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Reference: L6v - Comedies, p. 132

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Loues Labour's lost.

shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable,

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I will put it to them. But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur , a

soule Feminine saluteth vs.

Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne. Iaqu.

God giue you good morrow M. Person.

Nath.

Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should be

perst, Which is the one?

Clo.
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Marry M. Schoolemaster, hee that is likest to a

hogshead.

Nath.

Of persing a Hogshead, a good luster of con­

ceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearle

enough for a Swine: 'tis prettie, it is well.

Iaqu.
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Good Master Parson be so good as reade mee

this Letter, it was giuen mee by Costard, and sent mee

from Don Armatho: I beseech you read it.

Nath.

Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omnia sub vm­ bra ruminat , and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I

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may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice, vem­ chie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche . Old Man­ tuam , old Mantuan. Who vnderstandeth thee not, vt re sol la mi fa : Vnder pardon sir, What are the contents? Or

rather as Horrace sayes in his, What my soule verses.

Hol.
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I sir, and very learned.

Nath. Let me heare a staffe, a stanze, a verse, Lege do­ mine . If Loue make me forsworne, how shall I sweare to loue? Ah neuer faith could hold, if not to beautie vowed. Though to my selfe forsworn, to thee Ile faithfull proue.
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Those thoughts to mee were Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed. Studie his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eyes. Where all those pleasures liue, that Art would compre­ hend. If knowledge be the marke, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee cōmend commend .
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All ignorant that soule, that sees thee without wonder. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire; Thy eye Ioues lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadfull thunder. Which not to anger bent, is musique, and sweete fire. Celestiall as thou art, Oh pardon loue this wrong,
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That sings heauens praise, with such an earthly tongue.
Ped.

You finde not the apostraphas, and so misse the

accent. Let me superuise the cangenet.

Nath.

Here are onely numbers ratified, but for the

elegancy, facility, & golden cadence of poesie caret: O­

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uiddius Nas was the man. And why in deed Naso, but

for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the

ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the

Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horse

his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to

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you?

Iaq.

I sir from one mounsier Berowne, one of the

strange Queenes Lords.

Nath.

I will ouerglance the superscript.

To the snow‑white hand of the most beautious Lady Rosaline.

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I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter, for

the nomination of the partie written to the person writ­

ten vnto.

Your Ladiships in all desired imployment, Berowne.

Per.

Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries

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with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a se­

quent of the stranger Queenes: which accidentally, or

by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and

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goe my sweete, deliuer this Paper into the hand of the

King, it may concerne much: stay not thy complement, I

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forgiue thy duetie, adue.

Maid.

Good Costard go with me:

Sir God saue your life.

Cost.

Haue with thee my girle.

Exit. This speech is conventionally given to Nathaniel. Hol.

Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very

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religiously: and as a certaine Father saith.

Ped.

Sir tell not me of the Father, I do feare coloura­

ble colours. But to returne to the Verses, Did they please

you sir Nathaniel?

Nath.

Marueilous well for the pen.

Peda.
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I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pu­

pill of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to

gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I

haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill,

vndertake your bien venuto, where I will proue those

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Verses to be very vnlearned, neither sauouring of

Poetrie, Wit, nor Inuention. I beseech your So­

cietie.

Nat.

And thanke you to: for societie (saith the text)

is the happinesse of life.

Peda.
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And certes the text most infallibly concludes it.

Sir I do inuite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba .

Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our

recreation.

Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand, alone. Bero.
[1240]

The King he is hunting the Deare,

I am coursing my selfe.

They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch,

pitch that defiles; defile, a foule word: Well, set thee

downe sorrow; for so they say the foole said, and so say

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I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this

Loue is as mad as Aiax, it kils sheepe, it kils mee, I a

sheepe: Well proued againe a my side. I will not loue;

if I do hang me: yfaith I will not. O but her eye: by

this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes, for

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her two eyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but lye,

and lye in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath

taught mee to Rime, and to be mallicholie: and here is

part of my Rime, and heere my mallicholie. Well, she

hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the

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Foole sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clowne, swee­

ter Foole, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care

a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a

paper, God giue him grace to grone.

He stands aside. The King entreth. Kin.

Ay mee!

Ber.
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Shot by heauen: proceede sweet Cupid, thou hast

thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith

secrets.

King. So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not, To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose,
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As thy eye beames, when their fresh rayse haue smot. The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes. Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright, Through the transparent bosome of the deepe, As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light:
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Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe, No drop, but as a Coach doth carry thee: So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the teares that swell in me, And they thy glory through my griefe will show: But

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[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand, alone. Bero.
[1240]

The King he is hunting the Deare,

I am coursing my selfe.

They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch,

pitch that defiles; defile, a foule word: Well, set thee

downe sorrow; for so they say the foole said, and so say

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I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this

Loue is as mad as Aiax, it kils sheepe, it kils mee, I a

sheepe: Well proued againe a my side. I will not loue;

if I do hang me: yfaith I will not. O but her eye: by

this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes, for

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her two eyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but lye,

and lye in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath

taught mee to Rime, and to be mallicholie: and here is

part of my Rime, and heere my mallicholie. Well, she

hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the

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Foole sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clowne, swee­

ter Foole, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care

a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a

paper, God giue him grace to grone.

He stands aside. The King entreth. Kin.

Ay mee!

Ber.
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Shot by heauen: proceede sweet Cupid, thou hast

thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith

secrets.

King. So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not, To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose,
[1265]
As thy eye beames, when their fresh rayse haue smot. The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes. Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright, Through the transparent bosome of the deepe, As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light:
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Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe, No drop, but as a Coach doth carry thee: So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the teares that swell in me, And they thy glory through my griefe will show:
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But doe not loue thy selfe, then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses, and still make me weepe. O Queene of Queenes, how farre dost thou excell, No thought can thinke, nor tongue of mortall tell. How shall she know my griefes? Ile drop the paper.
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Sweete leaues shade folly. Who is he comes heere?
Enter Longauile. The King steps aside. What Longauill, and reading: listen eare. Ber. Now in thy likenesse, one more foole appeare. Long. Ay me, I am forsworne. Ber. Why he comes in like a periure, wearing papers. Long.
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In loue I hope, sweet fellowship in shame.
Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name. Lon. Am I the first that haue been periur'd so? Ber. I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I (know Thou makest the triumphery, the corner cap of societie,
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The shape of Loues Tiburne, that hangs vp simplicitie.
Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue. O sweet Maria, Empresse of my Loue, These numbers will I teare, and write in prose. Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose,
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Disfigure not his Shop.
Lon. This same shall goe. He reades the Sonnet. Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Perswade my heart to this false periurie?
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Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment. A Woman I forswore, but I will proue, Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
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Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapour is. Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doest shine, Exhalest this vapor‑vow, in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, What foole is not so wise,
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To loose an oath, to win a Paradise?
Ber. This is the liuer veine, which makes flesh a deity. A greene Goose, a Goddesse, pure pure Idolatry. God amend vs, God amend, we are much out o'th'way. Enter Dumaine. Lon. By whom shall I send this (company?) Stay. Bero.
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All hid, all hid, an old infant play, Like a demie God, here sit I in the skie, And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore‑eye. More Sacks to the myll. O heauens I haue my wish, Dumaine transform'd, foure Woodcocks in a dish.
Dum.
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O most diuine Kate.
Bero. O most prophane coxcomb. Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye. Bero. By earth she is not, corporall, there you lye. Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted. Ber.
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An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted.
Dum. As vpright as the Cedar. Ber. Stoope I say, her shoulder is with‑child. Dum. As faire as day. Ber. I as some daies, but then no sunne must shine. Dum.
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O that I had my wish?
Lon. And I had mine. Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her, but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be. Ber.
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A Feuer in your bloud, why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers, sweet misprision.
Dum. Once more Ile read the Ode that I haue writ. Ber. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varry Wit. Dumane reades his Sonnet. On a day, alack the day:
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Loue, whose Month is euery May, Spied a blossome passing faire, Playing in the wanton ayre: Through the Veluet, leaues the winde, All vnseene, can passage finde.
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That the Louer sicke to death, Wish himselfe the heauens breath. Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blowe, Ayre, would I might triumph so. But alacke my hand is sworne,
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Nere to plucke thee from thy throne: Vow alacke for youth vnmeete, Youth so apt to plucke a sweet. Doe not call it sinne in me, That I am forsworne for thee.
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Thou for whom Ioue would sweare, Iuno but an Æthiop were, And denie himselfe for Ioue. Turning mortall for thy Loue.
This will I send, and something else more plaine.
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That shall expresse my true‑loues fasting paine. O would the King, Berowne and Longauill, Were Louers too, ill to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a periur'd note: For none offend, where all alike doe dote.
Lon.
[1365]
Dumaine, thy Loue is farre from charitie, That in Loues griefe desir'st societie: You may looke pale, but I should blush I know, To be ore‑heard, and taken napping so.
Kin. Come sir, you blush: as his, your case is such,
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You chide at him, offending twice as much. You doe not loue Maria? Longauile, Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile; Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart His louing bosome, to keepe downe his heart.
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I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush, And markt you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty Rimes, obseru'd your fashion: Saw sighes reeke from you, noted well your passion. Aye me, sayes one! O Ioue, the other cries!
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On her haires were Gold, Christall the others eyes. You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth, And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath. What will Berowne say when that he shall heare Faith infringed, which such zeale did sweare.
[1385]
How will he scorne? how will he spend his wit? How will he triumph, leape, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that euer I did see, I would not haue him know so much by me.
Bero. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie.
[1390]
Ah good my Liedge, I pray thee pardon me. Good heart, What grace hast thou thus to reproue These wormes for louing, that art most in loue? Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares. There is no certaine Princesse that appeares.
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You'll not be periur'd, 'tis a hatefull thing: Tush, none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting. But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not All three of you, to be thus much ore'shot? You found his Moth, the King your Moth did see:
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But I a Beame doe finde in each of three. O what a Scene of fool'ry haue I seene. Of sighes, of grones, of sorrow, and of teene: O me, with what strict patience haue I sat, To see a King transformed to a Gnat?
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To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge, And profound Salomon tuning a Iygge? And Nestor play at push‑pin with the boyes, And Critticke Tymon laugh at idle toyes. Where lies thy griefe? O tell me good Dumaine;
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And gentle Longauill, where lies thy paine? And where my Liedges? all about the brest: A Candle hoa!
Kin. Too bitter is thy iest. Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer‑view? Ber.
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Not you by me, but I betrayed to you. I that am honest, I that hold it sinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in. I am betrayed by keeping company With men, like men of inconstancie.
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When shall you see me write a thing in rime? Or grone for Ioane? or spend a minutes time, In pruning mee, when shall you heare that I will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye: a gate, a state, a brow, a brest, a waste, a legge, a limme.
Kin. Soft, Whither a‑way so fast? A true man, or a theefe, that gallops so. Ber.
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I post from Loue, good Louer let me go.
Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne. Iaqu. God blesse the King. Kin. What Present hast thou there? Clo. Some certaine treason. Kin. What makes treason heere? Clo.
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Nay it makes nothing sir
Kin. If it marre nothing neither, The treason and you goe in peace away together. Iaqu. I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read, Our person mis‑doubts it: it was treason he said. Kin.
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Berowne, read it ouer.
He reades the Letter. Kin. Where hadst thou it? Iaqu. Of Costard. King. Where hadst thou it? Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio . Kin.
[1440]
How now, what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
Ber. A toy my Liedge, a toy: your grace needes not feare it. Long. It did moue him to passion, and therefore let's heare it. Dum. It is Berowns writing, and heere is his name. Ber. Ah you whoreson loggerhead, you were borne to doe me shame.
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Guilty my Lord, guilty: I confesse, I confesse.
Kin. What? Ber. That you three fooles, lackt mee foole, to make vp the messe. He, he, and you: and you my Liedge, and I, Are picke‑purses in Loue, and we deserue to die.
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O dismisse this audience, and I shall tell you more.
Dum. Now the number is euen. Berow. True true, we are fowre: will these Turtles be gone? Kin. Hence sirs, away. Clo. Walk aside the true folke, & let the traytors stay. Ber.
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Sweet Lords, sweet Louers, O let vs imbrace, As true we are as flesh and bloud can be, The Sea will ebbe and flow, heauen will shew his face: Young bloud doth not obey an old decree. We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne:
[1460]
Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne.
King. What, did these rent lines shew some loue of thine? Ber. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heauenly ( Rosaline, That (like a rude and sauage man of Inde.) At the first opening of the gorgeous East,
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Bowes not his vassall head, and strooken blinde, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory Eagle‑sighted eye Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow, That is not blinded by her maiestie?
Kin.
[1470]
What zeale, what furie, hath inspir'd thee now? My Loue (her Mistres) is a gracious Moone, Shee (an attending Starre) scarce seene a light.
Ber. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Berowne. O, but for my Loue, day would turne to night,
[1475]
Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty, Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke, Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants, that want it selfe doth seeke. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
[1480]
Fie painted Rethoricke, O she needs it not, To things of sale, a sellers praise belongs: She passes prayse, then prayse too short doth blot. A withered Hermite, fiuescore winters worne, Might shake off fiftie, looking in her eye:
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Beauty doth varnish Age, as if new borne, And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie. O 'tis the Sunne that maketh all things shine.
King. By heauen, thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie. Berow. Is Ebonie like her? O word diuine?
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A wife of such wood were felicite. O who can giue an oth? Where is a booke? That I may sweare Beauty doth beauty lacke, If that she learne not of her eye to looke: No face is faire that is not full so blacke.
Kin.
[1495]
O paradoxe, Blacke is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons, and the Schoole of night: And beauties crest becomes the heauens well.
Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light. O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt,
[1500]
It mournes, that painting vsurping haire Should rauish doters with a false aspect: And therfore is she borne to make blacke, faire. Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes, For natiue bloud is counted painting now:
[1505]
And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise, Paints it selfe blacke, to imitate her brow.
Dum. To look like her are Chimny‑sweepers blacke. Lon. And since her time, are Colliers counted bright. King. And Æhiops of their sweet complexion crake. Dum.
[1510]
Dark needs no Candles now, for dark is light.
Ber. Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine, For feare their colours should be washt away. Kin. 'Twere good yours did: for sir to tell you plaine, Ile finde a fairer face not washt to day. Ber.
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Ile proue her faire, or talke till dooms‑day here.
Kin. No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee. Duma. I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere. Lon. Looke, heer's thy loue, my foot and her face see. Ber. O if the streets were paued with thine eyes,
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Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
Duma. O vile, then as she goes what vpward lyes? The street should see as she walk'd ouer head. Kin. But what of this, are we not all in loue? Ber. O nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworne. Kin.
[1525]
Then leaue this chat, & good Berown now proue Our louing lawfull, and our fayth not torne.
Dum. I marie there, some flattery for this euill. Long. O some authority how to proceed, Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the diuell. Dum.
[1530]
Some salue for periurie.
Ber. O 'tis more then neede. Haue at you then affections men at armes, Consider what you first did sweare vnto: To fast, to study, and to see no woman:
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Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth. Say, Can you fast? your stomacks are too young: And abstinence ingenders maladies. And where that you haue vow'd to studie (Lords) In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke.
[1540]
Can you still dreame and pore, and thereon looke. For when would you my Lord, or you, or you, Haue found the ground of studies excellence, Without the beauty of a womans face; From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue,
[1545]
They are the Ground, the Bookes, the Achadems, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. Why, vniuersall plodding poysons vp The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long during action tyres
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The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer. Now for not looking on a womans face, You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes: And studie too, the causer of your vow. For where is any Author in the world,
[1555]
Teaches such beauty as a womans eye: Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe, And where we are, our Learning likewise is. Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes, With our selues.
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Doe we not likewise see our learning there? O we haue made a Vow to studie, Lords, And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes: For when would you (my Leege) or you, or you? In leaden contemplation haue found out
[1565]
Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes, Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with: Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine: And therefore finding barraine practizers, Scarce shew a haruest of their heauy toyle.
[1570]
But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes, Liues not alone emured in the braine: But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in euery power, And giues to euery power a double power,
[1575]
Aboue their functions and their offices. It addes a precious seeing to the eye: A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde. A Louers eare will heare the lowest sound. When the suspicious head of theft is stopt.
[1580]
Loues feeling is more soft and sensible, Then are the tender hornes of Cockle Snayles. Loues tongue proues dainty, Bachus grosse in taste, For Valour, is not Loue a Hercules? Still climing trees in the Hesporides.
[1585]
Subtill as Sphinx, as sweet and musicall, As bright Apollo's Lute, strung with his haire. And when Loue speakes, the voyce of all the Gods, Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie. Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write,
[1590]
Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes: O then his lines would rauish sauage eares, And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie. From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue. They sparcle still the right promethean fire,
[1595]
They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Achademes, That shew, containe, and nourish all the world. Else none at all in ought proues excellent. Then fooles you were these women to forsweare: Or keeping what is sworne, you will proue fooles,
[1600]
For Wisedomes sake, a word that all men loue: Or for Loues sake, a word that loues all men. Or for Mens sake, the author of these Women: Or Womens sake, by whom we men are Men. Let's once loose our oathes to finde our selues,
[1605]
Or else we loose our selues, to keepe our oathes: It is religion to be thus forsworne. For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law: And who can seuer loue from Charity.
Kin. Saint Cupid then, and Souldiers to the field. Ber.
[1610]
Aduance your standards, & vpon them Lords, Pell, mell, downe with them: but be first aduis'd, In conflict that you get the Sunne of them.
Long. Now to plaine dealing, Lay these glozes by, Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France? Kin.
[1615]
And winne them too, therefore let vs deuise, Some entertainment for them in their Tents.
Ber. First from the Park let vs conduct them thither, Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Mistresse, in the afternoone
[1620]
We will with some strange pastime solace them: Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape, For Reuels, Dances, Maskes, and merry houres, Fore‑runne faire Loue, strewing her way with flowres.
Kin. Away, away, no time shall be omitted,
[1625]
That will be time, and may by vs be fitted.
Ber. Alone, alone sowed Cockell, reap'd no Corne, And Iustice alwaies whirles in equall measure: Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne, If so, our Copper buyes no better treasure. Exeunt.
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 3]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand, alone.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bero.</speaker>
      <p n="1240">The King he is hunting the Deare,
      <lb n="1241"/>I am coursing my selfe.</p>
      <p n="1242">They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch,
      <lb n="1243"/>pitch that defiles; defile, a foule word: Well, set thee
      <lb n="1244"/>downe sorrow; for so they say the foole said, and so say
      <lb n="1245"/>I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this
      <lb n="1246"/>Loue is as mad as<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>, it kils sheepe, it kils mee, I a
      <lb n="1247"/>sheepe: Well proued againe a my side. I will not loue;
      <lb n="1248"/>if I do hang me: yfaith I will not. O but her eye: by
      <lb n="1249"/>this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes, for
      <lb n="1250"/>her two eyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but lye,
      <lb n="1251"/>and lye in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath
      <lb n="1252"/>taught mee to Rime, and to be mallicholie: and here is
      <lb n="1253"/>part of my Rime, and heere my mallicholie. Well, she
      <lb n="1254"/>hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the
      <lb n="1255"/>Foole sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clowne, swee­
      <lb n="1256"/>ter Foole, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care
      <lb n="1257"/>a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a
      <lb n="1258"/>paper, God giue him grace to grone.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic" type="business">He stands aside.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">The King entreth.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <p n="1259">Ay mee!</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <p n="1260">Shot by heauen: proceede sweet<hi rend="italic">Cupid</hi>, thou hast
      <lb n="1261"/>thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith
      <lb n="1262"/>secrets.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1263">So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not,</l>
      <l n="1264">To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose,</l>
      <l n="1265">As thy eye beames, when their fresh rayse haue smot.</l>
      <l n="1266">The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes.</l>
      <l n="1267">Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright,</l>
      <l n="1268">Through the transparent bosome of the deepe,</l>
      <l n="1269">As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light:</l>
      <l n="1270">Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe,</l>
      <l n="1271">No drop, but as a Coach doth carry thee:</l>
      <l n="1272">So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.</l>
      <l n="1273">Do but behold the teares that swell in me,</l>
      <l n="1274">And they thy glory through my griefe will show:</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0153-0.jpg" n="133"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1275">But doe not loue thy selfe, then thou wilt keepe</l>
      <l n="1276">My teares for glasses, and still make me weepe.</l>
      <l n="1277">O Queene of Queenes, how farre dost thou excell,</l>
      <l n="1278">No thought can thinke, nor tongue of mortall tell.</l>
      <l n="1279">How shall she know my griefes? Ile drop the paper.</l>
      <l n="1280">Sweete leaues shade folly. Who is he comes heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Longauile.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified">The King steps aside.</stage>
   <l n="1281">What<hi rend="italic">Longauill</hi>, and reading: listen eare.</l>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1282">Now in thy likenesse, one more foole appeare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Long.</speaker>
      <l n="1283">Ay me, I am forsworne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1284">Why he comes in like a periure, wearing papers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Long.</speaker>
      <l n="1285">In loue I hope, sweet fellowship in shame.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1286">One drunkard loues another of the name.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1287">Am I the first<choice>
            <abbr>yͭ</abbr>
            <expan>that</expan>
         </choice>haue been periur'd so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1288">I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>know</l>
      <l n="1289">Thou makest the triumphery, the corner cap of societie,</l>
      <l n="1290">The shape of Loues Tiburne, that hangs vp simplicitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1291">I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue.</l>
      <l n="1292">O sweet<hi rend="italic">Maria</hi>, Empresse of my Loue,</l>
      <l n="1293">These numbers will I teare, and write in prose.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1294">O Rimes are gards on wanton<hi rend="italic">Cupids</hi>hose,</l>
      <l n="1295">Disfigure not his Shop.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1296">This same shall goe.</l>
      <stage rend="italic inline">He reades the Sonnet.</stage>
      <lg rend="italic">
         <l n="1297">Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye,</l>
         <l n="1298">'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,</l>
         <l n="1299">Perswade my heart to this false periurie?</l>
         <l n="1300">Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment.</l>
         <l n="1301">A Woman I forswore, but I will proue,</l>
         <l n="1302">Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee.</l>
         <l n="1303">My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue.</l>
         <l n="1304">Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.</l>
         <l n="1305">Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapour is.</l>
         <l n="1306">Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doest shine,</l>
         <l n="1307">Exhalest this vapor‑vow, in thee it is:</l>
         <l n="1308">If broken then, it is no fault of mine:</l>
         <l n="1309">If by me broke, What foole is not so wise,</l>
         <l n="1310">To loose an oath, to win a Paradise?</l>
      </lg>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1311">This is the liuer veine, which makes flesh a deity.</l>
      <l n="1312">A greene Goose, a Goddesse, pure pure Idolatry.</l>
      <l n="1313">God amend vs, God amend, we are much out o'th'way.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Dumaine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1314">By whom shall I send this (company?) Stay.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bero.</speaker>
      <l n="1315">All hid, all hid, an old infant play,</l>
      <l n="1316">Like a demie God, here sit I in the skie,</l>
      <l n="1317">And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore‑eye.</l>
      <l n="1318">More Sacks to the myll. O heauens I haue my wish,</l>
      <l n="1319">
         <hi rend="italic">Dumaine</hi>transform'd, foure Woodcocks in a dish.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1320">O most diuine<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bero.</speaker>
      <l n="1321">O most prophane coxcomb.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1322">By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bero.</speaker>
      <l n="1323">By earth she is not, corporall, there you lye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1324">Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1325">An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1326">As vpright as the Cedar.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1327">Stoope I say, her shoulder is with‑child.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1328">As faire as day.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1329">I as some daies, but then no sunne must shine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1330">O that I had my wish?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1331">And I had mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1332">And mine too good Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1333">Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1334">I would forget her, but a Feuer she
      <lb/>Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1335">A Feuer in your bloud, why then incision</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1336">Would let her out in Sawcers, sweet misprision.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1337">Once more Ile read the Ode that I haue writ.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1338">Once more Ile marke how Loue can varry Wit.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Dumane reades his Sonnet.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <lg rend="italic center">
         <l n="1339">On a day, alack the day:</l>
         <l n="1340">Loue, whose Month is euery May,</l>
         <l n="1341">Spied a blossome passing faire,</l>
         <l n="1342">Playing in the wanton ayre:</l>
         <l n="1343">Through the Veluet, leaues the winde,</l>
         <l n="1344">All vnseene, can passage finde.</l>
         <l n="1345">That the Louer sicke to death,</l>
         <l n="1346">Wish himselfe the heauens breath.</l>
         <l n="1347">Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blowe,</l>
         <l n="1348">Ayre, would I might triumph so.</l>
         <l n="1349">But alacke my hand is sworne,</l>
         <l n="1350">Nere to plucke thee from thy throne:</l>
         <l n="1351">Vow alacke for youth vnmeete,</l>
         <l n="1352">Youth so apt to plucke a sweet.</l>
         <l n="1353">Doe not call it sinne in me,</l>
         <l n="1354">That I am forsworne for thee.</l>
         <l n="1355">Thou for whom Ioue would sweare,</l>
         <l n="1356">
            <hi rend="roman">Iuno</hi>but an Æthiop were,</l>
         <l n="1357">And denie himselfe for<hi rend="roman">Ioue</hi>.</l>
         <l n="1358">Turning mortall for thy Loue.</l>
      </lg>
      <l n="1359">This will I send, and something else more plaine.</l>
      <l n="1360">That shall expresse my true‑loues fasting paine.</l>
      <l n="1361">O would the<hi rend="italic">King</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Longauill</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1362">Were Louers too, ill to example ill,</l>
      <l n="1363">Would from my forehead wipe a periur'd note:</l>
      <l n="1364">For none offend, where all alike doe dote.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1365">
         <hi rend="italic">Dumaine</hi>, thy Loue is farre from charitie,</l>
      <l n="1366">That in Loues griefe desir'st societie:</l>
      <l n="1367">You may looke pale, but I should blush I know,</l>
      <l n="1368">To be ore‑heard, and taken napping so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1369">Come sir, you blush: as his, your case is such,</l>
      <l n="1370">You chide at him, offending twice as much.</l>
      <l n="1371">You doe not loue<hi rend="italic">Maria</hi>?<hi rend="italic">Longauile</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1372">Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile;</l>
      <l n="1373">Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart</l>
      <l n="1374">His louing bosome, to keepe downe his heart.</l>
      <l n="1375">I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush,</l>
      <l n="1376">And markt you both, and for you both did blush.</l>
      <l n="1377">I heard your guilty Rimes, obseru'd your fashion:</l>
      <l n="1378">Saw sighes reeke from you, noted well your passion.</l>
      <l n="1379">Aye me, sayes one! O<hi rend="italic">Ioue</hi>, the other cries!</l>
      <l n="1380">On her haires were Gold, Christall the others eyes.</l>
      <l n="1381">You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth,</l>
      <l n="1382">And<hi rend="italic">Ioue</hi>for your Loue would infringe an oath.</l>
      <l n="1383">What will<hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>say when that he shall heare</l>
      <l n="1384">Faith infringed, which such zeale did sweare.</l>
      <l n="1385">How will he scorne? how will he spend his wit?</l>
      <l n="1386">How will he triumph, leape, and laugh at it?</l>
      <l n="1387">For all the wealth that euer I did see,</l>
      <l n="1388">I would not haue him know so much by me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bero.</speaker>
      <l n="1389">Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie.</l>
      <l n="1390">Ah good my Liedge, I pray thee pardon me.</l>
      <l n="1391">Good heart, What grace hast thou thus to reproue</l>
      <l n="1392">These wormes for louing, that art most in loue?</l>
      <l n="1393">Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares.</l>
      <l n="1394">There is no certaine Princesse that appeares.</l>
      <l n="1395">You'll not be periur'd, 'tis a hatefull thing:</l>
      <l n="1396">Tush, none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting.</l>
      <l n="1397">But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0154-0.jpg" n="134"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1398">All three of you, to be thus much ore'shot?</l>
      <l n="1399">You found his Moth, the King your Moth did see:</l>
      <l n="1400">But I a Beame doe finde in each of three.</l>
      <l n="1401">O what a Scene of fool'ry haue I seene.</l>
      <l n="1402">Of sighes, of grones, of sorrow, and of teene:</l>
      <l n="1403">O me, with what strict patience haue I sat,</l>
      <l n="1404">To see a King transformed to a Gnat?</l>
      <l n="1405">To see great<hi rend="italic">Hercules</hi>whipping a Gigge,</l>
      <l n="1406">And profound<hi rend="italic">Salomon</hi>tuning a Iygge?</l>
      <l n="1407">And<hi rend="italic">Nestor</hi>play at push‑pin with the boyes,</l>
      <l n="1408">And<hi rend="italic">Critticke Tymon</hi>laugh at idle toyes.</l>
      <l n="1409">Where lies thy griefe? O tell me good<hi rend="italic">Dumaine</hi>;</l>
      <l n="1410">And gentle<hi rend="italic">Longauill</hi>, where lies thy paine?</l>
      <l n="1411">And where my Liedges? all about the brest:</l>
      <l n="1412">A Candle hoa!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1413">Too bitter is thy iest.</l>
      <l n="1414">Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer‑view?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1415">Not you by me, but I betrayed to you.</l>
      <l n="1416">I that am honest, I that hold it sinne</l>
      <l n="1417">To breake the vow I am ingaged in.</l>
      <l n="1418">I am betrayed by keeping company</l>
      <l n="1419">With men, like men of inconstancie.</l>
      <l n="1420">When shall you see me write a thing in rime?</l>
      <l n="1421">Or grone for<hi rend="italic">Ioane</hi>? or spend a minutes time,</l>
      <l n="1422">In pruning mee, when shall you heare that I will praise
      <lb/>a hand, a foot, a face, an eye: a gate, a state, a brow, a brest,
      <lb/>a waste, a legge, a limme.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1423">Soft, Whither a‑way so fast?</l>
      <l n="1424">A true man, or a theefe, that gallops so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1425">I post from Loue, good Louer let me go.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaqu.</speaker>
      <l n="1426">God blesse the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1427">What Present hast thou there?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="1428">Some certaine treason.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1429">What makes treason heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="1430">Nay it makes nothing sir</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1431">If it marre nothing neither,</l>
      <l n="1432">The treason and you goe in peace away together.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaqu.</speaker>
      <l n="1433">I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read,</l>
      <l n="1434">Our person mis‑doubts it: it was treason he said.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1435">
         <hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>, read it ouer.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline">He reades the Letter.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1436">Where hadst thou it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaqu.</speaker>
      <l n="1437">Of<hi rend="italic">Costard</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1438">Where hadst thou it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cost.</speaker>
      <l n="1439">Of<hi rend="italic">Dun Adramadio</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Dun Adramadio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1440">How now, what is in you? why dost thou tear it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1441">A toy my Liedge, a toy: your grace needes not
      <lb/>feare it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Long.</speaker>
      <l n="1442">It did moue him to passion, and therefore let's
      <lb/>heare it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1443">It is<hi rend="italic">Berowns</hi>writing, and heere is his name.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1444">Ah you whoreson loggerhead, you were borne
      <lb/>to doe me shame.</l>
      <l n="1445">Guilty my Lord, guilty: I confesse, I confesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1446">What?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1447">That you three fooles, lackt mee foole, to make
      <lb/>vp the messe.</l>
      <l n="1448">He, he, and you: and you my Liedge, and I,</l>
      <l n="1449">Are picke‑purses in Loue, and we deserue to die.</l>
      <l n="1450">O dismisse this audience, and I shall tell you more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1451">Now the number is euen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Berow.</speaker>
      <l n="1452">True true, we are fowre: will these Turtles
      <lb/>be gone?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1453">Hence sirs, away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="1454">Walk aside the true folke, &amp; let the traytors stay.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1455">Sweet Lords, sweet Louers, O let vs imbrace,</l>
      <l n="1456">As true we are as flesh and bloud can be,</l>
      <l n="1457">The Sea will ebbe and flow, heauen will shew his face:</l>
      <l n="1458">Young bloud doth not obey an old decree.</l>
      <l n="1459">We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne:</l>
      <l n="1460">Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1461">What, did these rent lines shew some loue of
      <lb/>thine?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1462">Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heauenly
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>
         <hi rend="italic">Rosaline</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1463">That (like a rude and sauage man of<hi rend="italic">Inde</hi>.)</l>
      <l n="1464">At the first opening of the gorgeous East,</l>
      <l n="1465">Bowes not his vassall head, and strooken blinde,</l>
      <l n="1466">Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?</l>
      <l n="1467">What peremptory Eagle‑sighted eye</l>
      <l n="1468">Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow,</l>
      <l n="1469">That is not blinded by her maiestie?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1470">What zeale, what furie, hath inspir'd thee now?</l>
      <l n="1471">My Loue (her Mistres) is a gracious Moone,</l>
      <l n="1472">Shee (an attending Starre) scarce seene a light.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1473">My eyes are then no eyes, nor I<hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1474">O, but for my Loue, day would turne to night,</l>
      <l n="1475">Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty,</l>
      <l n="1476">Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke,</l>
      <l n="1477">Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity,</l>
      <l n="1478">Where nothing wants, that want it selfe doth seeke.</l>
      <l n="1479">Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,</l>
      <l n="1480">Fie painted Rethoricke, O she needs it not,</l>
      <l n="1481">To things of sale, a sellers praise belongs:</l>
      <l n="1482">She passes prayse, then prayse too short doth blot.</l>
      <l n="1483">A withered Hermite, fiuescore winters worne,</l>
      <l n="1484">Might shake off fiftie, looking in her eye:</l>
      <l n="1485">Beauty doth varnish Age, as if new borne,</l>
      <l n="1486">And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie.</l>
      <l n="1487">O 'tis the Sunne that maketh all things shine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1488">By heauen, thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Berow.</speaker>
      <l n="1489">Is Ebonie like her? O word diuine?</l>
      <l n="1490">A wife of such wood were felicite.</l>
      <l n="1491">O who can giue an oth? Where is a booke?</l>
      <l n="1492">That I may sweare Beauty doth beauty lacke,</l>
      <l n="1493">If that she learne not of her eye to looke:</l>
      <l n="1494">No face is faire that is not full so blacke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1495">O paradoxe, Blacke is the badge of hell,</l>
      <l n="1496">The hue of dungeons, and the Schoole of night:</l>
      <l n="1497">And beauties crest becomes the heauens well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1498">Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light.</l>
      <l n="1499">O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt,</l>
      <l n="1500">It mournes, that painting vsurping haire</l>
      <l n="1501">Should rauish doters with a false aspect:</l>
      <l n="1502">And therfore is she borne to make blacke, faire.</l>
      <l n="1503">Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes,</l>
      <l n="1504">For natiue bloud is counted painting now:</l>
      <l n="1505">And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise,</l>
      <l n="1506">Paints it selfe blacke, to imitate her brow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1507">To look like her are Chimny‑sweepers blacke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1508">And since her time, are Colliers counted bright.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1509">And<hi rend="italic">Æhiops</hi>of their sweet complexion crake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1510">Dark needs no Candles now, for dark is light.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1511">Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine,</l>
      <l n="1512">For feare their colours should be washt away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1513">'Twere good yours did: for sir to tell you plaine,</l>
      <l n="1514">Ile finde a fairer face not washt to day.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1515">Ile proue her faire, or talke till dooms‑day here.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1516">No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duma.</speaker>
      <l n="1517">I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lon.</speaker>
      <l n="1518">Looke, heer's thy loue, my foot and her face see.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1519">O if the streets were paued with thine eyes,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0155-0.jpg" n="135"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1520">Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duma.</speaker>
      <l n="1521">O vile, then as she goes what vpward lyes?</l>
      <l n="1522">The street should see as she walk'd ouer head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1523">But what of this, are we not all in loue?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1524">O nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1525">Then leaue this chat, &amp; good<hi rend="italic">Berown</hi>now proue</l>
      <l n="1526">Our louing lawfull, and our fayth not torne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1527">I marie there, some flattery for this euill.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Long.</speaker>
      <l n="1528">O some authority how to proceed,</l>
      <l n="1529">Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the diuell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dum.</speaker>
      <l n="1530">Some salue for periurie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1531">O 'tis more then neede.</l>
      <l n="1532">Haue at you then affections men at armes,</l>
      <l n="1533">Consider what you first did sweare vnto:</l>
      <l n="1534">To fast, to study, and to see no woman:</l>
      <l n="1535">Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth.</l>
      <l n="1536">Say, Can you fast? your stomacks are too young:</l>
      <l n="1537">And abstinence ingenders maladies.</l>
      <l n="1538">And where that you haue vow'd to studie (Lords)</l>
      <l n="1539">In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke.</l>
      <l n="1540">Can you still dreame and pore, and thereon looke.</l>
      <l n="1541">For when would you my Lord, or you, or you,</l>
      <l n="1542">Haue found the ground of studies excellence,</l>
      <l n="1543">Without the beauty of a womans face;</l>
      <l n="1544">From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue,</l>
      <l n="1545">They are the Ground, the Bookes, the Achadems,</l>
      <l n="1546">From whence doth spring the true<hi rend="italic">Promethean</hi>fire.</l>
      <l n="1547">Why, vniuersall plodding poysons vp</l>
      <l n="1548">The nimble spirits in the arteries,</l>
      <l n="1549">As motion and long during action tyres</l>
      <l n="1550">The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer.</l>
      <l n="1551">Now for not looking on a womans face,</l>
      <l n="1552">You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes:</l>
      <l n="1553">And studie too, the causer of your vow.</l>
      <l n="1554">For where is any Author in the world,</l>
      <l n="1555">Teaches such beauty as a womans eye:</l>
      <l n="1556">Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe,</l>
      <l n="1557">And where we are, our Learning likewise is.</l>
      <l n="1558">Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes,</l>
      <l n="1559">With our selues.</l>
      <l n="1560">Doe we not likewise see our learning there?</l>
      <l n="1561">O we haue made a Vow to studie, Lords,</l>
      <l n="1562">And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes:</l>
      <l n="1563">For when would you (my Leege) or you, or you?</l>
      <l n="1564">In leaden contemplation haue found out</l>
      <l n="1565">Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes,</l>
      <l n="1566">Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with:</l>
      <l n="1567">Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine:</l>
      <l n="1568">And therefore finding barraine practizers,</l>
      <l n="1569">Scarce shew a haruest of their heauy toyle.</l>
      <l n="1570">But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes,</l>
      <l n="1571">Liues not alone emured in the braine:</l>
      <l n="1572">But with the motion of all elements,</l>
      <l n="1573">Courses as swift as thought in euery power,</l>
      <l n="1574">And giues to euery power a double power,</l>
      <l n="1575">Aboue their functions and their offices.</l>
      <l n="1576">It addes a precious seeing to the eye:</l>
      <l n="1577">A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde.</l>
      <l n="1578">A Louers eare will heare the lowest sound.</l>
      <l n="1579">When the suspicious head of theft is stopt.</l>
      <l n="1580">Loues feeling is more soft and sensible,</l>
      <l n="1581">Then are the tender hornes of Cockle Snayles.</l>
      <l n="1582">Loues tongue proues dainty,<hi rend="italic">Bachus</hi>grosse in taste,</l>
      <l n="1583">For Valour, is not Loue a<hi rend="italic">Hercules</hi>?</l>
      <l n="1584">Still climing trees in the<hi rend="italic">Hesporides</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1585">Subtill as<hi rend="italic">Sphinx</hi>, as sweet and musicall,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1586">As bright<hi rend="italic">Apollo's</hi>Lute, strung with his haire.</l>
      <l n="1587">And when Loue speakes, the voyce of all the Gods,</l>
      <l n="1588">Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie.</l>
      <l n="1589">Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write,</l>
      <l n="1590">Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes:</l>
      <l n="1591">O then his lines would rauish sauage eares,</l>
      <l n="1592">And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie.</l>
      <l n="1593">From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue.</l>
      <l n="1594">They sparcle still the right promethean fire,</l>
      <l n="1595">They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Achademes,</l>
      <l n="1596">That shew, containe, and nourish all the world.</l>
      <l n="1597">Else none at all in ought proues excellent.</l>
      <l n="1598">Then fooles you were these women to forsweare:</l>
      <l n="1599">Or keeping what is sworne, you will proue fooles,</l>
      <l n="1600">For Wisedomes sake, a word that all men loue:</l>
      <l n="1601">Or for Loues sake, a word that loues all men.</l>
      <l n="1602">Or for Mens sake, the author of these Women:</l>
      <l n="1603">Or Womens sake, by whom we men are Men.</l>
      <l n="1604">Let's once loose our oathes to finde our selues,</l>
      <l n="1605">Or else we loose our selues, to keepe our oathes:</l>
      <l n="1606">It is religion to be thus forsworne.</l>
      <l n="1607">For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law:</l>
      <l n="1608">And who can seuer loue from Charity.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1609">Saint<hi rend="italic">Cupid</hi>then, and Souldiers to the field.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1610">Aduance your standards, &amp; vpon them Lords,</l>
      <l n="1611">Pell, mell, downe with them: but be first aduis'd,</l>
      <l n="1612">In conflict that you get the Sunne of them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-lon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Long.</speaker>
      <l n="1613">Now to plaine dealing, Lay these glozes by,</l>
      <l n="1614">Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1615">And winne them too, therefore let vs deuise,</l>
      <l n="1616">Some entertainment for them in their Tents.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1617">First from the Park let vs conduct them thither,</l>
      <l n="1618">Then homeward euery man attach the hand</l>
      <l n="1619">Of his faire Mistresse, in the afternoone</l>
      <l n="1620">We will with some strange pastime solace them:</l>
      <l n="1621">Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape,</l>
      <l n="1622">For Reuels, Dances, Maskes, and merry houres,</l>
      <l n="1623">Fore‑runne faire Loue, strewing her way with flowres.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-fer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="1624">Away, away, no time shall be omitted,</l>
      <l n="1625">That will be time, and may by vs be fitted.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-bir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ber.</speaker>
      <l n="1626">Alone, alone sowed Cockell, reap'd no Corne,</l>
      <l n="1627">And Iustice alwaies whirles in equall measure:</l>
      <l n="1628">Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne,</l>
      <l n="1629">If so, our Copper buyes no better treasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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