
.
Their
purpose
is
to
parley
,
to
court
,
and
dance
,
And
every
one
his
love-feat
will
advance
Unto
his
several
mistress
—
which
they’ll
know
By
favors
several
which
they
did
bestow
.
And
will
they
so
?
The
gallants
shall
be
tasked
,
For
,
ladies
,
we
will
every
one
be
masked
,
And
not
a
man
of
them
shall
have
the
grace
,
Despite
of
suit
,
to
see
a
lady’s
face
.
Hold
,
Rosaline
,
this
favor
thou
shalt
wear
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
And
then
the
King
will
court
thee
for
his
dear
.
Hold
,
take
thou
this
,
my
sweet
,
and
give
me
thine
.
So
shall
Berowne
take
me
for
Rosaline
.
Princess
and
Rosaline
exchange
favors
.
And
change
you
favors
too
.
So
shall
your
loves
Woo
contrary
,
deceived
by
these
removes
.
Katherine
and
Maria
exchange
favors
.
Come
on
,
then
,
wear
the
favors
most
in
sight
.
,
to
Princess
But
in
this
changing
,
what
is
your
intent
?
The
effect
of
my
intent
is
to
cross
theirs
.
They
do
it
but
in
mockery
merriment
,
And
mock
for
mock
is
only
my
intent
.
Their
several
counsels
they
unbosom
shall
To
loves
mistook
,
and
so
be
mocked
withal
Upon
the
next
occasion
that
we
meet
,
With
visages
displayed
,
to
talk
and
greet
.
But
shall
we
dance
,
if
they
desire
us
to
’t
?
No
,
to
the
death
we
will
not
move
a
foot
,
Nor
to
their
penned
speech
render
we
no
grace
,
But
while
’tis
spoke
each
turn
away
her
face
.
Why
,
that
contempt
will
kill
the
speaker’s
heart
,
And
quite
divorce
his
memory
from
his
part
.
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
mocked
,
depart
away
with
shame
.
Sound
trumpet
,
within
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
The
trumpet
sounds
.
Be
masked
;
the
maskers
come
.
The
Ladies
mask
.
Enter
Blackamoors
with
music
,
the
Boy
with
a
speech
,
the
King
,
Berowne
,
and
the
rest
of
the
Lords
disguised
.
All
hail
,
the
richest
beauties
on
the
Earth
earth
!
Beauties
no
richer
than
rich
taffeta
.
A
holy
parcel
of
the
fairest
dames
(
The
Ladies
turn
their
backs
to
him
.
)
That
ever
turned
their
—
backs
—
to
mortal
views
.
Their
eyes
,
villain
,
their
eyes
!
That
ever
turned
their
eyes
to
mortal
views
.
Out
—
True
;
out
indeed
.
Out
of
your
favors
,
heavenly
spirits
,
vouchsafe
Not
to
behold
—
Once
to
behold
,
rogue
!
Once
to
behold
with
your
sun-beamèd
eyes
—
With
your
sun-beamèd
eyes
—
They
will
not
answer
to
that
epithet
.
You
were
best
call
it
daughter-beamèd
eyes
.
They
do
not
mark
me
,
and
that
brings
me
out
.
Is
this
your
perfectness
?
Begone
,
you
rogue
!
Boy
exits
.
,
speaking
as
the
Princess
What
would
these
strangers
?
Know
their
minds
,
Boyet
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
If
they
do
speak
our
language
,
’tis
our
will
That
some
plain
man
recount
their
purposes
.
Know
what
they
would
.
What
would
you
with
the
Princess
?
Nothing
but
peace
and
gentle
visitation
.
What
would
they
,
say
they
?
Nothing
but
peace
and
gentle
visitation
.
Why
,
that
they
have
,
and
bid
them
so
be
gone
.
She
says
you
have
it
,
and
you
may
be
gone
.
Say
to
her
we
have
measured
many
miles
To
tread
a
measure
with
her
on
this
grass
.
They
say
that
they
have
measured
many
a
mile
To
tread
a
measure
with
you
on
this
grass
.
It
is
not
so
.
Ask
them
how
many
inches
Is
in
one
mile
.
If
they
have
measured
many
,
The
measure
then
of
one
is
eas’ly
told
.
If
to
come
hither
you
have
measured
miles
,
And
many
miles
,
the
Princess
bids
you
tell
How
many
inches
doth
fill
up
one
mile
.
Tell
her
we
measure
them
by
weary
steps
.
She
hears
herself
.
How
many
weary
steps
Of
many
weary
miles
you
have
o’ergone
Are
numbered
in
the
travel
of
one
mile
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
We
number
nothing
that
we
spend
for
you
.
Our
duty
is
so
rich
,
so
infinite
,
That
we
may
do
it
still
without
account
.
Vouchsafe
to
show
the
sunshine
of
your
face
That
we
,
like
savages
,
may
worship
it
.
My
face
is
but
a
moon
,
and
clouded
too
.
Blessèd
are
clouds
,
to
do
as
such
clouds
do
!
Vouchsafe
,
bright
moon
,
and
these
thy
stars
,
to
shine
,
Those
clouds
removed
,
upon
our
watery
eyne
.
O
vain
petitioner
,
beg
a
greater
matter
!
Thou
now
requests
but
moonshine
in
the
water
.
Then
in
our
measure
do
but
vouchsafe
one
change
.
Thou
bidd’st
me
beg
;
this
begging
is
not
strange
.
Play
music
,
then
.
Nay
,
you
must
do
it
soon
.
Music
begins
.
Not
yet
?
No
dance
!
Thus
change
I
like
the
moon
.
Will
you
not
dance
?
How
come
you
thus
estranged
?
You
took
the
moon
at
full
,
but
now
she’s
changed
.
Yet
still
she
is
the
moon
,
and
I
the
man
.
The
music
plays
.
Vouchsafe
some
motion
to
it
.
Our
ears
vouchsafe
it
.
But
your
legs
should
do
it
.
Since
you
are
strangers
and
come
here
by
chance
,
We’ll
not
be
nice
.
Take
hands
.
We
will
not
dance
.
She
offers
her
hand
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Why
take
we
hands
then
?
Only
to
part
friends
.
—
Curtsy
,
sweethearts
—
and
so
the
measure
ends
.
More
measure
of
this
measure
!
Be
not
nice
.
We
can
afford
no
more
at
such
a
price
.
Prize
you
yourselves
.
What
buys
your
company
?
Your
absence
only
.
That
can
never
be
.
Then
cannot
we
be
bought
.
And
so
adieu
—
Twice
to
your
visor
,
and
half
once
to
you
.
If
you
deny
to
dance
,
let’s
hold
more
chat
.
In
private
,
then
.
I
am
best
pleased
with
that
.
They
move
aside
.
,
to
the
Princess
White-handed
mistress
,
one
sweet
word
with
thee
.
,
speaking
as
Rosaline
Honey
,
and
milk
,
and
sugar
—
there
is
three
.
Nay
then
,
two
treys
,
an
if
you
grow
so
nice
,
Metheglin
,
wort
,
and
malmsey
.
Well
run
,
dice
!
There’s
half
a
dozen
sweets
.
Seventh
sweet
,
adieu
.
Since
you
can
cog
,
I’ll
play
no
more
with
you
.
One
word
in
secret
.
Let
it
not
be
sweet
.
Thou
grievest
my
gall
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Gall
!
Bitter
.
Therefore
meet
.
They
move
aside
.
,
to
Maria
Will
you
vouchsafe
with
me
to
change
a
word
?
,
speaking
as
Katherine
Name
it
.
Fair
lady
—
Say
you
so
?
Fair
lord
!
Take
that
for
your
fair
lady
.
Please
it
you
As
much
in
private
,
and
I’ll
bid
adieu
.
They
move
aside
.
,
speaking
as
Maria
What
,
was
your
vizard
made
without
a
tongue
?
I
know
the
reason
,
lady
,
why
you
ask
.
O
,
for
your
reason
!
Quickly
,
sir
,
I
long
.
You
have
a
double
tongue
within
your
mask
,
And
would
afford
my
speechless
vizard
half
.
Veal
,
quoth
the
Dutchman
.
Is
not
veal
a
calf
?
A
calf
,
fair
lady
?
No
,
a
fair
Lord
Calf
.
Let’s
part
the
word
.
No
,
I’ll
not
be
your
half
.
Take
all
and
wean
it
.
It
may
prove
an
ox
.
Look
how
you
butt
yourself
in
these
sharp
mocks
.
Will
you
give
horns
,
chaste
lady
?
Do
not
so
.
Then
die
a
calf
before
your
horns
do
grow
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
One
word
in
private
with
you
ere
I
die
.
Bleat
softly
,
then
.
The
butcher
hears
you
cry
.
They
move
aside
.
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
.
Not
one
word
more
,
my
maids
.
Break
off
,
break
off
!
The
Ladies
move
away
from
the
Lords
.
By
heaven
,
all
dry-beaten
with
pure
scoff
!
Farewell
,
mad
wenches
.
You
have
simple
wits
.
King
,
Lords
,
and
Blackamoors
exit
.
The
Ladies
unmask
.
Twenty
adieus
,
my
frozen
Muskovits
.
—
Are
these
the
breed
of
wits
so
wondered
at
?
Tapers
they
are
,
with
your
sweet
breaths
puffed
out
.
Well-liking
wits
they
have
;
gross
,
gross
;
fat
,
fat
.
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
Berowne
was
out
of
count’nance
quite
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
They
were
all
in
lamentable
cases
.
The
King
was
weeping
ripe
for
a
good
word
.
Berowne
did
swear
himself
out
of
all
suit
.
Dumaine
was
at
my
service
,
and
his
sword
.
No
point
,
quoth
I
.
My
servant
straight
was
mute
.
Lord
Longaville
said
I
came
o’er
his
heart
.
And
trow
you
what
he
called
me
?
Qualm
,
perhaps
.
Yes
,
in
good
faith
.
Go
,
sickness
as
thou
art
!
Well
,
better
wits
have
worn
plain
statute-caps
.
But
will
you
hear
?
The
King
is
my
love
sworn
.
And
quick
Berowne
hath
plighted
faith
to
me
.
And
Longaville
was
for
my
service
born
.
Dumaine
is
mine
as
sure
as
bark
on
tree
.
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
.
Will
they
return
?
They
will
,
they
will
,
God
knows
,
And
leap
for
joy
,
though
they
are
lame
with
blows
.
Therefore
change
favors
,
and
when
they
repair
,
Blow
like
sweet
roses
in
this
summer
air
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
How
blow
?
How
blow
?
Speak
to
be
understood
.
Fair
ladies
masked
are
roses
in
their
bud
.
Dismasked
,
their
damask
sweet
commixture
shown
,
Are
angels
vailing
clouds
,
or
roses
blown
.
Avaunt
,
perplexity
!
—
What
shall
we
do
If
they
return
in
their
own
shapes
to
woo
?
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
penned
,
And
their
rough
carriage
so
ridiculous
,
Should
be
presented
at
our
tent
to
us
.
Ladies
,
withdraw
.
The
gallants
are
at
hand
.
Whip
to
our
tents
,
as
roes
runs
o’er
land
.
The
Princess
and
the
Ladies
exit
.
Enter
the
King
and
the
rest
,
as
themselves
.
,
to
Boyet
Fair
sir
,
God
save
you
.
Where’s
the
Princess
?
Gone
to
her
tent
.
Please
it
your
Majesty
Command
me
any
service
to
her
thither
?
That
she
vouchsafe
me
audience
for
one
word
.
I
will
,
and
so
will
she
,
I
know
,
my
lord
.
He
exits
.
This
fellow
pecks
up
wit
as
pigeons
peas
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
And
utters
it
again
when
God
doth
please
.
He
is
wit’s
peddler
,
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
.
He
can
carve
too
,
and
lisp
.
Why
,
this
is
he
That
kissed
his
hand
away
in
courtesy
.
This
is
the
ape
of
form
,
Monsieur
the
Nice
,
That
,
when
he
plays
at
tables
,
chides
the
dice
In
honorable
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
everyone
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
.
A
blister
on
his
sweet
tongue
,
with
my
heart
,
That
put
Armado’s
page
out
of
his
part
!
Enter
the
Ladies
,
with
Boyet
.
See
where
it
comes
!
Behavior
,
what
wert
thou
Till
this
madman
showed
thee
?
And
what
art
thou
now
?
,
to
Princess
All
hail
,
sweet
madam
,
and
fair
time
of
day
.
Fair
in
all
hail
is
foul
,
as
I
conceive
.
Construe
my
speeches
better
,
if
you
may
.
Then
wish
me
better
.
I
will
give
you
leave
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
We
came
to
visit
you
,
and
purpose
now
To
lead
you
to
our
court
.
Vouchsafe
it
,
then
.
This
field
shall
hold
me
,
and
so
hold
your
vow
.
Nor
God
nor
I
delights
in
perjured
men
.
Rebuke
me
not
for
that
which
you
provoke
.
The
virtue
of
your
eye
must
break
my
oath
.
You
nickname
virtue
;
vice
you
should
have
spoke
,
For
virtue’s
office
never
breaks
men’s
troth
.
Now
by
my
maiden
honor
,
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
vowed
with
integrity
.
O
,
you
have
lived
in
desolation
here
,
Unseen
,
unvisited
,
much
to
our
shame
.
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
.
How
,
madam
?
Russians
?
Ay
,
in
truth
,
my
lord
.
Trim
gallants
,
full
of
courtship
and
of
state
.
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
stayed
an
hour
And
talked
apace
;
and
in
that
hour
,
my
lord
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
.
This
jest
is
dry
to
me
.
Gentle
sweet
,
Your
wits
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
.
This
proves
you
wise
and
rich
,
for
in
my
eye
—
I
am
a
fool
,
and
full
of
poverty
.
But
that
you
take
what
doth
to
you
belong
,
It
were
a
fault
to
snatch
words
from
my
tongue
.
O
,
I
am
yours
,
and
all
that
I
possess
!
All
the
fool
mine
?
I
cannot
give
you
less
.
Which
of
the
vizards
was
it
that
you
wore
?
Where
?
When
?
What
vizard
?
Why
demand
you
this
?
There
;
then
;
that
vizard
;
that
superfluous
case
That
hid
the
worse
and
showed
the
better
face
.
,
aside
to
Dumaine
We
were
descried
.
They’ll
mock
us
now
downright
.
,
aside
to
King
Let
us
confess
and
turn
it
to
a
jest
.
,
to
King
Amazed
,
my
lord
?
Why
looks
your
Highness
sad
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Help
,
hold
his
brows
!
He’ll
swoon
!
—
Why
look
you
pale
?
Seasick
,
I
think
,
coming
from
Muscovy
.
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
nevermore
to
dance
,
Nor
nevermore
in
Russian
habit
wait
.
O
,
never
will
I
trust
to
speeches
penned
,
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
expressed
In
russet
yeas
and
honest
kersey
noes
.
And
to
begin
:
Wench
,
so
God
help
me
,
law
,
My
love
to
thee
is
sound
,
sans
crack
or
flaw
.
Sans
sans
,
I
pray
you
.
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
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
These
lords
are
visited
.
You
are
not
free
,
For
the
Lord’s
tokens
on
you
do
I
see
.
No
,
they
are
free
that
gave
these
tokens
to
us
.
Our
states
are
forfeit
.
Seek
not
to
undo
us
.
It
is
not
so
,
for
how
can
this
be
true
,
That
you
stand
forfeit
,
being
those
that
sue
?
Peace
,
for
I
will
not
have
to
do
with
you
.
Nor
shall
not
,
if
I
do
as
I
intend
.
,
to
King
,
Longaville
,
and
Dumaine
Speak
for
yourselves
.
My
wit
is
at
an
end
.
,
to
Princess
Teach
us
,
sweet
madam
,
for
our
rude
transgression
Some
fair
excuse
.
The
fairest
is
confession
.
Were
not
you
here
but
even
now
,
disguised
?
Madam
,
I
was
.
And
were
you
well
advised
?
I
was
,
fair
madam
.
When
you
then
were
here
,
What
did
you
whisper
in
your
lady’s
ear
?
That
more
than
all
the
world
I
did
respect
her
.
When
she
shall
challenge
this
,
you
will
reject
her
.
Upon
mine
honor
,
no
.
Peace
,
peace
,
forbear
!
Your
oath
once
broke
,
you
force
not
to
forswear
.
Despise
me
when
I
break
this
oath
of
mine
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
I
will
,
and
therefore
keep
it
.
—
Rosaline
,
What
did
the
Russian
whisper
in
your
ear
?
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
.
God
give
thee
joy
of
him
!
The
noble
lord
Most
honorably
doth
uphold
his
word
.
What
mean
you
,
madam
?
By
my
life
,
my
troth
,
I
never
swore
this
lady
such
an
oath
.
By
heaven
,
you
did
!
And
to
confirm
it
plain
,
You
gave
me
this
.
She
shows
a
token
.
But
take
it
,
sir
,
again
.
My
faith
and
this
the
Princess
I
did
give
.
I
knew
her
by
this
jewel
on
her
sleeve
.
Pardon
me
,
sir
.
This
jewel
did
she
wear
.
She
points
to
Rosaline
.
And
Lord
Berowne
,
I
thank
him
,
is
my
dear
.
To
Berowne
.
What
,
will
you
have
me
,
or
your
pearl
again
?
She
shows
the
token
.
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
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
favors
;
and
then
we
,
Following
the
signs
,
wooed
but
the
sign
of
she
.
Now
,
to
our
perjury
to
add
more
terror
,
We
are
again
forsworn
in
will
and
error
.
Much
upon
this
’tis
.
To
Boyet
.
And
might
not
you
Forestall
our
sport
,
to
make
us
thus
untrue
?
Do
not
you
know
my
lady’s
foot
by
th’
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
allowed
.
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
.
Full
merrily
Hath
this
brave
manage
,
this
career
been
run
.
Lo
,
he
is
tilting
straight
!
Peace
,
I
have
done
.
Enter
Clown
Costard
.
Welcome
,
pure
wit
.
Thou
part’st
a
fair
fray
.
O
Lord
,
sir
,
they
would
know
Whether
the
three
Worthies
shall
come
in
or
no
.
What
,
are
there
but
three
?
No
,
sir
;
but
it
is
vara
fine
,
For
every
one
pursents
three
.
And
three
times
thrice
is
nine
.
Not
so
,
sir
,
under
correction
,
sir
,
I
hope
it
is
not
so
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
You
cannot
beg
us
,
sir
,
I
can
assure
you
,
sir
;
we
know
what
we
know
.
I
hope
,
sir
,
three
times
thrice
,
sir
—
Is
not
nine
?
Under
correction
,
sir
,
we
know
whereuntil
it
doth
amount
.
By
Jove
,
I
always
took
three
threes
for
nine
.
O
Lord
,
sir
,
it
were
pity
you
should
get
your
living
by
reckoning
,
sir
.
How
much
is
it
?
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
.
Art
thou
one
of
the
Worthies
?
It
pleased
them
to
think
me
worthy
of
Pompey
the
Great
.
For
mine
own
part
,
I
know
not
the
degree
of
the
Worthy
,
but
I
am
to
stand
for
him
.
Go
bid
them
prepare
.
We
will
turn
it
finely
off
,
sir
.
We
will
take
some
care
.
He
exits
.
Berowne
,
they
will
shame
us
.
Let
them
not
approach
.
We
are
shame-proof
,
my
lord
;
and
’tis
some
policy
To
have
one
show
worse
than
the
King’s
and
his
company
.
I
say
they
shall
not
come
.
Nay
,
my
good
lord
,
let
me
o’errule
you
now
.
That
sport
best
pleases
that
doth
least
know
how
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
laboring
perish
in
their
birth
.
A
right
description
of
our
sport
,
my
lord
.
Enter
Braggart
Armado
.
,
to
King
Anointed
,
I
implore
so
much
expense
of
thy
royal
sweet
breath
as
will
utter
a
brace
of
words
.
Armado
and
King
step
aside
,
and
Armado
gives
King
a
paper
.
Doth
this
man
serve
God
?
Why
ask
you
?
He
speaks
not
like
a
man
of
God
his
making
.
,
to
King
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
!
He
exits
.
,
reading
the
paper
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
.
There
is
five
in
the
first
show
.
You
are
deceived
.
’Tis
not
so
.
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
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
The
ship
is
under
sail
,
and
here
she
comes
amain
.
Enter
Costard
as
Pompey
.
I
Pompey
am
—
You
lie
;
you
are
not
he
.
I
Pompey
am
—
With
leopard’s
head
on
knee
.
Well
said
,
old
mocker
.
I
must
needs
be
friends
with
thee
.
I
Pompey
am
,
Pompey
,
surnamed
the
Big
—
The
Great
.
It
is
Great
,
sir
.
—
Pompey
,
surnamed
the
Great
,
That
oft
in
field
,
with
targe
and
shield
,
did
make
my
foe
to
sweat
.
And
traveling
along
this
coast
,
I
here
am
come
by
chance
,
And
lay
my
arms
before
the
legs
of
this
sweet
lass
of
France
.
(
He
places
his
weapons
at
the
feet
of
the
Princess
.
)
If
your
Ladyship
would
say
Thanks
,
Pompey
,
I
had
done
.
Great
thanks
,
great
Pompey
.
’Tis
not
so
much
worth
,
but
I
hope
I
was
perfect
.
I
made
a
little
fault
in
Great
.
My
hat
to
a
halfpenny
,
Pompey
proves
the
best
Worthy
.
Costard
stands
aside
.
Enter
Curate
Nathaniel
for
Alexander
.
When
in
the
world
I
lived
,
I
was
the
world’s
commander
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
By
east
,
west
,
north
,
and
south
,
I
spread
my
conquering
might
.
My
scutcheon
plain
declares
that
I
am
Alisander
—
Your
nose
says
no
,
you
are
not
,
for
it
stands
too
right
.
,
to
Boyet
Your
nose
smells
no
in
this
,
most
tender-smelling
knight
.
The
conqueror
is
dismayed
.
—
Proceed
,
good
Alexander
.
When
in
the
world
I
lived
,
I
was
the
world’s
commander
—
Most
true
;
’tis
right
.
You
were
so
,
Alisander
.
,
to
Costard
Pompey
the
Great
—
Your
servant
,
and
Costard
.
Take
away
the
conqueror
.
Take
away
Alisander
.
,
to
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
polax
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
.
Nathaniel
exits
.
There
,
an
’t
shall
please
you
,
a
foolish
mild
man
,
an
honest
man
,
look
you
,
and
soon
dashed
.
He
is
a
marvelous
good
neighbor
,
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
Pedant
Holofernes
for
Judas
,
and
the
Boy
for
Hercules
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
,
to
Costard
Stand
aside
,
good
Pompey
.
Great
Hercules
is
presented
by
this
imp
,
Whose
club
killed
Cerberus
,
that
three-headed
canus
,
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
.
To
Boy
.
Keep
some
state
in
thy
exit
,
and
vanish
.
Boy
steps
aside
.
Judas
I
am
—
A
Judas
!
Not
Iscariot
,
sir
.
Judas
I
am
,
yclept
Maccabaeus
.
Judas
Maccabaeus
clipped
is
plain
Judas
.
A
kissing
traitor
.
—
How
art
thou
proved
Judas
?
Judas
I
am
—
The
more
shame
for
you
,
Judas
.
What
mean
you
,
sir
?
To
make
Judas
hang
himself
.
Begin
,
sir
,
you
are
my
elder
.
Well
followed
.
Judas
was
hanged
on
an
elder
.
I
will
not
be
put
out
of
countenance
.
Because
thou
hast
no
face
.
What
is
this
?
He
points
to
his
own
face
.
A
cittern-head
.
The
head
of
a
bodkin
.
A
death’s
face
in
a
ring
.
The
face
of
an
old
Roman
coin
,
scarce
seen
.
The
pommel
of
Caesar’s
falchion
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
The
carved-bone
face
on
a
flask
.
Saint
George’s
half-cheek
in
a
brooch
.
Ay
,
and
in
a
brooch
of
lead
.
Ay
,
and
worn
in
the
cap
of
a
tooth-drawer
.
And
now
forward
,
for
we
have
put
thee
in
countenance
.
You
have
put
me
out
of
countenance
.
False
.
We
have
given
thee
faces
.
But
you
have
outfaced
them
all
.
An
thou
wert
a
lion
,
we
would
do
so
.
Therefore
,
as
he
is
an
ass
,
let
him
go
.
—
And
so
adieu
,
sweet
Jude
.
Nay
,
why
dost
thou
stay
?
For
the
latter
end
of
his
name
.
For
the
ass
to
the
Jude
?
Give
it
him
.
—
Jud-as
,
away
!
This
is
not
generous
,
not
gentle
,
not
humble
.
A
light
for
Monsieur
Judas
!
It
grows
dark
;
he
may
stumble
.
Holofernes
exits
.
Alas
,
poor
Maccabaeus
,
how
hath
he
been
baited
!
Enter
Braggart
Armado
as
Hector
.
Hide
thy
head
,
Achilles
.
Here
comes
Hector
in
arms
.
Though
my
mocks
come
home
by
me
,
I
will
now
be
merry
.
Hector
was
but
a
Troyan
in
respect
of
this
.
But
is
this
Hector
?
I
think
Hector
was
not
so
clean-timbered
.
His
leg
is
too
big
for
Hector’s
.
More
calf
,
certain
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
No
,
he
is
best
endued
in
the
small
.
This
cannot
be
Hector
.
He’s
a
god
or
a
painter
,
for
he
makes
faces
.
The
armipotent
Mars
,
of
lances
the
almighty
,
Gave
Hector
a
gift
—
A
gilt
nutmeg
.
A
lemon
.
Stuck
with
cloves
.
No
,
cloven
.
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
—
That
mint
.
That
columbine
.
Sweet
Lord
Longaville
,
rein
thy
tongue
.
I
must
rather
give
it
the
rein
,
for
it
runs
against
Hector
.
Ay
,
and
Hector’s
a
greyhound
.
The
sweet
warman
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
.
To
Princess
.
Sweet
royalty
,
bestow
on
me
the
sense
of
hearing
.
Berowne
steps
forth
.
Speak
,
brave
Hector
.
We
are
much
delighted
.
I
do
adore
thy
sweet
Grace’s
slipper
.
Loves
her
by
the
foot
.
He
may
not
by
the
yard
.
This
Hector
far
surmounted
Hannibal
.
The
party
is
gone
—
ACT 5. SC. 2
Fellow
Hector
,
she
is
gone
;
she
is
two
months
on
her
way
.
What
meanest
thou
?
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
.
Dost
thou
infamonize
me
among
potentates
?
Thou
shalt
die
!
Then
shall
Hector
be
whipped
for
Jaquenetta
,
that
is
quick
by
him
,
and
hanged
for
Pompey
,
that
is
dead
by
him
.
Most
rare
Pompey
!
Renowned
Pompey
!
Greater
than
Great
!
Great
,
great
,
great
Pompey
.
Pompey
the
Huge
!
Hector
trembles
.
Pompey
is
moved
.
More
Ates
,
more
Ates
!
Stir
them
on
,
stir
them
on
.
Hector
will
challenge
him
.
Ay
,
if
he
have
no
more
man’s
blood
in
his
belly
than
will
sup
a
flea
.
,
to
Costard
By
the
North
Pole
,
I
do
challenge
thee
!
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
.
Room
for
the
incensed
Worthies
!
I’ll
do
it
in
my
shirt
.
He
removes
his
doublet
.
Most
resolute
Pompey
!
,
to
Armado
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
.
Gentlemen
and
soldiers
,
pardon
me
.
I
will
not
combat
in
my
shirt
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
You
may
not
deny
it
.
Pompey
hath
made
the
challenge
.
Sweet
bloods
,
I
both
may
and
will
.
What
reason
have
you
for
’t
?
The
naked
truth
of
it
is
,
I
have
no
shirt
.
I
go
woolward
for
penance
.
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
he
wears
next
his
heart
for
a
favor
.
Enter
a
Messenger
,
Monsieur
Marcade
.
,
to
Princess
God
save
you
,
madam
.
Welcome
,
Marcade
,
But
that
thou
interruptest
our
merriment
.
I
am
sorry
,
madam
,
for
the
news
I
bring
Is
heavy
in
my
tongue
.
The
King
your
father
—
Dead
,
for
my
life
.
Even
so
.
My
tale
is
told
.
Worthies
,
away
!
The
scene
begins
to
cloud
.
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
.
Worthies
exit
.
,
to
Princess
How
fares
your
Majesty
?
Boyet
,
prepare
.
I
will
away
tonight
.
Madam
,
not
so
.
I
do
beseech
you
stay
.
,
to
Boyet
Prepare
,
I
say
.
—
I
thank
you
,
gracious
lords
,
For
all
your
fair
endeavors
,
and
entreat
,
Out
of
a
new-sad
soul
,
that
you
vouchsafe
ACT 5. SC. 2
In
your
rich
wisdom
to
excuse
or
hide
The
liberal
opposition
of
our
spirits
,
If
overboldly
we
have
borne
ourselves
In
the
converse
of
breath
;
your
gentleness
Was
guilty
of
it
.
Farewell
,
worthy
lord
.
A
heavy
heart
bears
not
a
humble
tongue
.
Excuse
me
so
,
coming
too
short
of
thanks
For
my
great
suit
so
easily
obtained
.
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
jostle
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
.
I
understand
you
not
.
My
griefs
are
double
.
Honest
plain
words
best
pierce
the
ear
of
grief
,
And
by
these
badges
understand
the
King
:
For
your
fair
sakes
have
we
neglected
time
,
Played
foul
play
with
our
oaths
.
Your
beauty
,
ladies
,
Hath
much
deformed
us
,
fashioning
our
humors
Even
to
the
opposèd
end
of
our
intents
.
And
what
in
us
hath
seemed
ridiculous
—
As
love
is
full
of
unbefitting
strains
,
All
wanton
as
a
child
,
skipping
and
vain
,
Formed
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
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
forever
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
.
We
have
received
your
letters
full
of
love
;
Your
favors
,
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
.
Our
letters
,
madam
,
showed
much
more
than
jest
.
So
did
our
looks
.
We
did
not
quote
them
so
.
Now
,
at
the
latest
minute
of
the
hour
,
Grant
us
your
loves
.
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
ACT 5. SC. 2
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
,
She
takes
his
hand
.
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
.
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
hermit
,
then
.
My
heart
is
in
thy
breast
.
They
step
aside
.
,
to
Katherine
But
what
to
me
,
my
love
?
But
what
to
me
?
A
wife
?
A
beard
,
fair
health
,
and
honesty
.
With
threefold
love
I
wish
you
all
these
three
.
O
,
shall
I
say
I
thank
you
,
gentle
wife
?
Not
so
,
my
lord
.
A
twelvemonth
and
a
day
I’ll
mark
no
words
that
smooth-faced
wooers
say
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Come
when
the
King
doth
to
my
lady
come
;
Then
,
if
I
have
much
love
,
I’ll
give
you
some
.
I’ll
serve
thee
true
and
faithfully
till
then
.
Yet
swear
not
,
lest
you
be
forsworn
again
.
They
step
aside
.
What
says
Maria
?
At
the
twelvemonth’s
end
I’ll
change
my
black
gown
for
a
faithful
friend
.
I’ll
stay
with
patience
,
but
the
time
is
long
.
The
liker
you
;
few
taller
are
so
young
.
They
step
aside
.
,
to
Rosaline
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
.
Oft
have
I
heard
of
you
,
my
Lord
Berowne
,
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
painèd
impotent
to
smile
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
To
move
wild
laughter
in
the
throat
of
death
?
It
cannot
be
,
it
is
impossible
.
Mirth
cannot
move
a
soul
in
agony
.
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
,
Deafed
with
the
clamors
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
.
A
twelvemonth
?
Well
,
befall
what
will
befall
,
I’ll
jest
a
twelvemonth
in
an
hospital
.
,
to
King
Ay
,
sweet
my
lord
,
and
so
I
take
my
leave
.
No
,
madam
,
we
will
bring
you
on
your
way
.
Our
wooing
doth
not
end
like
an
old
play
.
Jack
hath
not
Jill
.
These
ladies’
courtesy
Might
well
have
made
our
sport
a
comedy
.
Come
,
sir
,
it
wants
a
twelvemonth
and
a
day
,
And
then
’twill
end
.
That’s
too
long
for
a
play
.
Enter
Braggart
Armado
.
Sweet
Majesty
,
vouchsafe
me
—
ACT 5. SC. 2
Was
not
that
Hector
?
The
worthy
knight
of
Troy
.
I
will
kiss
thy
royal
finger
,
and
take
leave
.
I
am
a
votary
;
I
have
vowed
to
Jaquenetta
to
hold
the
plow
for
her
sweet
love
three
year
.
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
.
Call
them
forth
quickly
.
We
will
do
so
.
Holla
!
Approach
.
Enter
all
.
This
side
is
Hiems
,
Winter
;
this
Ver
,
the
Spring
;
the
one
maintained
by
the
owl
,
th’
other
by
the
cuckoo
.
Ver
,
begin
.
The
Song
.
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
plowmen’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
!
ACT 5. SC. 2
Cuckoo
,
cuckoo
!
O
word
of
fear
,
Unpleasing
to
a
married
ear
.
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
nipped
,
and
ways
be
foul
,
Then
nightly
sings
the
staring
owl
Tu-whit
to-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
to-who
.
A
merry
note
,
While
greasy
Joan
doth
keel
the
pot
.
The
words
of
Mercury
are
harsh
after
the
songs
of
Apollo
.
You
that
way
;
we
this
way
.
They
all
exit
.
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