"What, stain'd with blood?

"Approach, ye furies fell!

"O fates! come, come; "Cut thread and thrum *; "Quail, crush, conclude, and quell + !" The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look

sad.

[man. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the Pyr." 0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? [dear. "Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my "Which is-no, no--which was the fairest dame, [look'd with cheert. "That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that "Come, tears, confound; "Out, sword, and wound "The pap of Pyramus:

Ay, that left pap, "Where heart doth hop: "Thus die 1, thus, thus, thus. "Now am I dead, "Now am I fled;

My soul is in the sky:

"Tongue, lose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die."

[Dies. Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he

is but one.

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead: he is nothing.

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass.

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. Enter THISBE.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. "Asleep, my love? "What, dead, my dove?

O Pyramus, arise,

"Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "Dead, dead? A tomb

"Must cover thy sweet eyes. "These lily brows,

"This cherry nose,

"These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Coarse yarn.

"Are gone, are gone:
"Lovers, make moan!

"His eyes were green as leeks.
"O sisters three,

"Come, come, to me, "With hands as pale as milk; "Lay them in gore,

"Since you have shore

"With shears his thread of silk. "Tongue, not a word:"Come, trusty sword;

"Come, blade, my breast imbrue :

"And farewell, friends;

"Thus Thisby ends:

"Adieu, adieu, adieu."

[Dies.

The. Moonshine, and lion are left to bury the dead.

Dem. Ay, and wall too.

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.

[Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told

twelve :

Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd
The heavy gaits of night.-Sweet friends, to

bed.

A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.

Enter PUCK.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone [.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

§ Progress. Overcome.

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me,

Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.

SONG, AND DANCE.

Obe. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. To the best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessed be; And the issue, there create, Ever shall be fortunate. So shall all the couples three Ever true in loving be: And the blots of nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand; Never mole, hare lip, nor scar, Nor mark prodigious*, such as are Despised in nativity,

Shall upon their children be.With this field dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait t;

And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with aweet peace :
E'er shall it in safety rest,

And the owner of it blest.
Trip away;

Make no stay;

Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, (and all is mended,)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call,
So, good-night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

[Exit.

FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
BIRON,

LONGAVILLE, Lords, attending on the
DUMAIN, J King.

BOYET, Lords attending on the PrinMERCADE, cess of France.

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical
Spaniard.

SIR NATHANIEL, a Curate.
HOLOFERNES, a Schoolmaster.

DULL, a Constable. COSTARD, a Clown. MоTH, Page to Armado. A Forester.

Princess of France.

ROSALINE,
MARIA,

KATHARINE,

Ladies, attending on the

J Princess.

SCENE I.

Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN.

King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant-devouring time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen
And make us heirs of all eternity. [edge,
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, Birón, Dumain,and Longaville, [me,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,
That are recorded in this schedule here: [names;
Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your
That his own hand may strike his honour down,
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.
Long.Iam resolv'd: '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 bank'rout quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified;
The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation over, So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, To live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances:

As, not to see a woman in that term;
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:
And, one day in a week to touch no food;
And but one meal on every day beside;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there:
And then, to sleep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day;
(When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day ;)
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep;
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. [these.
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from
Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you
I only swore, to study with your grace, [please;
And stay here in your court for three years'
space.
[rest.

Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in What is the end of study ? let me know. [jest.King. Why, that to know, which else we

should not know. [common sense? Biron.Things hid and barr'd, you mean,from King Ay,that is study's god-like recompense. Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study To know the thing I am forbid to know: [so, As thus-To study where I well may dine,

When I to feast expressly am forbid; 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.

King. These be the stops that hinder study And train our intellects to vain delight. [quite, Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that

most vain,

Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit-pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, while

To seek the light of truth; while truth the

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,

are.

By fixing it upon a fairer eye; Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, And give him light that was it blinded by. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, [looks; That will not be deep search'd with saucy Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they [fame; Too much to know, is, to know nought but And every godfather can give a name. [reading! King. How well he's read, to reason against Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! [grow the weeding. Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets Biron. The spring is near, when green geese Dum. How follows that? [are a breeding. Biron. Fit in his place and time. Dum. In reason nothing. Biron. Something then in rhyme. Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping t frost, [spring. That bites the first-born infants of the Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud

summer boast,

Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled
shows;

But like och thing, that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,
Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Biron;
adieu !
[to stay with you:
Birin. No, my good lord; I have sworn
And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,
And bide the penance of each three years'day.
Give me the paper, let me read the same;
And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.
King. How well this yielding rescues thee
from shame!

Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.And hath this been proclaim'd?

Long.

Four days ago. Biron. Let's see the penalty. [Reads.]-On pain of losing her tongue.Who devis'd this?

Long. Marry, that did I. Biron. Sweet lord, and why? [penalty. Long. To fright them hence with that dread Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three

Dishonestly, treacheronsly. + Nipping.
Lively, sprightly.
** Called.

years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.This article, my liege, yourself must break; For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French King's daughter, with yourself to speak,

A maid of grace, and cómplete majesty,About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: Therefore this article is made in vain, Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.

Biro". 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. King. We must, of force, dispense with this She must lie here on mere necessity. [decree; Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years' For every man with his affects is boru; [space: Not by might master'd, but by special grace: If I break faith, this word shall speak for me, I am forsworn on mere necessity.So to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes. And he, that breaks them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternal shame :

Suggestions are to others, as to me; But, I believe, although I seem so loth, I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted? King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is haunted

With a refined traveller of Spain; A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony; A man of complements, whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: This child of fancy, that Armado hight **,

For interim to our studies, shall relate, In high-born words, the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain,lost in the world's debate. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; But, I protest, I love to lear him lie, And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Biren. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Long. Costard, the swain, and he, shall be our sport;

And, so to study, three years is but short.
Enter DULL, with a letter, and COSTARD.
Dull. Which is the duke's own person?
Biron. This fellow; What wouldst?
Dull. I myself reprehend his own person,
for I am his grace's tharborough tt: but i
would see his own person in flesh and blood.
Biron. This is he.

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you. There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you more.

Temptations.

Games, sports. § Reside. tt i. e., third-borough, a peace-officer.