monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is other five. You lie, you are not he. Biron. There is five in the first show. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgepriest, the fool, and the boy :- [again, Abate a throw at novum *; and the whole world Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. [comes amain. King. The ship is under sail, and here she [Seats brought for the King, Prin. &c. Pageant of the Nine Worthies. Enter COSTARD armed, for Pompey. Cost. I Pompey am,Boyet. Cost. 1 Pompey am,— Boyet. With libbard's head on knee. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be friends with thee. [the big,Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd Dum. The great. [the great; Cost. It is great, sir;-Pompey surnam'd That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat: And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance; And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pom- Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. Enter NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. my conquering might: [Alisunder. My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender-smelling knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: proceed Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was Cost. O, sir, [TO NATH] you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alsander. [NATH. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellons good neighbour, insooth; 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. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and MоTH arm'd, for Hercules. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, [headed canus; Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that threeAnd, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus: Quoniam, he seemeth in minority, Ergo, I come with this apology.Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. Hol. Judas 1 am,[Exit MOTH. Dum. A Judas! drawer: Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not A game with dice. 1 Pick out. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville,rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern mani; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword: -I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour. Enter MERCADE. But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father- Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rot- Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Dum. He may not by the yard. [nibal,- Arm. 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. [Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, [lords, stay. Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Tro-The liberal opposition of our spirits: jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonize me anong potentates? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that is dead by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! If over boldly we have borne ourselves [form King. The extreme parts of time extremely Biron. Greater than great, great, great, That which long process could not arbitrate: great Pompey! Pompey the huge! Dum. Hector trembles. Biron. Pompey is mov'd:-More Atest, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on! And though the morning brow of progeny • Lance-inen. Free to excess. Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it [lost, From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. [ear of grief;Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, [mours Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our huEven to the opposed end of our intents: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,As love is full of unbefitting strains; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance: Which party-coated presence of loose love Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecom❜d our oaths and gravities, Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, Our love being yours, the error that love makes Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: And even that falsehood, in itself a sin Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. [love; Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of Your favours, the ambassadors of love; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time: But more devout than this, in our respects, Have we not been; and therefore met your In their own fashion, like a inerriment. [loves Dum.Our.letters, madam, show'd much more Long. So did our looks. [than jest. Ros. We did not quote t them so. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves. Prin. A time, methinks, too short. To make a world-without-end bargain in: No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Fall of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this,If for my love (as there is no such cause) You will do aught, this shall you do for me: Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed To some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world; There stay, until the twelve celestial signs Have brought about their 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, Temuted. + Regard. [again. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn Mar. Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, 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: [brain; To weed this wormwood from your fruitful And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, (Without the which I am not to be won,) [day You shall this twelvemonth term from day to Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning wretches; and your task shall With all the fiercey endeavour of your wit, [be, To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat It cannot be; it is impossible: [of death? Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. [spirit, Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing 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 + Clothing. But, if they wili not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reforination. Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. [To the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on [play; your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy. King, Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth And then 'twill end. [and a day. That's too long for a play. Enter ARMADO. Biron. Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,- Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach. Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. SONG. Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, * Cool. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, 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, To-who; Th-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, [Exeunt. this way. + Wild apples. In this play, which all the editors have concurred to censure, and some have rejected as unworthy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are many passages mean, childish, and vulgar; and some which ought not to have been exhibited, as we are told they were, to a maiden queen. But there are scattered through the whole many sparks of genius; nor is there any play that has more evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare.-JOHNSON. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Jailer, Servants, and other Attendants. Scene,-Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent. ACT I. SCENE I. Venice. A Street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; It wearies me; you say, it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself. Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies* with portly sail,Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood, Or, as it were the pageants of the sea,Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture The better part of my affections would [forth, Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind; [roads; Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and And every object, that might make me fear Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt, Would make me sad. Salar. My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats; And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, [rocks? And not bethink me straight of dangerous Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, merry, Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy Gratiano, and Lorenzo Fare you well; |