1888Qu. Sweet hearts we shall be rich ere we depart,

1889If fairings come thus plentifully in.

1890A Lady wal'd about with Diamonds: Look you, what I

1891haue from the louing King.

1892Rosa. Madam, came nothing else along with that?

1893Qu. Nothing but this: yes as much loue in Rime,

1894As would be cram'd vp in a sheet of paper

1895Writ on both sides the leafe, margent and all,

1896That he was faine to seale on Cupids name.

1897Rosa. That was the way to make his god-head wax:

1898For he hath beene fiue thousand yeeres a Boy.

1899Kath. I, and a shrewd vnhappy gallowes too.

1900Ros. You'll nere be friends with him, a kild your sister.

1901Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heauy, and

1902so she died: had she beene Light like you, of such a mer-

1903rie nimble stirring spirit, she might a bin a Grandam ere

1904she died. And so may you: For a light heart liues long.

1905Ros. What's your darke meaning mouse, of this light

1906word?

1907Kat. A light condition in a beauty darke.

1908Ros. We need more light to finde your meaning out.

1909Kat. You'll marre the light by taking it in snuffe:

1910Therefore Ile darkely end the argument.

1911Ros. Look what you doe, you doe it stil i'th darke.

1912Kat. So do not you, for you are a light Wench.

1913Ros. Indeed I waigh not you, and therefore light.

1914Ka. You waigh me not, O that's you care not for me.

1915Ros. Great reason: for past care, is still past cure.

1916Qu. Well bandied both, a set of Wit well played.

1917But Rosaline, you haue a Fauour too?

1918Who sent it? and what is it?

1919Ros. I would you knew.

1920And if my face were but as faire as yours,

1921My Fauour were as great, be witnesse this.

1922Nay, I haue Verses too, I thanke Berowne,

1923The numbers true, and were the numbring too,

1924I were the fairest goddesse on the ground.

1925I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

1926O he hath drawne my picture in his letter.

1927Qu. Any thing like?

1928Ros. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.

1929Qu. Beauteous as Incke: a good conclusion.

1930Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke.

1931Ros. Ware pensals. How? Let me not die your debtor,

1932My red Dominicall, my golden letter.

1933O that your face were full of Oes.

1934Qu. A Pox of that iest, and I beshrew all Shrowes:

1935But Katherine, what was sent to you

1936From faire Dumaine?

1937Kat. Madame, this Gloue.

1938Qu. Did he not send you twaine?

1939Kat. Yes Madame: and moreouer,

1940Some thousand Verses of a faithfull Louer.

1941A huge translation of hypocrisie,

1942Vildly compiled, profound simplicitie.

1943Mar. This, and these Pearls, to me sent Longauile.

1944The Letter is too long by halfe a mile.

1945Qu. I thinke no lesse: Dost thou wish in heart

1946The Chaine were longer, and the Letter short.

1947Mar. I, or I would these hands might neuer part.

1948Quee. We are wise girles to mocke our Louers so.

1949Ros. They are worse fooles to purchase mocking so.

1950That same Berowne ile torture ere I goe.

1951O that I knew he were but in by th'weeke,

1952How I would make him fawne, and begge, and seeke,

1953And wait the season, and obserue the times,

1954And spend his prodigall wits in booteles rimes.

1955And shape his seruice wholly to my deuice,

1956And make him proud to make me proud that iests.

1957So pertaunt like would I o'resway his state,

1958That he shold be my foole, and I his fate.

1959Qu. None are so surely caught, when they are catcht,

1960As Wit turn'd foole, follie in Wisedome hatch'd:

1961Hath wisedoms warrant, and the helpe of Schoole,

1962And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole?

1963Ros. The bloud of youth burns not with such excesse,

1964As grauities reuolt to wantons be.

1965Mar. Follie in Fooles beares not so strong a note,

1966As fool'ry in the Wise, when Wit doth dote:

1967Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

1968To proue by Wit, worth in simplicitie.

1970Qu. Heere comes Boyet, and mirth in his face.

1971Boy. O I am stab'd with laughter, Wher's her Grace?

1972Qu. Thy newes Boyet?

1973Boy. Prepare Madame, prepare.

1974Arme Wenches arme, incounters mounted are,

1975Against your Peace, Loue doth approach, disguis'd:

1976Armed in arguments, you'll be surpriz'd.

1977Muster your Wits, stand in your owne defence,

1978Or hide your heads like Cowards, and flie hence.

1979Qu. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid: What are they,

1980That charge their breath against vs? Say scout say.

1981Boy. Vnder the coole shade of a Siccamore,

1982I thought to close mine eyes some halfe an houre:

1983When lo to interrupt my purpos'd rest,

1984Toward that shade I might behold addrest,

1985The King and his companions: warely

1986I stole into a neighbour thicket by,

1987And ouer-heard, what you shall ouer-heare:

1988That by and by disguis'd they will be heere.

1989Their Herald is a pretty knauish Page:

1990That well by heart hath con'd his embassage,

1991Action and accent did they teach him there.

1992Thus must thou speake, and thus thy body beare.

1993And euer and anon they made a doubt,

1994Presence maiesticall would put him out:

1995For quoth the King, an Angell shalt thou see:

1996Yet feare not thou, but speake audaciously.

1997The Boy reply'd, An Angell is not euill:

1998I should haue fear'd her, had she beene a deuill.

1999With that all laugh'd, and clap'd him on the shoulder,

2000Making the bold wagg by their praises bolder.

2001One rub'd his elboe thus, and fleer'd, and swore,

2002A better speech was neuer spoke before.

2003Another with his finger and his thumb,

2004Cry'd via, we will doo't, come what will come.

2005The third he caper'd and cried, All goes well.

2006The fourth turn'd on the toe, and downe he fell:

2007With that they all did tumble on the ground,

2008With such a zelous laughter so profound,

2009That in this spleene ridiculous appeares,

2010To checke their folly passions solemne teares.

2011Quee. But what, but what, come they to visit vs?

2012Boy. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,

2013Like Muscouites, or Russians, as I gesse.

2014Their purpose is to parlee, to court, and dance,

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2015And euery one his Loue-feat will aduance,

2016Vnto his seuerall Mistresse: which they'll know

2017By fauours seuerall, which they did bestow.

2018Queen. And will they so? the Gallants shall be taskt:

2019For Ladies; we will euery one be maskt,

2020And not a man of them shall haue the grace

2021Despight of sute, to see a Ladies face.

2022Hold Rosaline, this Fauour thou shalt weare,

2023And then the King will court thee for his Deare:

2024Hold, take thou this my sweet, and giue me thine,

2025So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline.

2026And change your Fauours too, so shall your Loues

2027Woo contrary, deceiu'd by these remoues.

2028Rosa. Come on then, weare the fauours most in sight.

2029Kath. But in this changing, What is your intent?

2030Queen. The effect of my intent is to crosse theirs:

2031They doe it but in mocking merriment,

2032And mocke for mocke is onely my intent.

2033Their seuerall counsels they vnbosome shall,

2034To Loues mistooke, and so be mockt withall.

2035Vpon the next occasion that we meete,

2036With Visages displayd to talke and greete.

2037Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire vs too't?

2038Quee. No, to the death we will not moue a foot,

2039Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace:

2040But while 'tis spoke, each turne away his face.

2041Boy. Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart,

2042And quite diuorce his memory from his part.

2043Quee. Therefore I doe it, and I make no doubt,

2044The rest will ere come in, if he be out.

2045Theres no such sport, as sport by sport orethrowne:

2046To make theirs ours, and ours none but our owne.

2047So shall we stay mocking entended game,

2048And they well mockt, depart away with shame. Sound.

2049Boy. The Trompet sounds, be maskt, the maskers

2050come.

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2054Ber. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata.

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2058Ber. Their eyes villaine, their eyes.

2061Boy. True, out indeed.

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2064Ber. Once to behold, rogue.

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2067Boy. They will not answer to that Epythite,

2068You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes.

2069Pag. They do not marke me, and that brings me out.

2070Bero. Is this your perfectnesse? be gon you rogue.

2071Rosa. What would these strangers?

2072Know their mindes Boyet.

2073If they doe speake our language, 'tis our will

2074That some plaine man recount their purposes.

2075Know what they would?

2076Boyet. What would you with the Princes?

2077Ber. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.

2078Ros. What would they, say they?

2079Boy. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.

2080Rosa. Why that they haue, and bid them so be gon.

2081Boy. She saies you haue it, and you may be gon.

2082Kin. Say to her we haue measur'd many miles,

2083To tread a Measure with you on the grasse.

2084Boy. They say that they haue measur'd many a mile,

2085To tread a Measure with you on this grasse.

2086Rosa. It is not so. Aske them how many inches

2087Is in one mile? If they haue measur'd manie,

2088The measure then of one is easlie told.

2089Boy. If to come hither, you haue measur'd miles,

2090And many miles: the Princesse bids you tell,

2091How many inches doth fill vp one mile?

2092Ber. Tell her we measure them by weary steps.

2093Boy. She heares her selfe.

2094Rosa. How manie wearie steps,

2095Of many wearie miles you haue ore-gone,

2096Are numbred in the trauell of one mile?

2097Bero. We number nothing that we spend for you,

2098Our dutie is so rich, so infinite,

2099That we may doe it still without accompt.

2100Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of your face,

2101That we (like sauages) may worship it.

2102Rosa. My face is but a Moone and clouded too.

2103Kin. Blessed are clouds, to doe as such clouds do.

2104Vouchsafe bright Moone, and these thy stars to shine,

2105(Those clouds remooued) vpon our waterie eyne.

2106Rosa. O vaine peticioner, beg a greater matter,

2107Thou now requests but Mooneshine in the water.

2108Kin. Then in our measure, vouchsafe but one change.

2109Thou bidst me begge, this begging is not strange.

2110Rosa. Play musicke then: nay you must doe it soone.

2111Not yet no dance: thus change I like the Moone.

2112Kin. Will you not dance? How come you thus e-

2113stranged?

2114Rosa. You tooke the Moone at full, but now shee's

2115changed?

2116Kin. Yet still she is the Moone, and I the Man.

2117Rosa. The musick playes, vouchsafe some motion to

2118it: Our eares vouchsafe it.

2119Kin. But your legges should doe it.

2120Ros. Since you are strangers, & come here by chance,

2121Wee'll not be nice, take hands, we will not dance.

2122Kin. Why take you hands then?

2123Rosa. Onelie to part friends.

2124Curtsie sweet hearts, and so the Measure ends.

2125Kin. More measure of this measure, be not nice.

2126Rosa. We can afford no more at such a price.

2127Kin. Prise your selues: What buyes your companie?

2128Rosa. Your absence onelie.

2129Kin. That can neuer be.

2130Rosa. Then cannot we be bought: and so adue,

2131Twice to your Visore, and halfe once to you.

2132Kin. If you denie to dance, let's hold more chat.

2133Ros. In priuate then.

2134Kin. I am best pleas'd with that.

2135Be. White handed Mistris, one sweet word with thee.

2136Qu. Hony, and Milke, and Suger: there is three.

2137Ber. Nay then two treyes, an if you grow so nice

2138Methegline, Wort, and Malmsey; well runne dice:

2139There's halfe a dozen sweets.

2140Qu. Seuenth sweet adue, since you can cogg,

2141Ile play no more with you.

2142Ber. One word in secret.

2143Qu. Let it not be sweet.

2144Ber. Thou greeu'st my gall.

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2145Qu. Gall, bitter.

2146Ber. Therefore meete.

2147Du. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?

2148Mar. Name it.

2149Dum. Faire Ladie:

2150Mar. Say you so? Faire Lord:

2151Take you that for your faire Lady.

2152Du. Please it you,

2153As much in priuate, and Ile bid adieu.

2154Mar. What, was your vizard made without a tong?

2155Long. I know the reason Ladie why you aske.

2156Mar. O for your reason, quickly sir, I long.

2157Long. You haue a double tongue within your mask.

2158And would affoord my speechlesse vizard halfe.

2159Mar. Veale quoth the Dutch-man: is not Veale a

2160Calfe?

2161Long. A Calfe faire Ladie?

2162Mar. No, a faire Lord Calfe.

2163Long. Let's part the word.

2164Mar. No, Ile not be your halfe:

2165Take all and weane it, it may proue an Oxe.

2166Long. Looke how you but your selfe in these sharpe

2167mockes.

2168Will you giue hornes chast Ladie? Do not so.

2169Mar. Then die a Calfe before your horns do grow.

2170Lon. One word in priuate with you ere I die.

2171Mar. Bleat softly then, the Butcher heares you cry.

2172Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

2173As is the Razors edge, inuisible:

2174Cutting a smaller haire then may be seene,

2175Aboue the sense of sence so sensible:

2176Seemeth their conference, their conceits haue wings,

2177Fleeter then arrows, bullets wind, thoght, swifter things

2178Rosa. Not one word more my maides, breake off,

2179breake off.

2180Ber. By heauen, all drie beaten with pure scoffe.

2181King. Farewell madde Wenches, you haue simple

2182wits. Exeunt.

2183Qu. Twentie adieus my frozen Muscouits.

2184Are these the breed of wits so wondred at?

2185Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweete breathes

2186puft out.

2187Rosa. Wel-liking wits they haue, grosse, grosse, fat, fat.

2188Qu. O pouertie in wit, Kingly poore flout.

2189Will they not (thinke you) hang themselues to night?

2190Or euer but in vizards shew their faces:

2191This pert Berowne was out of count'nance quite.

2192Rosa. They were all in lamentable cases.

2193The King was weeping ripe for a good word.

2194Qu. Berowne did sweare himselfe out of all suite.

2195Mar. Dumaine was at my seruice, and his sword:

2196No point (quoth I:) my seruant straight was mute.

2197Ka. Lord Longauill said I came ore his hart:

2198And trow you what he call'd me?

2199Qu. Qualme perhaps.

2200Kat. Yes in good faith.

2201Qu. Go sicknesse as thou art.

2202Ros. Well, better wits haue worne plain statute caps,

2203But will you heare; the King is my loue sworne.

2204Qu. And quicke Berowne hath plighted faith to me.

2205Kat. And Longauill was for my seruice borne.

2206Mar. Dumaine is mine as sure as barke on tree.

2207Boyet. Madam, and prettie mistresses giue eare,

2208Immediately they will againe be heere

2209In their owne shapes: for it can neuer be,

2210They will digest this harsh indignitie.

2211Qu. Will they returne?

2212Boy. They will they will, God knowes,

2213And leape for ioy, though they are lame with blowes:

2214Therefore change Fauours, and when they repaire,

2215Blow like sweet Roses, in this summer aire.

2216Qu. How blow? how blow? Speake to bee vnder-

2217stood.

2218Boy. Faire Ladies maskt, are Roses in their bud:

2219Dismaskt, their damaske sweet commixture showne,

2220Are Angels vailing clouds, or Roses blowne.

2221Qu. Auant perplexitie: What shall we do,

2222If they returne in their owne shapes to wo?

2223Rosa. Good Madam, if by me you'l be aduis'd,

2224Let's mocke them still as well knowne as disguis'd:

2225Let vs complaine to them what fooles were heare,

2226Disguis'd like Muscouites in shapelesse geare:

2227And wonder what they were, and to what end

2228Their shallow showes, and Prologue vildely pen'd:

2229And their rough carriage so ridiculous,

2230Should be presented at our Tent to vs.

2231Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.

2232Quee. Whip to our Tents, as Roes runnes ore Land.

2235King. Faire sir, God saue you. Wher's the Princesse?

2236Boy. Gone to her Tent.

2237Please it your Maiestie command me any seruice to her?

2238King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.

2239Boy. I will, and so will she, I know my Lord. Exit.

2240Ber. This fellow pickes vp wit as Pigeons pease,

2241And vtters it againe, when Ioue doth please.

2242He is Wits Pedler, and retailes his Wares,

2243At Wakes, and Wassels, Meetings, Markets, Faires.

2244And we that sell by grosse, the Lord doth know,

2245Haue not the grace to grace it with such show.

2246This Gallant pins the Wenches on his sleeue.

2247Had he bin Adam, he had tempted Eue.

2248He can carue too, and lispe: Why this is he,

2249That kist away his hand in courtesie.

2250This is the Ape of Forme, Monsieur the nice,

2251That when he plaies at Tables, chides the Dice

2252In honorable tearmes: Nay he can sing

2253A meane most meanly, and in Vshering

2254Mend him who can: the Ladies call him sweete.

2255The staires as he treads on them kisse his feete.

2256This is the flower that smiles on euerie one,

2257To shew his teeth as white as Whales bone.

2258And consciences that wil not die in debt,

2259Pay him the dutie of honie-tongued Boyet.

2260King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my hart,

2261That put Armathoes Page out of his part.

2263Ber. See where it comes. Behauiour what wer't thou,

2264Till this madman shew'd thee? And what art thou now?

2265King. All haile sweet Madame, and faire time of day.

2266Qu. Faire in all Haile is foule, as I conceiue.

2267King. Construe my speeches better, if you may.

2268Qu. Then wish me better, I wil giue you leaue.

2269King. We came to visit you, and purpose now

2270To leade you to our Court, vouchsafe it then.

2271Qu. This field shal hold me, and so hold your vow:

2272Nor God, nor I, delights in periur'd men.

2273King. Rebuke me not for that which you prouoke:

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2274The vertue of your eie must breake my oth.

2275Q. You nickname vertue: vice you should haue spoke:

2276For vertues office neuer breakes men troth.

2277Now by my maiden honor, yet as pure

2278As the vnsallied Lilly, I protest,

2279A world of torments though I should endure,

2280I would not yeeld to be your houses guest:

2281So much I hate a breaking cause to be

2282Of heauenly oaths, vow'd with integritie.

2283Kin. O you haue liu'd in desolation heere,

2284Vnseene, vnuisited, much to our shame.

2285Qu. Not so my Lord, it is not so I sweare,

2286We haue had pastimes heere, and pleasant game,

2287A messe of Russians left vs but of late.

2288Kin. How Madam? Russians?

2289Qu. I in truth, my Lord.

2290Trim gallants, full of Courtship and of state.

2291Rosa. Madam speake true. It is not so my Lord:

2292My Ladie (to the manner of the daies)

2293In curtesie giues vndeseruing praise.

2294We foure indeed confronted were with foure

2295In Russia habit: Heere they stayed an houre,

2296And talk'd apace: and in that houre (my Lord)

2297They did not blesse vs with one happy word.

2298I dare not call them fooles; but this I thinke,

2299When they are thirstie, fooles would faine haue drinke.

2300Ber. This iest is drie to me. Gentle sweete,

2301Your wits makes wise things foolish when we greete

2302With eies best seeing, heauens fierie eie:

2303By light we loose light; your capacitie

2304Is of that nature, that to your huge stoore,

2305Wise things seeme foolish, and rich things but poore.

2306Ros. This proues you wise and rich: for in my eie

2307Ber. I am a foole, and full of pouertie.

2308Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,

2309It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

2310Ber. O, I am yours, and all that I possesse.

2311Ros. All the foole mine.

2312Ber. I cannot giue you lesse.

2313Ros. Which of the Vizards what it that you wore?

2314Ber. Where? when? What Vizard?

2315Why demand you this?

2316Ros. There, then, that vizard, that superfluous case,

2317That hid the worse, and shew'd the better face.

2318Kin. We are discried,

2319They'l mocke vs now downeright.

2320Du. Let vs confesse, and turne it to a iest.

2321Que. Amaz'd my Lord? Why lookes your Highnes

2322sadde?

2323Rosa. Helpe hold his browes, hee'l sound: why looke

2324you pale?

2325Sea-sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie.

2326Ber. Thus poure the stars down plagues for periury.

2327Can any face of brasse hold longer out?

2328Heere stand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me,

2329Bruise me with scorne, confound me with a flout.

2330Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance.

2331Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit:

2332And I will wish thee neuer more to dance,

2333Nor neuer more in Russian habit waite.

2334O! neuer will I trust to speeches pen'd,

2335Nor to the motion of a Schoole-boies tongue.

2336Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend,

2337Nor woo in rime like a blind-harpers songue,

2338Taffata phrases, silken tearmes precise,

2339Three-pil'd Hyperboles, spruce affection;

2340Figures pedanticall, these summer flies,

2341Haue blowne me full of maggot ostentation.

2342I do forsweare them, and I heere protest,

2343By this white Gloue (how white the hand God knows)

2344Henceforth my woing minde shall be exprest

2345In russet yeas, and honest kersie noes.

2346And to begin Wench, so God helpe me law,

2347My loue to thee is sound, sans cracke or flaw.

2348Rosa. Sans, sans, I pray you.

2349Ber. Yet I haue a tricke

2350Of the old rage: beare with me, I am sicke.

2351Ile leaue it by degrees: soft, let vs see,

2352Write Lord haue mercie on vs, on those three,

2353They are infected, in their hearts it lies:

2354They haue the plague, and caught it of your eyes:

2355These Lords are visited, you are not free:

2356For the Lords tokens on you do I see.

2357Qu. No, they are free that gaue these tokens to vs.

2358Ber. Our states are forfeit, seeke not to vndo vs.

2359Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,

2360That you stand forfeit, being those that sue.

2361Ber. Peace, for I will not haue to do with you.

2362Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

2363Ber. Speake for your selues, my wit is at an end.

2364King. Teach vs sweete Madame, for our rude trans-

2365gression, some faire excuse.

2366Qu. The fairest is confession.

2367Were you not heere but euen now, disguis'd?

2368Kin. Madam, I was.

2369Qu. And were you well aduis'd?

2370Kin. I was faire Madam.

2371Qu. When you then were heere,

2372What did you whisper in your Ladies eare?

2373King. That more then all the world I did respect her

2374Qu. When shee shall challenge this, you will reiect

2375her.

2376King. Vpon mine Honor no.

2377Qu. Peace, peace, forbeare:

2378your oath once broke, you force not to forsweare.

2379King. Despise me when I breake this oath of mine.

2380Qu. I will, and therefore keepe it. Rosaline,

2381What did the Russian whisper in your eare?

2382Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me deare

2383As precious eye-sight, and did value me

2384Aboue this World: adding thereto moreouer,

2385That he would Wed me, or else die my Louer.

2386Qu. God giue thee ioy of him: the Noble Lord

2387Most honorably doth vphold his word.

2388King. What meane you Madame?

2389By my life, my troth

2390I neuer swore this Ladie such an oth.

2391Ros. By heauen you did; and to confirme it plaine,

2392you gaue me this: But take it sir againe.

2393King. My faith and this, the Princesse I did giue,

2394I knew her by this Iewell on her sleeue.

2395Qu. Pardon me sir, this Iewell did she weare,

2396And Lord Berowne (I thanke him) is my deare.

2397What? Will you haue me, or your Pearle againe?

2398Ber. Neither of either, I remit both twaine.

2399I see the tricke on't: Heere was a consent,

2400Knowing aforehand of our merriment,

2401To dash it like a Christmas Comedie.

2402Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Zanie,

2403Some mumble-newes, some trencher-knight, som Dick

2404That smiles his cheeke in yeares, and knowes the trick

2405To make my Lady laugh, when she's dispos'd;

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2406Told our intents before: which once disclos'd,

2407The Ladies did change Fauours; and then we

2408Following the signes, woo'd but the signe of she.

2409Now to our periurie, to adde more terror,

2410We are againe forsworne in will and error.

2411Much vpon this tis: and might not you

2412Forestall our sport, to make vs thus vntrue?

2413Do not you know my Ladies foot by'th squier?

2414And laugh vpon the apple of her eie?

2415And stand betweene her backe sir, and the fire,

2416Holding a trencher, iesting merrilie?

2417You put our Page out: go, you are alowd.

2418Die when you will, a smocke shall be your shrowd.

2419You leere vpon me, do you? There's an eie

2420Wounds like a Leaden sword.

2421Boy. Full merrily hath this braue manager, this car-

2422reere bene run.

2423Ber. Loe, he is tilting straight. Peace, I haue don.

2425Welcome pure wit, thou part'st a faire fray.

2426Clo. O Lord sir, they would kno,

2427Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.

2428Ber. What, are there but three?

2429Clo. No sir, but it is vara fine,

2430For euerie one pursents three.

2431Ber. And three times thrice is nine.

2432Clo. Not so sir, vnder correction sir, I hope it is not so.

2433You cannot beg vs sir, I can assure you sir, we know what

2434we know: I hope sir three times thrice sir.

2435Ber. Is not nine.

2436Clo. Vnder correction sir, wee know where-vntill it

2437doth amount.

2438Ber. By Ioue, I alwaies tooke three threes for nine.

2439Clow. O Lord sir, it were pittie you should get your

2440liuing by reckning sir.

2441Ber. How much is it?

2442Clo. O Lord sir, the parties themselues, the actors sir

2443will shew where-vntill it doth amount: for mine owne

2444part, I am (as they say, but to perfect one man in one

2445poore man) Pompion the great sir.

2446Ber. Art thou one of the Worthies?

2447Clo. It pleased them to thinke me worthie of Pompey

2448the great: for mine owne part, I know not the degree of

2449the Worthie, but I am to stand for him.

2450Ber. Go, bid them prepare. Exit.

2451Clo. We will turne it finely off sir, we wil take some

2452care.

2453King. Berowne, they will shame vs:

2454Let them not approach.

2455Ber. We are shame-proofe my Lord: and 'tis some

2456policie, to haue one shew worse then the Kings and his

2457companie.

2458Kin. I say they shall not come.

2459Qu. Nay my good Lord, let me ore-rule you now;

2460That sport best pleases, that doth least know how.

2461Where Zeale striues to content, and the contents

2462Dies in the Zeale of that which it presents:

2463Their forme confounded, makes most forme in mirth,

2464When great things labouring perish in their birth.

2465Ber. A right description of our sport my Lord.

2467Brag. Annointed, I implore so much expence of thy

2468royall sweet breath, as will vtter a brace of words.

2469Qu. Doth this man serue God?

2470Ber. Why aske you?

2471Qu. He speak's not like a man of God's making.

2472Brag. That's all one my faire sweet honie Monarch:

2473For I protest, the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantasticall:

2474Too too vaine, too too vaine. But we wil put it (as they

2475say) to Fortuna delaguar, I wish you the peace of minde

2476most royall cupplement.

2477King. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies;

2478He presents Hector of Troy, the Swaine Pompey y^e great,

2479the Parish Curate Alexander, Armadoes Page Hercules,

2480the Pedant Iudas Machabeus:

2483Ber. There is fiue in the first shew.

2484Kin. You are deceiued, tis not so.

2485Ber. The Pedant, the Braggart, the Hedge-Priest, the

2486Foole, and the Boy,

2487Abate throw at Novum, and the whole world againe,

2488Cannot pricke out fiue such, take each one in's vaine.

2489Kin. The ship is vnder saile, and here she coms amain.

.

2492Ber. You lie, you are not he.

.

2494Boy. With Libbards head on knee.

2495Ber. Well said old mocker,

2496I must needs be friends with thee.

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2498Du. The great.

2499Clo. It is great sir:

.

2505If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey, I had done.

2506La. Great thankes great Pompey.

2507Clo. Tis not so much worth: but I hope I was per-

2508fect. I made a little fault in great.

2509Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie, Pompey prooues the

2510best Worthie.

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2516Boiet. Your nose saies no, you are not:

2517For it stands too right.

2518Ber. Your nose smels no, in this most tender smel-

2519ling Knight.

2520Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid:

2521Proceede good Alexander.

.

2524Boiet. Most true, 'tis right: you were so Alisander.

2525Ber. Pompey the great.

2526Clo. your seruant and Costard.

2527Ber. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alisander

2528Clo. O sir, you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the con-

2529queror: you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for

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2530this: your Lion that holds his Pollax sitting on a close

2531stoole, will be giuen to Aiax. He will be the ninth wor-

2532thie. A Conqueror, and affraid to speake? Runne away

2533for shame Alisander. There an't shall please you: a foo-

2534lish milde man, an honest man, looke you, & soon dasht.

2535He is a maruellous good neighbour insooth, and a verie

2536good Bowler: but for Alisander, alas you see, how 'tis a

2537little ore-parted. But there are Worthies a comming,

2538will speake their minde in some other sort. Exit Cu.

2539Qu. Stand aside good Pompey.

2547Keepe some state in thy exit, and vanish. Exit Boy

.

2549Dum. A Iudas?

2550Ped. Not Iscariot sir.

.

2552Dum. Iudas Machabeus clipt, is plaine Iudas.

2553Ber. A kissing traitor. How art thou prou'd Iudas?

2554Ped. Iudas I am.

2555Dum. The more shame for you Iudas.

2556Ped. What meane you sir?

2557Boi. To make Iudas hang himselfe.

2558Ped. Begin sir, you are my elder.

2559Ber. Well follow'd, Iudas was hang'd on an Elder.

2560Ped. I will not be put out of countenance.

2561Ber. Because thou hast no face.

2562Ped. What is this?

2563Boi. A Citterne head.

2564Dum. The head of a bodkin.

2565Ber. A deaths face in a ring.

2566Lon. The face of an old Roman coine, scarce seene.

2567Boi. The pummell of Caesars Faulchion.

2568Dum. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske.

2569Ber. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch.

2570Dum. I, and in a brooch of Lead.

2571Ber. I, and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer.

2572And now forward, for we haue put thee in countenance

2573Ped. You haue put me out of countenance.

2574Ber. False, we haue giuen thee faces.

2575Ped. But you haue out-fac'd them all.

2576Ber. And thou wer't a Lion, we would do so.

2577Boy. Therefore as he is, an Asse, let him go:

2578And so adieu sweet Iude. Nay, why dost thou stay?

2579Dum. For the latter end of his name.

2580Ber. For the Asse to the Iude: giue it him. Iud-as a-

2581way.

2582Ped. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

2583Boy. A light for monsieur Iudas, it growes darke, he

2584may stumble.

2585Que. Alas poore Machabeus, how hath hee beene

2586baited.

2588Ber. Hide thy head Achilles, heere comes Hector in

2589Armes.

2590Dum. Though my mockes come home by me, I will

2591now be merrie.

2592King. Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.

2593Boi. But is this Hector?

2594Kin. I thinke Hector was not so cleane timber'd.

2595Lon. His legge is too big for Hector.

2596Dum. More Calfe certaine.

2597Boi. No, he is best indued in the small.

2598Ber. This cannot be Hector.

2599Dum. He's a God or a Painter, for he makes faces.

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2602Dum. A gilt Nutmegge.

2603Ber. A Lemmon.

2604Lon. Stucke with Cloues.

2605Dum. No clouen.

.

2610I am that Flower.

2611Dum. That Mint.

2612Long. That Cullambine.

2613Brag. Sweet Lord Longauill reine thy tongue.

2614Lon. I must rather giue it the reine: for it runnes a-

2615gainst Hector.

2616Dum. I, and Hector's a Grey-hound.

2617Brag. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten,

2618Sweet chuckes, beat not the bones of the buried:

2619But I will forward with my deuice;

2620Sweet Royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing.

2622Qu. Speake braue Hector, we are much delighted.

2623Brag. I do adore thy sweet Graces slipper.

2624Boy. Loues her by the foot.

2625Dum. He may not by the yard.

2628Clo. Fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two moneths

2629on her way.

2630Brag. What meanest thou?

2631Clo. Faith vnlesse you play the honest Troyan, the

2632poore Wench is cast away: she's quick, the child brags

2633in her belly alreadie: tis yours.

2634Brag. Dost thou infamonize me among Potentates?

2635Thou shalt die.

2636Clo. Then shall Hector be whipt for Iaquenetta that

2637is quicke by him, and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead by

2638him.

2639Dum. Most rare Pompey.

2640Boi. Renowned Pompey.

2641Ber. Greater then great, great, great, great Pompey:

2642Pompey the huge.

2643Dum. Hector trembles.

2644Ber. Pompey is moued, more Atees more Atees stirre

2645them, or stirre them on.

2646Dum. Hector will challenge him.

2647Ber. I, if a'haue no more mans blood in's belly, then

2648will sup a Flea.

2649Brag. By the North-pole I do challenge thee.

2650Clo. I wil not fight with a pole like a Northern man;

2651Ile slash, Ile do it by the sword: I pray you let mee bor-

2652row my Armes againe.

2653Dum. Roome for the incensed Worthies.

2654Clo. Ile do it in my shirt.

2655Dum. Most resolute Pompey.

2656Page. Master, let me take you a button hole lower:

2657Do you not see Pompey is vncasing for the combat: what

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2658meane you? you will lose your reputation.

2659Brag. Gentlemen and Souldiers pardon me, I will

2660not combat in my shirt.

2661Du. You may not denie it, Pompey hath made the

2662challenge.

2663Brag. Sweet bloods, I both may, and will.

2664Ber. What reason haue you for't?

2665Brag. The naked truth of it is, I haue no shirt,

2666I go woolward for penance.

2667Boy. True, and it was inioyned him in Rome for want

2668of Linnen: since when, Ile be sworne he wore none, but

2669a dishclout of Iaquenettas, and that hee weares next his

2670heart for a fauour.

2672Mar. God saue you Madame.

2673Qu. Welcome Marcade, but that thou interruptest

2674our merriment.

2675Marc. I am sorrie Madam, for the newes I bring is

2676heauie in my tongue. The King your father

2677Qu. Dead for my life.

2678Mar. Euen so: My tale is told.

2679Ber. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud.

2680Brag. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I

2681haue seene the day of wrong, through the little hole of

2682discretion, and I will right my selfe like a Souldier.

2684Kin. How fare's your Maiestie?

2685Qu. Boyet prepare, I will away to night.

2686Kin. Madame not so, I do beseech you stay.

2687Qu. Prepare I say. I thanke you gracious Lords

2688For all your faire endeuours and entreats:

2689Out of a new sad-soule, that you vouchsafe,

2690In your rich wisedome to excuse, or hide,

2691The liberall opposition of our spirits,

2692If ouer-boldly we haue borne our selues,

2693In the conuerse of breath (your gentlenesse

2694Was guiltie of it.) Farewell worthie Lord:

2695A heauie heart beares not a humble tongue.

2696Excuse me so, comming so short of thankes,

2697For my great suite, so easily obtain'd.

2698Kin. The extreme parts of time, extremelie formes

2699All causes to the purpose of his speed:

2700And often at his verie loose decides

2701That, which long processe could not arbitrate.

2702And though the mourning brow of progenie

2703Forbid the smiling curtesie of Loue:

2704The holy suite which faine it would conuince,

2705Yet since loues argument was first on foote,

2706Let not the cloud of sorrow iustle it

2707From what it purpos'd: since to waile friends lost,

2708Is not by much so wholsome profitable,

2709As to reioyce at friends but newly found.

2710Qu. I vnderstand you not, my greefes are double.

2711Ber. Honest plain words, best pierce the ears of griefe

2712And by these badges vnderstand the King,

2713For your faire sakes haue we neglected time,

2714Plaid foule play with our oaths: your beautie Ladies

2715Hath much deformed vs, fashioning our humors

2716Euen to the opposed end of our intents.

2717And what in vs hath seem'd ridiculous:

2718As Loue is full of vnbefitting straines,

2719All wanton as a childe, skipping and vaine.

2720Form'd by the eie, and therefore like the eie.

2721Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of formes

2722Varying in subiects as the eie doth roule,

2723To euerie varied obiect in his glance:

2724Which partie-coated presence of loose loue

2725Put on by vs, if in your heauenly eies,

2726Haue misbecom'd our oathes and grauities.

2727Those heauenlie eies that looke into these faults,

2728Suggested vs to make: therefore Ladies

2729Our loue being yours, the error that Loue makes

2730Is likewise yonrs. We to our selues proue false,

2731By being once false, for euer to be true

2732To those that make vs both, faire Ladies you.

2733And euen that falshood in it selfe a sinne,

2734Thus purifies it selfe, and turnes to grace.

2735Qu. We haue receiu'd your Letters, full of Loue:

2736Your Fauours, the Ambassadors of Loue.

2737And in our maiden counsaile rated them,

2738At courtship, pleasant iest, and curtesie,

2739As bumbast and as lining to the time:

2740But more deuout then these are our respects

2741Haue we not bene, and therefore met your loues

2742In their owne fashion, like a merriment.

2743Du. Our letters Madam, shew'd much more then iest.

2744Lon. So did our lookes.

2745Rosa. We did not coat them so.

2746Kin. Now at the latest minute of the houre,

2747Grant vs your loues.

2748Qu. A time me thinkes too short,

2749To make a world-without-end bargaine in;

2750No, no my Lord, your Grace is periur'd much,

2751Full of deare guiltinesse, and therefore this:

2752If for my Loue (as there is no such cause)

2753You will do ought, this shall you do for me.

2754Your oth I will not trust: but go with speed

2755To some forlorne and naked Hermitage,

2756Remote from all the pleasures of the world:

2757There stay, vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes

2758Haue brought about their annuall reckoning.

2759If this austere insociable life,

2760Change not your offer made in heate of blood:

2761If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds

2762Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue,

2763But that it beare this triall, and last loue:

2764Then at the expiration of the yeare,

2765Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,

2766And by this Virgin palme, now kissing thine,

2767I will be thine: and till that instant shut

2768My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house,

2769Raining the teares of lamentation,

2770For the remembrance of my Fathers death.

2771If this thou do denie, let our hands part,

2772Neither intitled in the others hart.

2773Kin. If this, or more then this, I would denie,

2774To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest,

2775The sodaine hand of death close vp mine eie.

2776Hence euer then, my heart is in thy brest.

2777Ber. And what to me my Loue? and what to me?

2778Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd.

2779You are attaint with faults and periurie:

2780Therefore if you my fauor meane to get,

2781A tweluemonth shall you spend, and neuer rest,

2782But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke.

2783Du. But what to me my loue? but what to me?

2784Kat. A wife? a beard, faire health, and honestie,

2785With three-fold loue, I wish you all these three.

2786Du. O shall I say, I thanke you gentle wife?

2787Kat. Not so my Lord, a tweluemonth and a day,

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2788Ile marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say.

2789Come when the King doth to my Ladie come:

2790Then if I haue much loue, Ile giue you some.

2791Dum. Ile serue thee true and faithfully till then.

2792Kath. Yet sweare not, least ye be forsworne agen.

2793Lon. What saies Maria?

2794Mari. At the tweluemonths end,

2795Ile change my blacke Gowne, for a faithfull friend.

2796Lon. Ile stay with patience: but the time is long.

2797Mari. The liker you, few taller are so yong.

2798Ber. Studies my Ladie? Mistresse, looke on me,

2799Behold the window of my heart, mine eie:

2800What humble suite attends thy answer there,

2801Impose some seruice on me for my loue.

2802Ros. Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne,

2803Before I saw you: and the worlds large tongue

2804Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes,

2805Full of comparisons, and wounding floutes:

2806Which you on all estates will execute,

2807That lie within the mercie of your wit.

2808To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine,

2809And therewithall to win me, if you please,

2810Without the which I am not to be won:

2811You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day,

2812Visite the speechlesse sicke, and still conuerse

2813With groaning wretches: and your taske shall be,

2814With all the fierce endeuour of your wit,

2815To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

2816Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death?

2817It cannot be, it is impossible.

2818Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie.

2819Ros. Why that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,

2820Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

2821Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles:

2822A iests prosperitie, lies in the eare

2823Of him that heares it, neuer in the tongue

2824Of him that makes it: then, if sickly eares,

2825Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones,

2826Will heare your idle scornes; continue then,

2827And I will haue you, and that fault withall.

2828But if they will not, throw away that spirit,

2829And I shal finde you emptie of that fault,

2830Right ioyfull of your reformation.

2831Ber. A tweluemonth? Well: befall what will befall,

2832Ile iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall.

2833Qu. I sweet my Lord, and so I take my leaue.

2834King. No Madam, we will bring you on your way.

2835Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play:

2836Iacke hath not Gill: these Ladies courtesie

2837Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie.

2838Kin. Come sir, it wants a tweluemonth and a day,

2839And then 'twil end.

2840Ber. That's too long for a play.

2842Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me.

2843Qu. Was not that Hector?

2844Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy.

2845Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger, and take leaue.

2846I am a Votarie, I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the

2847Plough for her sweet loue three yeares. But most estee-

2848med greatnesse, wil you heare the Dialogue that the two

2849Learned men haue compiled, in praise of the Owle and

2850the Cuckow? It should haue followed in the end of our

2851shew.

2852Kin. Call them forth quickely, we will do so.

2853Brag. Holla, Approach.

2855This side is Hiems, Winter.

2856This Ver, the Spring: the one maintained by the Owle,

2857Th'other by the Cuckow.

2858Ver, begin.

2897Brag. The Words of Mercurie,

2898Are harsh after the songs of Apollo:

2899You that way; we this way.

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