Array ( [TITLE] => Love's Labour's Lost [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FERDINAND, king of Navarre. [1] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spaniard. [2] => SIR NATHANIEL, a curate. [3] => HOLOFERNES, a schoolmaster. [4] => DULL, a constable. [5] => COSTARD, a clown. [6] => MOTH, page to Armado. [7] => A Forester. [8] => The PRINCESS of France. [9] => JAQUENETTA, a country wench. [10] => Lords, Attendants, &c. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => BIRON [1] => LONGAVILLE [2] => DUMAIN ) [GRPDESCR] => lords attending on the King. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => BOYET [1] => MERCADE ) [GRPDESCR] => lords attending on the Princess of France. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => ROSALINE [1] => MARIA [2] => KATHARINE ) [GRPDESCR] => ladies attending on the Princess. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Navarre. [PLAYSUBT] => LOVE'S LABOURS LOST [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The king of Navarre's park. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FERDINAND king of Navarre, BIRON, LONGAVILLE and DUMAIN [1] => Enter DULL with a letter, and COSTARD [2] => Exeunt FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, [1] => Live register'd upon our brazen tombs [2] => And then grace us in the disgrace of death; [3] => When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, [4] => The endeavor of this present breath may buy [5] => That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge [6] => And make us heirs of all eternity. [7] => Therefore, brave conquerors,--for so you are, [8] => That war against your own affections [9] => And the huge army of the world's desires,-- [10] => Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: [11] => Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; [12] => Our court shall be a little Academe, [13] => Still and contemplative in living art. [14] => You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville, [15] => Have sworn for three years' term to live with me [16] => My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes [17] => That are recorded in this schedule here: [18] => Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names, [19] => That his own hand may strike his honour down [20] => That violates the smallest branch herein: [21] => If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do, [22] => Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am resolved; 'tis but a three years' fast: [1] => The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: [2] => Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits [3] => Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My loving lord, Dumain is mortified: [1] => The grosser manner of these world's delights [2] => He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: [3] => To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; [4] => With all these living in philosophy. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can but say their protestation over; [1] => So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, [2] => That is, to live and study here three years. [3] => But there are other strict observances; [4] => As, not to see a woman in that term, [5] => Which I hope well is not enrolled there; [6] => And one day in a week to touch no food [7] => And but one meal on every day beside, [8] => The which I hope is not enrolled there; [9] => And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, [10] => And not be seen to wink of all the day-- [11] => When I was wont to think no harm all night [12] => And make a dark night too of half the day-- [13] => Which I hope well is not enrolled there: [14] => O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, [15] => Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me say no, my liege, an if you please: [1] => I only swore to study with your grace [2] => And stay here in your court for three years' space. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. [1] => What is the end of study? let me know. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Why, that to know, which else we should not know. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Ay, that is study's godlike recompense. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on, then; I will swear to study so, [1] => To know the thing I am forbid to know: [2] => As thus,--to study where I well may dine, [3] => When I to feast expressly am forbid; [4] => Or study where to meet some mistress fine, [5] => When mistresses from common sense are hid; [6] => Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, [7] => Study to break it and not break my troth. [8] => If study's gain be thus and this be so, [9] => Study knows that which yet it doth not know: [10] => Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say no. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These be the stops that hinder study quite [1] => And train our intellects to vain delight. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, [1] => Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain: [2] => As, painfully to pore upon a book [3] => To seek the light of truth; while truth the while [4] => Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: [5] => Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: [6] => So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, [7] => Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. [8] => Study me how to please the eye indeed [9] => By fixing it upon a fairer eye, [10] => Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed [11] => And give him light that it was blinded by. [12] => Study is like the heaven's glorious sun [13] => That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks: [14] => Small have continual plodders ever won [15] => Save base authority from others' books [16] => These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights [17] => That give a name to every fixed star [18] => Have no more profit of their shining nights [19] => Than those that walk and wot not what they are. [20] => Too much to know is to know nought but fame; [21] => And every godfather can give a name. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => How well he's read, to reason against reading! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => How follows that? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Fit in his place and time. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => In reason nothing. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Something then in rhyme. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Biron is like an envious sneaping frost, [1] => That bites the first-born infants of the spring. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast [1] => Before the birds have any cause to sing? [2] => Why should I joy in any abortive birth? [3] => At Christmas I no more desire a rose [4] => Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; [5] => But like of each thing that in season grows. [6] => So you, to study now it is too late, [7] => Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Well, sit you out: go home, Biron: adieu. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you: [1] => And though I have for barbarism spoke more [2] => Than for that angel knowledge you can say, [3] => Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore [4] => And bide the penance of each three years' day. [5] => Give me the paper; let me read the same; [6] => And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => How well this yielding rescues thee from shame! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => mile of my court:' Hath this been proclaimed? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Four days ago. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's see the penalty. [1] => 'On pain of losing her tongue.' Who devised this penalty? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Marry, that did I. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Sweet lord, and why? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => To fright them hence with that dread penalty. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A dangerous law against gentility! [1] => 'Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman [2] => within the term of three years, he shall endure such [3] => public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.' [4] => This article, my liege, yourself must break; [5] => For well you know here comes in embassy [6] => The French king's daughter with yourself to speak-- [7] => A maid of grace and complete majesty-- [8] => About surrender up of Aquitaine [9] => To her decrepit, sick and bedrid father: [10] => Therefore this article is made in vain, [11] => Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So study evermore is overshot: [1] => While it doth study to have what it would [2] => It doth forget to do the thing it should, [3] => And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, [4] => 'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We must of force dispense with this decree; [1] => She must lie here on mere necessity. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Necessity will make us all forsworn [1] => Three thousand times within this three years' space; [2] => For every man with his affects is born, [3] => Not by might master'd but by special grace: [4] => If I break faith, this word shall speak for me; [5] => I am forsworn on 'mere necessity.' [6] => So to the laws at large I write my name: [7] => And he that breaks them in the least degree [8] => Stands in attainder of eternal shame: [9] => Suggestions are to other as to me; [10] => But I believe, although I seem so loath, [11] => I am the last that will last keep his oath. [12] => But is there no quick recreation granted? ) [STAGEDIR] => Subscribes ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted [1] => With a refined traveller of Spain; [2] => A man in all the world's new fashion planted, [3] => That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; [4] => One whom the music of his own vain tongue [5] => Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; [6] => A man of complements, whom right and wrong [7] => Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: [8] => This child of fancy, that Armado hight, [9] => For interim to our studies shall relate [10] => In high-born words the worth of many a knight [11] => From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate. [12] => How you delight, my lords, I know not, I; [13] => But, I protest, I love to hear him lie [14] => And I will use him for my minstrelsy. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Armado is a most illustrious wight, [1] => A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Costard the swain and he shall be our sport; [1] => And so to study, three years is but short. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Which is the duke's own person? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => This, fellow: what wouldst? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his [1] => grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person [2] => in flesh and blood. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => This is he. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Signior Arme--Arme--commends you. There's villany [1] => abroad: this letter will tell you more. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => A letter from the magnificent Armado. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience! ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => To hear? or forbear laughing? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to [1] => forbear both. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to [1] => climb in the merriness. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. [1] => The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => In what manner? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In manner and form following, sir; all those three: [1] => I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting with [2] => her upon the form, and taken following her into the [3] => park; which, put together, is in manner and form [4] => following. Now, sir, for the manner,--it is the [5] => manner of a man to speak to a woman: for the form,-- [6] => in some form. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => For the following, sir? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend [1] => the right! ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Will you hear this letter with attention? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => As we would hear an oracle. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god, [2] => and body's fostering patron.' ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Not a word of Costard yet. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in [1] => telling true, but so. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Peace! ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Be to me and every man that dares not fight! ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => No words! ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Of other men's secrets, I beseech you. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour [2] => to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving [3] => air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to [4] => walk. The time when. About the sixth hour; when [5] => beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down [6] => to that nourishment which is called supper: so much [7] => for the time when. Now for the ground which; which, [8] => I mean, I walked upon: it is y-cleped thy park. Then [9] => for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter [10] => that obscene and preposterous event, that draweth [11] => from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which [12] => here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest; [13] => but to the place where; it standeth north-north-east [14] => and by east from the west corner of thy curious- [15] => knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited [16] => swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,'-- ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Me? ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Me? ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Still me? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => O, me! ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => established proclaimed edict and continent canon, [2] => which with,--O, with--but with this I passion to say [3] => wherewith,-- ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => With a wench. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a [2] => woman. Him I, as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on, [3] => have sent to thee, to receive the meed of [4] => punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Anthony [5] => Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and [6] => estimation.' ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => 'Me, an't shall please you; I am Anthony Dull. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => called which I apprehended with the aforesaid [2] => swain,--I keep her as a vessel of the law's fury; [3] => and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring [4] => her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted [5] => and heart-burning heat of duty. [6] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.' ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is not so well as I looked for, but the best [1] => that ever I heard. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say [1] => you to this? ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Sir, I confess the wench. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Did you hear the proclamation? ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do confess much of the hearing it but little of [1] => the marking of it. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken [1] => with a wench. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Well, it was proclaimed 'damsel.' ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => This was no damsel, neither, sir; she was a virgin. ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed 'virgin.' ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => This maid will not serve your turn, sir. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => This maid will serve my turn, sir. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast [1] => a week with bran and water. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And Don Armado shall be your keeper. [1] => My Lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er: [2] => And go we, lords, to put in practise that [3] => Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, [1] => These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. [2] => Sirrah, come on. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was [1] => taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true [2] => girl; and therefore welcome the sour cup of [3] => prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again; and [4] => till then, sit thee down, sorrow! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH [1] => Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA [2] => Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA [3] => Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD [4] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit [1] => grows melancholy? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => No, no; O Lord, sir, no. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my [1] => tender juvenal? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Why tough senior? why tough senior? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton [1] => appertaining to thy young days, which we may [2] => nominate tender. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your [1] => old time, which we may name tough. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Pretty and apt. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or [1] => I apt, and my saying pretty? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Thou pretty, because little. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => And therefore apt, because quick. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Speak you this in my praise, master? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => In thy condign praise. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => I will praise an eel with the same praise. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => What, that an eel is ingenious? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => That an eel is quick. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => I am answered, sir. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I love not to be crossed. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I have promised to study three years with the duke. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => You may do it in an hour, sir. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Impossible. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => How many is one thrice told? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I confess both: they are both the varnish of a [1] => complete man. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of [1] => deuce-ace amounts to. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => It doth amount to one more than two. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Which the base vulgar do call three. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => True. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here [1] => is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how [2] => easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and [3] => study three years in two words, the dancing horse [4] => will tell you. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => A most fine figure! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => To prove you a cipher. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is [1] => base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a [2] => base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour [3] => of affection would deliver me from the reprobate [4] => thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and [5] => ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised [6] => courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should [7] => outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men [8] => have been in love? ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Hercules, master. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name [1] => more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good [2] => repute and carriage. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great [1] => carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back [2] => like a porter: and he was in love. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do [1] => excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in [2] => carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's [3] => love, my dear Moth? ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => A woman, master. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Of what complexion? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Tell me precisely of what complexion. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Of the sea-water green, sir. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Is that one of the four complexions? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => As I have read, sir; and the best of them too. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a [1] => love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason [2] => for it. He surely affected her for her wit. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => My love is most immaculate white and red. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under [1] => such colours. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Define, define, well-educated infant. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me! ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and [1] => pathetical! ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If she be made of white and red, [1] => Her faults will ne'er be known, [2] => For blushing cheeks by faults are bred [3] => And fears by pale white shown: [4] => Then if she fear, or be to blame, [5] => By this you shall not know, [6] => For still her cheeks possess the same [7] => Which native she doth owe. [8] => A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of [9] => white and red. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The world was very guilty of such a ballad some [1] => three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be [2] => found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for [3] => the writing nor the tune. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may [1] => example my digression by some mighty precedent. [2] => Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the [3] => park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => my master. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I say, sing. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Forbear till this company be past. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard [1] => safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight [2] => nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week. [3] => For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she [4] => is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I do betray myself with blushing. Maid! ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Man? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I will visit thee at the lodge. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => That's hereby. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I know where it is situate. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Lord, how wise you are! ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I will tell thee wonders. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => With that face? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I love thee. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => So I heard you say. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => And so, farewell. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Fair weather after you! ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Come, Jaquenetta, away! ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou [1] => be pardoned. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a [1] => full stomach. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Thou shalt be heavily punished. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they [1] => are but lightly rewarded. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Take away this villain; shut him up. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Come, you transgressing slave; away! ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation [1] => that I have seen, some shall see. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => What shall some see? ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. [1] => It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their [2] => words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank [3] => God I have as little patience as another man; and [4] => therefore I can be quiet. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do affect the very ground, which is base, where [1] => her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which [2] => is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which [3] => is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And [4] => how can that be true love which is falsely [5] => attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: [6] => there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so [7] => tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was [8] => Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. [9] => Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club; [10] => and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. [11] => The first and second cause will not serve my turn; [12] => the passado he respects not, the duello he regards [13] => not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his [14] => glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier! [15] => be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, [16] => he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, [17] => for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; [18] => write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants [1] => Re-enter BOYET [2] => Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants [3] => Exit [4] => Retiring [5] => Exit [6] => Exit LONGAVILLE [7] => Exit BIRON [8] => Offering to kiss her [9] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: [1] => Consider who the king your father sends, [2] => To whom he sends, and what's his embassy: [3] => Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, [4] => To parley with the sole inheritor [5] => Of all perfections that a man may owe, [6] => Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight [7] => Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen. [8] => Be now as prodigal of all dear grace [9] => As Nature was in making graces dear [10] => When she did starve the general world beside [11] => And prodigally gave them all to you. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, [1] => Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: [2] => Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, [3] => Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: [4] => I am less proud to hear you tell my worth [5] => Than you much willing to be counted wise [6] => In spending your wit in the praise of mine. [7] => But now to task the tasker: good Boyet, [8] => You are not ignorant, all-telling fame [9] => Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, [10] => Till painful study shall outwear three years, [11] => No woman may approach his silent court: [12] => Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, [13] => Before we enter his forbidden gates, [14] => To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, [15] => Bold of your worthiness, we single you [16] => As our best-moving fair solicitor. [17] => Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, [18] => On serious business, craving quick dispatch, [19] => Importunes personal conference with his grace: [20] => Haste, signify so much; while we attend, [21] => Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Proud of employment, willingly I go. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. [1] => Who are the votaries, my loving lords, [2] => That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BOYET ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Lord Longaville is one. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Know you the man? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast, [1] => Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir [2] => Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized [3] => In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: [4] => A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; [5] => Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: [6] => Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. [7] => The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, [8] => If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, [9] => Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will; [10] => Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills [11] => It should none spare that come within his power. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => They say so most that most his humours know. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. [1] => Who are the rest? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth, [1] => Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: [2] => Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; [3] => For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, [4] => And shape to win grace though he had no wit. [5] => I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once; [6] => And much too little of that good I saw [7] => Is my report to his great worthiness. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Another of these students at that time [1] => Was there with him, if I have heard a truth. [2] => Biron they call him; but a merrier man, [3] => Within the limit of becoming mirth, [4] => I never spent an hour's talk withal: [5] => His eye begets occasion for his wit; [6] => For every object that the one doth catch [7] => The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, [8] => Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, [9] => Delivers in such apt and gracious words [10] => That aged ears play truant at his tales [11] => And younger hearings are quite ravished; [12] => So sweet and voluble is his discourse. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God bless my ladies! are they all in love, [1] => That every one her own hath garnished [2] => With such bedecking ornaments of praise? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Here comes Boyet. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Now, what admittance, lord? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Navarre had notice of your fair approach; [1] => And he and his competitors in oath [2] => Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, [3] => Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt: [4] => He rather means to lodge you in the field, [5] => Like one that comes here to besiege his court, [6] => Than seek a dispensation for his oath, [7] => To let you enter his unpeopled house. [8] => Here comes Navarre. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have [1] => not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be [2] => yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, [1] => Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. [2] => I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: [3] => Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, [4] => And sin to break it. [5] => But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold: [6] => To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. [7] => Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, [8] => And suddenly resolve me in my suit. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You will the sooner, that I were away; [1] => For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I know you did. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => How needless was it then to ask the question! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => You must not be so quick. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Not till it leave the rider in the mire. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => What time o' day? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => The hour that fools should ask. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Now fair befall your mask! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Fair fall the face it covers! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => And send you many lovers! ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Amen, so you be none. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Nay, then will I be gone. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, your father here doth intimate [1] => The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; [2] => Being but the one half of an entire sum [3] => Disbursed by my father in his wars. [4] => But say that he or we, as neither have, [5] => Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid [6] => A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, [7] => One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, [8] => Although not valued to the money's worth. [9] => If then the king your father will restore [10] => But that one half which is unsatisfied, [11] => We will give up our right in Aquitaine, [12] => And hold fair friendship with his majesty. [13] => But that, it seems, he little purposeth, [14] => For here he doth demand to have repaid [15] => A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, [16] => On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, [17] => To have his title live in Aquitaine; [18] => Which we much rather had depart withal [19] => And have the money by our father lent [20] => Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is. [21] => Dear Princess, were not his requests so far [22] => From reason's yielding, your fair self should make [23] => A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast [24] => And go well satisfied to France again. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do the king my father too much wrong [1] => And wrong the reputation of your name, [2] => In so unseeming to confess receipt [3] => Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do protest I never heard of it; [1] => And if you prove it, I'll repay it back [2] => Or yield up Aquitaine. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We arrest your word. [1] => Boyet, you can produce acquittances [2] => For such a sum from special officers [3] => Of Charles his father. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Satisfy me so. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please your grace, the packet is not come [1] => Where that and other specialties are bound: [2] => To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall suffice me: at which interview [1] => All liberal reason I will yield unto. [2] => Meantime receive such welcome at my hand [3] => As honour without breach of honour may [4] => Make tender of to thy true worthiness: [5] => You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; [6] => But here without you shall be so received [7] => As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, [8] => Though so denied fair harbour in my house. [9] => Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: [10] => To-morrow shall we visit you again. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I would you heard it groan. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Is the fool sick? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Sick at the heart. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Alack, let it blood. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Would that do it good? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => My physic says 'ay.' ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Will you prick't with your eye? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => No point, with my knife. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Now, God save thy life! ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => And yours from long living! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I cannot stay thanksgiving. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same? ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Perchance light in the light. I desire her name. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Pray you, sir, whose daughter? ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Her mother's, I have heard. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => God's blessing on your beard! ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good sir, be not offended. [1] => She is an heir of Falconbridge. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my choler is ended. [1] => She is a most sweet lady. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Not unlike, sir, that may be. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => What's her name in the cap? ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Rosaline, by good hap. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Is she wedded or no? ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => To her will, sir, or so. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => You are welcome, sir: adieu. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord: [1] => Not a word with him but a jest. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => And every jest but a word. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => It was well done of you to take him at his word. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Two hot sheeps, marry. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And wherefore not ships? [1] => No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest? ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => So you grant pasture for me. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, gentle beast: [1] => My lips are no common, though several they be. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Belonging to whom? ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => To my fortunes and me. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree: [1] => This civil war of wits were much better used [2] => On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If my observation, which very seldom lies, [1] => By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes, [2] => Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => With what? ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => With that which we lovers entitle affected. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Your reason? ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, all his behaviors did make their retire [1] => To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: [2] => His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd, [3] => Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd: [4] => His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, [5] => Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be; [6] => All senses to that sense did make their repair, [7] => To feel only looking on fairest of fair: [8] => Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, [9] => As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; [10] => Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd, [11] => Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd: [12] => His face's own margent did quote such amazes [13] => That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. [14] => I'll give you Aquitaine and all that is his, [15] => An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But to speak that in words which his eye hath [1] => disclosed. [2] => I only have made a mouth of his eye, [3] => By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully. ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Do you hear, my mad wenches? ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => No. ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => What then, do you see? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Ay, our way to be gone. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => You are too hard for me. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH [1] => Singing [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter MOTH with COSTARD [4] => Exit [5] => Enter BIRON [6] => Giving him a shilling [7] => Exit [8] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Concolinel. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key, [1] => give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately [2] => hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Master, will you win your love with a French brawl? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => How meanest thou? brawling in French? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at [1] => the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour [2] => it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and [3] => sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you [4] => swallowed love with singing love, sometime through [5] => the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling [6] => love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of [7] => your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly [8] => doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in [9] => your pocket like a man after the old painting; and [10] => keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away. [11] => These are complements, these are humours; these [12] => betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without [13] => these; and make them men of note--do you note [14] => me?--that most are affected to these. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => How hast thou purchased this experience? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => By my penny of observation. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => But O,--but O,-- ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => 'The hobby-horse is forgot.' ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your [1] => love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Almost I had. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Negligent student! learn her by heart. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => By heart and in heart, boy. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => What wilt thou prove? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon [1] => the instant: by heart you love her, because your [2] => heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her, [3] => because your heart is in love with her; and out of [4] => heart you love her, being out of heart that you [5] => cannot enjoy her. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I am all these three. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And three times as much more, and yet nothing at [1] => all. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador [1] => for an ass. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Ha, ha! what sayest thou? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, [1] => for he is very slow-gaited. But I go. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => The way is but short: away! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => As swift as lead, sir. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The meaning, pretty ingenious? [1] => Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I say lead is slow. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are too swift, sir, to say so: [1] => Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet smoke of rhetoric! [1] => He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: [2] => I shoot thee at the swain. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Thump then and I flee. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace! [1] => By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: [2] => Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. [3] => My herald is return'd. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l'envoy; begin. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No enigma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the [1] => mail, sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain! no [2] => l'envoy, no l'envoy; no salve, sir, but a plantain! ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly [1] => thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes [2] => me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars! [3] => Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and [4] => the word l'envoy for a salve? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain [1] => Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. [2] => I will example it: [3] => The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, [4] => Were still at odds, being but three. [5] => There's the moral. Now the l'envoy. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, [1] => Were still at odds, being but three. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Until the goose came out of door, [1] => And stay'd the odds by adding four. [2] => Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with [3] => my l'envoy. [4] => The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, [5] => Were still at odds, being but three. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Until the goose came out of door, [1] => Staying the odds by adding four. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you [1] => desire more? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. [1] => Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. [2] => To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose: [3] => Let me see; a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By saying that a costard was broken in a shin. [1] => Then call'd you for the l'envoy. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, and I for a plantain: thus came your [1] => argument in; [2] => Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; [3] => And he ended the market. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => But tell me; how was there a costard broken in a shin? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => I will tell you sensibly. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak that l'envoy: [1] => I Costard, running out, that was safely within, [2] => Fell over the threshold and broke my shin. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => We will talk no more of this matter. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Till there be more matter in the shin. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy, [1] => some goose, in this. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, [1] => enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, [2] => restrained, captivated, bound. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => True, true; and now you will be my purgation and let me loose. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, [1] => in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: [2] => bear this significant [3] => to the country maid Jaquenetta: [4] => there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine [5] => honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. ) [STAGEDIR] => Giving a letter ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew! [1] => Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! [2] => O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three [3] => farthings--remuneration.--'What's the price of this [4] => inkle?'--'One penny.'--'No, I'll give you a [5] => remuneration:' why, it carries it. Remuneration! [6] => why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will [7] => never buy and sell out of this word. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit MOTH ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man [1] => buy for a remuneration? ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => What is a remuneration? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I thank your worship: God be wi' you! ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, slave; I must employ thee: [1] => As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, [2] => Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => When would you have it done, sir? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => This afternoon. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Thou knowest not what it is. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I shall know, sir, when I have done it. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Why, villain, thou must know first. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It must be done this afternoon. [1] => Hark, slave, it is but this: [2] => The princess comes to hunt here in the park, [3] => And in her train there is a gentle lady; [4] => When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, [5] => And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; [6] => And to her white hand see thou do commend [7] => This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration, [1] => a'leven-pence farthing better: most sweet gardon! I [2] => will do it sir, in print. Gardon! Remuneration! ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; [1] => A very beadle to a humorous sigh; [2] => A critic, nay, a night-watch constable; [3] => A domineering pedant o'er the boy; [4] => Than whom no mortal so magnificent! [5] => This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; [6] => This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; [7] => Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, [8] => The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, [9] => Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, [10] => Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, [11] => Sole imperator and great general [12] => Of trotting 'paritors:--O my little heart:-- [13] => And I to be a corporal of his field, [14] => And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! [15] => What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! [16] => A woman, that is like a German clock, [17] => Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, [18] => And never going aright, being a watch, [19] => But being watch'd that it may still go right! [20] => Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; [21] => And, among three, to love the worst of all; [22] => A wightly wanton with a velvet brow, [23] => With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes; [24] => Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed [25] => Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: [26] => And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! [27] => To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague [28] => That Cupid will impose for my neglect [29] => Of his almighty dreadful little might. [30] => Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan: [31] => Some men must love my lady and some Joan. ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the PRINCESS, and her train, a Forester, BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE [1] => Enter COSTARD [2] => Reads [3] => Exeunt PRINCESS and train [4] => Exeunt ROSALINE and KATHARINE [5] => Exeunt BOYET and MARIA [6] => Shout within [7] => Exit COSTARD, running ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard [1] => Against the steep uprising of the hill? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => I know not; but I think it was not he. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind. [1] => Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch: [2] => On Saturday we will return to France. [3] => Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush [4] => That we must stand and play the murderer in? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice; [1] => A stand where you may make the fairest shoot. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, [1] => And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, what? first praise me and again say no? [1] => O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Yes, madam, fair. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, never paint me now: [1] => Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. [2] => Here, good my glass, take this for telling true: [3] => Fair payment for foul words is more than due. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See see, my beauty will be saved by merit! [1] => O heresy in fair, fit for these days! [2] => A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. [3] => But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill, [4] => And shooting well is then accounted ill. [5] => Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: [6] => Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; [7] => If wounding, then it was to show my skill, [8] => That more for praise than purpose meant to kill. [9] => And out of question so it is sometimes, [10] => Glory grows guilty of detested crimes, [11] => When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, [12] => We bend to that the working of the heart; [13] => As I for praise alone now seek to spill [14] => The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty [1] => Only for praise sake, when they strive to be [2] => Lords o'er their lords? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only for praise: and praise we may afford [1] => To any lady that subdues a lord. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Here comes a member of the commonwealth. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Which is the greatest lady, the highest? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => The thickest and the tallest. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth. [1] => An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, [2] => One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. [3] => Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => What's your will, sir? what's your will? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine: [1] => Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve; [2] => Break up this capon. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am bound to serve. [1] => This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; [2] => It is writ to Jaquenetta. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will read it, I swear. [1] => Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; [1] => true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that [2] => thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful [3] => than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have [4] => commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The [5] => magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set [6] => eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar [7] => Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, [8] => Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the [9] => vulgar,--O base and obscure vulgar!--videlicet, He [10] => came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw two; [11] => overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he [12] => come? to see: why did he see? to overcome: to [13] => whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the [14] => beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The [15] => conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king's. [16] => The captive is enriched: on whose side? the [17] => beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose [18] => side? the king's: no, on both in one, or one in [19] => both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: [20] => thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. [21] => Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I enforce [22] => thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I [23] => will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; [24] => for tittles? titles; for thyself? me. Thus, [25] => expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, [26] => my eyes on thy picture. and my heart on thy every [27] => part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry, [28] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.' [29] => Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar [30] => 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey. [31] => Submissive fall his princely feet before, [32] => And he from forage will incline to play: [33] => But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? [34] => Food for his rage, repasture for his den. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? [1] => What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => I am much deceived but I remember the style. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court; [1] => A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport [2] => To the prince and his bookmates. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou fellow, a word: [1] => Who gave thee this letter? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I told you; my lord. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => To whom shouldst thou give it? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => From my lord to my lady. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => From which lord to which lady? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, [1] => To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away. [1] => Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day. ) [STAGEDIR] => To ROSALINE ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Shall I teach you to know? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Ay, my continent of beauty. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, she that bears the bow. [1] => Finely put off! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry, [1] => Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. [2] => Finely put on! ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Well, then, I am the shooter. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => And who is your deer? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. [1] => Finely put on, indeed! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes [1] => at the brow. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was [1] => a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as [2] => touching the hit it? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a [1] => woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little [2] => wench, as touching the hit it. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [1] => Thou canst not hit it, my good man. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I cannot, cannot, cannot, [1] => An I cannot, another can. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady! [1] => Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => She's too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! [1] => Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down! [2] => O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony [3] => vulgar wit! [4] => When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it [5] => were, so fit. [6] => Armado o' th' one side,--O, a most dainty man! [7] => To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan! [8] => To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' [9] => will swear! [10] => And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit! [11] => Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! [12] => Sola, sola! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL [1] => Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD [2] => Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony [1] => of a good conscience. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe [1] => as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in [2] => the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; [3] => and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, [4] => the soil, the land, the earth. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly [1] => varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I [2] => assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => 'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of [1] => insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of [2] => explication; facere, as it were, replication, or [3] => rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his [4] => inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, [5] => uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather, [6] => unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to [7] => insert again my haud credo for a deer. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => I said the deer was not a haud credo; twas a pricket. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Twice-sod simplicity, his coctus! [1] => O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred [1] => in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he [2] => hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not [3] => replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in [4] => the duller parts: [5] => And such barren plants are set before us, that we [6] => thankful should be, [7] => Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that [8] => do fructify in us more than he. [9] => For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, [10] => So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school: [11] => But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, [12] => Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit [1] => What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five [2] => weeks old as yet? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => What is Dictynna? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The moon was a month old when Adam was no more, [1] => And raught not to five weeks when he came to [2] => five-score. [3] => The allusion holds in the exchange. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds [1] => in the exchange. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; for [1] => the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside [2] => that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph [1] => on the death of the deer? And, to humour the [2] => ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed a pricket. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall [1] => please you to abrogate scurrility. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility. [1] => The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty [2] => pleasing pricket; [3] => Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made [4] => sore with shooting. [5] => The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps [6] => from thicket; [7] => Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting. [8] => If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores [9] => one sorel. [10] => Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => A rare talent! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => him with a talent. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a [1] => foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, [2] => shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, [3] => revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of [4] => memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and [5] => delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the [6] => gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am [7] => thankful for it. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my [1] => parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by [2] => you, and their daughters profit very greatly under [3] => you: you are a good member of the commonwealth. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mehercle, if their sons be ingenuous, they shall [1] => want no instruction; if their daughters be capable, [2] => I will put it to them: but vir sapit qui pauca [3] => loquitur; a soul feminine saluteth us. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => God give you good morrow, master Parson. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if one should be [1] => pierced, which is the one? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a [1] => tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough [2] => for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good master Parson, be so good as read me this [1] => letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me [2] => from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra [1] => Ruminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I [2] => may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice; [3] => Venetia, Venetia, [4] => Chi non ti vede non ti pretia. [5] => Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee [6] => not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. [7] => Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or rather, [8] => as Horace says in his--What, my soul, verses? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Ay, sir, and very learned. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse; lege, domine. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? [2] => Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd! [3] => Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove: [4] => Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like [5] => osiers bow'd. [6] => Study his bias leaves and makes his book thine eyes, [7] => Where all those pleasures live that art would [8] => comprehend: [9] => If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; [10] => Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend, [11] => All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; [12] => Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire: [13] => Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder, [14] => Which not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire. [15] => Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong, [16] => That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the [1] => accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are [2] => only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, [3] => facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. [4] => Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, [5] => but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of [6] => fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: [7] => so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, [8] => the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin, [9] => was this directed to you? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange [1] => queen's lords. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will overglance the superscript: 'To the [1] => snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady [2] => Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of [3] => the letter, for the nomination of the party writing [4] => to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all [5] => desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this [6] => Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here [7] => he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger [8] => queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of [9] => progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my [10] => sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the [11] => king: it may concern much. Stay not thy [12] => compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life! ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Have with thee, my girl. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very [1] => religiously; and, as a certain father saith,-- ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir tell me not of the father; I do fear colourable [1] => colours. But to return to the verses: did they [2] => please you, Sir Nathaniel? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Marvellous well for the pen. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil [1] => of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please [2] => you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my [3] => privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid [4] => child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I [5] => will prove those verses to be very unlearned, [6] => neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention: I [7] => beseech your society. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is [1] => the happiness of life. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. [1] => Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not [2] => say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at [3] => their game, and we will to our recreation. ) [STAGEDIR] => To DULL ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BIRON, with a paper [1] => Stands aside [2] => Enter FERDINAND, with a paper [3] => Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper [4] => Steps aside [5] => Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD [6] => BIRON tears the letter [7] => Gathering up the pieces [8] => Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA [9] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing [1] => myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in [2] => a pitch,--pitch that defiles: defile! a foul [3] => word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say [4] => the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well [5] => proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as [6] => Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: [7] => well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if [8] => I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her [9] => eye,--by this light, but for her eye, I would not [10] => love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing [11] => in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By [12] => heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme [13] => and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, [14] => and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my [15] => sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent [16] => it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter [17] => fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care [18] => a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one [19] => with a paper: God give him grace to groan! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Ay me! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the [2] => left pap. In faith, secrets! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not [2] => To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, [3] => As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote [4] => The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows: [5] => Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright [6] => Through the transparent bosom of the deep, [7] => As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; [8] => Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep: [9] => No drop but as a coach doth carry thee; [10] => So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. [11] => Do but behold the tears that swell in me, [12] => And they thy glory through my grief will show: [13] => But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep [14] => My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. [15] => O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel, [16] => No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. [17] => How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper: [18] => Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? [19] => What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. ) [STAGEDIR] => Steps aside ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Ay me, I am forsworn! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => One drunkard loves another of the name. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Am I the first that have been perjured so? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know: [1] => Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, [2] => The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move: [1] => O sweet Maria, empress of my love! [2] => These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: [1] => Disfigure not his slop. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This same shall go. [1] => Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, [2] => 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, [3] => Persuade my heart to this false perjury? [4] => Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. [5] => A woman I forswore; but I will prove, [6] => Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: [7] => My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; [8] => Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me. [9] => Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is: [10] => Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, [11] => Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it is: [12] => If broken then, it is no fault of mine: [13] => If by me broke, what fool is not so wise [14] => To lose an oath to win a paradise? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity, [1] => A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. [2] => God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => By whom shall I send this?--Company! stay. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All hid, all hid; an old infant play. [1] => Like a demigod here sit I in the sky. [2] => And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'ereye. [3] => More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish! [4] => Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter DUMAIN, with a paper ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => O most divine Kate! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => O most profane coxcomb! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => As upright as the cedar. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stoop, I say; [1] => Her shoulder is with child. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => As fair as day. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => O that I had my wish! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => And I had mine! ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => And I mine too, good Lord! ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would forget her; but a fever she [1] => Reigns in my blood and will remember'd be. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A fever in your blood! why, then incision [1] => Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => On a day--alack the day!-- [2] => Love, whose month is ever May, [3] => Spied a blossom passing fair [4] => Playing in the wanton air: [5] => Through the velvet leaves the wind, [6] => All unseen, can passage find; [7] => That the lover, sick to death, [8] => Wish himself the heaven's breath. [9] => Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; [10] => Air, would I might triumph so! [11] => But, alack, my hand is sworn [12] => Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; [13] => Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, [14] => Youth so apt to pluck a sweet! [15] => Do not call it sin in me, [16] => That I am forsworn for thee; [17] => Thou for whom Jove would swear [18] => Juno but an Ethiope were; [19] => And deny himself for Jove, [20] => Turning mortal for thy love. [21] => This will I send, and something else more plain, [22] => That shall express my true love's fasting pain. [23] => O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, [24] => Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill, [25] => Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; [26] => For none offend where all alike do dote. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [1] => You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, [2] => To be o'erheard and taken napping so. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [1] => You chide at him, offending twice as much; [2] => You do not love Maria; Longaville [3] => Did never sonnet for her sake compile, [4] => Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart [5] => His loving bosom to keep down his heart. [6] => I have been closely shrouded in this bush [7] => And mark'd you both and for you both did blush: [8] => I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion, [9] => Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion: [10] => Ay me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; [11] => One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes: [12] => You would for paradise break faith, and troth; [13] => And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [14] => What will Biron say when that he shall hear [15] => Faith so infringed, which such zeal did swear? [16] => How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! [17] => How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it! [18] => For all the wealth that ever I did see, [19] => I would not have him know so much by me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To LONGAVILLE [1] => To DUMAIN ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. [1] => Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me! [2] => Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove [3] => These worms for loving, that art most in love? [4] => Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears [5] => There is no certain princess that appears; [6] => You'll not be perjured, 'tis a hateful thing; [7] => Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting! [8] => But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not, [9] => All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot? [10] => You found his mote; the king your mote did see; [11] => But I a beam do find in each of three. [12] => O, what a scene of foolery have I seen, [13] => Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen! [14] => O me, with what strict patience have I sat, [15] => To see a king transformed to a gnat! [16] => To see great Hercules whipping a gig, [17] => And profound Solomon to tune a jig, [18] => And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, [19] => And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! [20] => Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain? [21] => And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? [22] => And where my liege's? all about the breast: [23] => A caudle, ho! ) [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too bitter is thy jest. [1] => Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not you to me, but I betray'd by you: [1] => I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin [2] => To break the vow I am engaged in; [3] => I am betray'd, by keeping company [4] => With men like men of inconstancy. [5] => When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme? [6] => Or groan for love? or spend a minute's time [7] => In pruning me? When shall you hear that I [8] => Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, [9] => A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, [10] => A leg, a limb? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Soft! whither away so fast? [1] => A true man or a thief that gallops so? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I post from love: good lover, let me go. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => God bless the king! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => What present hast thou there? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Some certain treason. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => What makes treason here? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Nay, it makes nothing, sir. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it mar nothing neither, [1] => The treason and you go in peace away together. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech your grace, let this letter be read: [1] => Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Biron, read it over. [1] => Where hadst thou it? ) [STAGEDIR] => Giving him the paper ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUENETTA [LINE] => Of Costard. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Where hadst thou it? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To COSTARD ) [1] => born to do me shame. [2] => Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => What? ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: [1] => He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, [2] => Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. [3] => O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Now the number is even. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, true; we are four. [1] => Will these turtles be gone? ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Hence, sirs; away! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace! [1] => As true we are as flesh and blood can be: [2] => The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; [3] => Young blood doth not obey an old decree: [4] => We cannot cross the cause why we were born; [5] => Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline, [1] => That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, [2] => At the first opening of the gorgeous east, [3] => Bows not his vassal head and strucken blind [4] => Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? [5] => What peremptory eagle-sighted eye [6] => Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, [7] => That is not blinded by her majesty? ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? [1] => My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; [2] => She an attending star, scarce seen a light. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron: [1] => O, but for my love, day would turn to night! [2] => Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty [3] => Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, [4] => Where several worthies make one dignity, [5] => Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. [6] => Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,-- [7] => Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not: [8] => To things of sale a seller's praise belongs, [9] => She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot. [10] => A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, [11] => Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: [12] => Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, [13] => And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy: [14] => O, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is ebony like her? O wood divine! [1] => A wife of such wood were felicity. [2] => O, who can give an oath? where is a book? [3] => That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, [4] => If that she learn not of her eye to look: [5] => No face is fair that is not full so black. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, [1] => The hue of dungeons and the suit of night; [2] => And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. [1] => O, if in black my lady's brows be deck'd, [2] => It mourns that painting and usurping hair [3] => Should ravish doters with a false aspect; [4] => And therefore is she born to make black fair. [5] => Her favour turns the fashion of the days, [6] => For native blood is counted painting now; [7] => And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, [8] => Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => And since her time are colliers counted bright. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your mistresses dare never come in rain, [1] => For fear their colours should be wash'd away. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain, [1] => I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => No devil will fright thee then so much as she. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, [1] => Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies [1] => The street should see as she walk'd overhead. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => But what of this? are we not all in love? ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove [1] => Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, some authority how to proceed; [1] => Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Some salve for perjury. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis more than need. [1] => Have at you, then, affection's men at arms. [2] => Consider what you first did swear unto, [3] => To fast, to study, and to see no woman; [4] => Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. [5] => Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; [6] => And abstinence engenders maladies. [7] => And where that you have vow'd to study, lords, [8] => In that each of you have forsworn his book, [9] => Can you still dream and pore and thereon look? [10] => For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, [11] => Have found the ground of study's excellence [12] => Without the beauty of a woman's face? [13] => Why, universal plodding poisons up [14] => The nimble spirits in the arteries, [15] => As motion and long-during action tires [16] => The sinewy vigour of the traveller. [17] => Now, for not looking on a woman's face, [18] => You have in that forsworn the use of eyes [19] => And study too, the causer of your vow; [20] => For where is any author in the world [21] => Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? [22] => Learning is but an adjunct to ourself [23] => And where we are our learning likewise is: [24] => Then when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, [25] => Do we not likewise see our learning there? [26] => O, we have made a vow to study, lords, [27] => And in that vow we have forsworn our books. [28] => For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, [29] => In leaden contemplation have found out [30] => Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes [31] => Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with? [32] => Other slow arts entirely keep the brain; [33] => And therefore, finding barren practisers, [34] => Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: [35] => But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, [36] => Lives not alone immured in the brain; [37] => But, with the motion of all elements, [38] => Courses as swift as thought in every power, [39] => And gives to every power a double power, [40] => Above their functions and their offices. [41] => It adds a precious seeing to the eye; [42] => A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; [43] => A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, [44] => When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd: [45] => Love's feeling is more soft and sensible [46] => Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails; [47] => Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: [48] => For valour, is not Love a Hercules, [49] => Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? [50] => Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical [51] => As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: [52] => And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods [53] => Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. [54] => Never durst poet touch a pen to write [55] => Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; [56] => O, then his lines would ravish savage ears [57] => And plant in tyrants mild humility. [58] => From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: [59] => They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; [60] => They are the books, the arts, the academes, [61] => That show, contain and nourish all the world: [62] => Else none at all in ought proves excellent. [63] => Then fools you were these women to forswear, [64] => Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. [65] => For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love, [66] => Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men, [67] => Or for men's sake, the authors of these women, [68] => Or women's sake, by whom we men are men, [69] => Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, [70] => Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths. [71] => It is religion to be thus forsworn, [72] => For charity itself fulfills the law, [73] => And who can sever love from charity? ) [STAGEDIR] => From women's eyes this doctrine I derive; They are the ground, the books, the academes From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Advance your standards, and upon them, lords; [1] => Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advised, [2] => In conflict that you get the sun of them. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by: [1] => Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And win them too: therefore let us devise [1] => Some entertainment for them in their tents. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, from the park let us conduct them thither; [1] => Then homeward every man attach the hand [2] => Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon [3] => We will with some strange pastime solace them, [4] => Such as the shortness of the time can shape; [5] => For revels, dances, masks and merry hours [6] => Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, away! no time shall be omitted [1] => That will betime, and may by us be fitted. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn; [1] => And justice always whirls in equal measure: [2] => Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; [3] => If so, our copper buys no better treasure. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL [1] => Draws out his table-book [2] => Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, MOTH, and COSTARD [3] => To MOTH [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Satis quod sufficit. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner [1] => have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without [2] => scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without [3] => impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with- [4] => out heresy. I did converse this quondam day with [5] => a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nomi- [6] => nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his [1] => discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye [2] => ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general [3] => behavior vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is [4] => too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it [5] => were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => A most singular and choice epithet. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer [1] => than the staple of his argument. I abhor such [2] => fanatical phantasimes, such insociable and [3] => point-devise companions; such rackers of [4] => orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he should [5] => say doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt,--d, [6] => e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; [7] => half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebor; neigh [8] => abbreviated ne. This is abhominable,--which he [9] => would call abbominable: it insinuateth me of [10] => insanie: anne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Laus Deo, bene intelligo. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bon, bon, fort bon, Priscian! a little scratch'd, [1] => 'twill serve. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Videsne quis venit? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Video, et gaudeo. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Chirrah! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Quare chirrah, not sirrah? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Men of peace, well encountered. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Most military sir, salutation. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to COSTARD ) [1] => of languages, and stolen the scraps. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. [1] => I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; [2] => for thou art not so long by the head as [3] => honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier [4] => swallowed than a flap-dragon. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Peace! the peal begins. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To HOLOFERNES ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a, [1] => b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Quis, quis, thou consonant? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or [1] => the fifth, if I. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => I will repeat them,--a, e, i,-- ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet [1] => touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and [2] => home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => What is the figure? what is the figure? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Horns. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about [1] => your infamy circum circa,--a gig of a cuckold's horn. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst [1] => have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very [2] => remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny [3] => purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an [4] => the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my [5] => bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! [6] => Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' [7] => ends, as they say. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Arts-man, preambulate, we will be singled from the [1] => barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the [2] => charge-house on the top of the mountain? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Or mons, the hill. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => I do, sans question. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and [1] => affection to congratulate the princess at her [2] => pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the [3] => rude multitude call the afternoon. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is [1] => liable, congruent and measurable for the afternoon: [2] => the word is well culled, chose, sweet and apt, I do [3] => assure you, sir, I do assure. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, [1] => I do assure ye, very good friend: for what is [2] => inward between us, let it pass. I do beseech thee, [3] => remember thy courtesy; I beseech thee, apparel thy [4] => head: and among other important and most serious [5] => designs, and of great import indeed, too, but let [6] => that pass: for I must tell thee, it will please his [7] => grace, by the world, sometime to lean upon my poor [8] => shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus, dally [9] => with my excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet [10] => heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no [11] => fable: some certain special honours it pleaseth his [12] => greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of [13] => travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass. [14] => The very all of all is,--but, sweet heart, I do [15] => implore secrecy,--that the king would have me [16] => present the princess, sweet chuck, with some [17] => delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or [18] => antique, or firework. Now, understanding that the [19] => curate and your sweet self are good at such [20] => eruptions and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it [21] => were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end to [22] => crave your assistance. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies. [1] => Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some [2] => show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by [3] => our assistants, at the king's command, and this most [4] => gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman, before [5] => the princess; I say none so fit as to present the [6] => Nine Worthies. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Joshua, yourself; myself and this gallant gentleman, [1] => Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his great [2] => limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the Great; the [3] => page, Hercules,-- ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough for [1] => that Worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in [1] => minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a [2] => snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An excellent device! so, if any of the audience [1] => hiss, you may cry 'Well done, Hercules! now thou [2] => crushest the snake!' that is the way to make an [3] => offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => For the rest of the Worthies?-- ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => I will play three myself. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Thrice-worthy gentleman! ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Shall I tell you a thing? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => We attend. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will have, if this fadge not, an antique. I [1] => beseech you, follow. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word all this while. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Nor understood none neither, sir. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Allons! we will employ thee. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DULL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play [1] => On the tabour to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Most dull, honest Dull! To our sport, away! ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and MARIA [1] => Enter BOYET [2] => Trumpets sound within [3] => The Ladies mask [4] => Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits, and masked [5] => Exit MOTH [6] => They converse apart [7] => They converse apart [8] => They converse apart [9] => They converse apart [10] => Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA [11] => Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in their proper habits [12] => Exit [13] => Re-enter the PRINCESS, ushered by BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE [14] => Exit [15] => Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [16] => Converses apart with FERDINAND, and delivers him a paper [17] => Exit [18] => Enter COSTARD, for Pompey [19] => Enter SIR NATHANIEL, for Alexander [20] => Enter HOLOFERNES, for Judas; and MOTH, for Hercules [21] => HOLOFERNES retires [22] => Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, for Hector [23] => Enter MERCADE [24] => Exeunt Worthies [25] => Re-enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [26] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, [1] => If fairings come thus plentifully in: [2] => A lady wall'd about with diamonds! [3] => Look you what I have from the loving king. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Madame, came nothing else along with that? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme [1] => As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, [2] => Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all, [3] => That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That was the way to make his godhead wax, [1] => For he hath been five thousand years a boy. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; [1] => And so she died: had she been light, like you, [2] => Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, [3] => She might ha' been a grandam ere she died: [4] => And so may you; for a light heart lives long. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => A light condition in a beauty dark. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => We need more light to find your meaning out. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; [1] => Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => So do not you, for you are a light wench. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.' ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. [1] => But Rosaline, you have a favour too: [2] => Who sent it? and what is it? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would you knew: [1] => An if my face were but as fair as yours, [2] => My favour were as great; be witness this. [3] => Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron: [4] => The numbers true; and, were the numbering too, [5] => I were the fairest goddess on the ground: [6] => I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. [7] => O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Any thing like? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Much in the letters; nothing in the praise. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Fair as a text B in a copy-book. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor, [1] => My red dominical, my golden letter: [2] => O, that your face were not so full of O's! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Madam, this glove. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Did he not send you twain? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, madam, and moreover [1] => Some thousand verses of a faithful lover, [2] => A huge translation of hypocrisy, [3] => Vilely compiled, profound simplicity. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This and these pearls to me sent Longaville: [1] => The letter is too long by half a mile. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart [1] => The chain were longer and the letter short? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Ay, or I would these hands might never part. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. [1] => That same Biron I'll torture ere I go: [2] => O that I knew he were but in by the week! [3] => How I would make him fawn and beg and seek [4] => And wait the season and observe the times [5] => And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes [6] => And shape his service wholly to my hests [7] => And make him proud to make me proud that jests! [8] => So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state [9] => That he should be my fool and I his fate. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, [1] => As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, [2] => Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school [3] => And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The blood of youth burns not with such excess [1] => As gravity's revolt to wantonness. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Folly in fools bears not so strong a note [1] => As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; [2] => Since all the power thereof it doth apply [3] => To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Thy news Boyet? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prepare, madam, prepare! [1] => Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are [2] => Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised, [3] => Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised: [4] => Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; [5] => Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they [1] => That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Under the cool shade of a sycamore [1] => I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour; [2] => When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest, [3] => Toward that shade I might behold addrest [4] => The king and his companions: warily [5] => I stole into a neighbour thicket by, [6] => And overheard what you shall overhear, [7] => That, by and by, disguised they will be here. [8] => Their herald is a pretty knavish page, [9] => That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: [10] => Action and accent did they teach him there; [11] => 'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:' [12] => And ever and anon they made a doubt [13] => Presence majestical would put him out, [14] => 'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see; [15] => Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.' [16] => The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil; [17] => I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.' [18] => With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder, [19] => Making the bold wag by their praises bolder: [20] => One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore [21] => A better speech was never spoke before; [22] => Another, with his finger and his thumb, [23] => Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;' [24] => The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;' [25] => The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. [26] => With that, they all did tumble on the ground, [27] => With such a zealous laughter, so profound, [28] => That in this spleen ridiculous appears, [29] => To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => But what, but what, come they to visit us? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus. [1] => Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. [2] => Their purpose is to parle, to court and dance; [3] => And every one his love-feat will advance [4] => Unto his several mistress, which they'll know [5] => By favours several which they did bestow. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd; [1] => For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd; [2] => And not a man of them shall have the grace, [3] => Despite of suit, to see a lady's face. [4] => Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear, [5] => And then the king will court thee for his dear; [6] => Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, [7] => So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. [8] => And change your favours too; so shall your loves [9] => Woo contrary, deceived by these removes. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => But in this changing what is your intent? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The effect of my intent is to cross theirs: [1] => They do it but in mocking merriment; [2] => And mock for mock is only my intent. [3] => Their several counsels they unbosom shall [4] => To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal [5] => Upon the next occasion that we meet, [6] => With visages displayed, to talk and greet. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => But shall we dance, if they desire to't? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, to the death, we will not move a foot; [1] => Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace, [2] => But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, [1] => And quite divorce his memory from his part. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt [1] => The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out [2] => There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown, [3] => To make theirs ours and ours none but our own: [4] => So shall we stay, mocking intended game, [5] => And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!-- ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A holy parcel of the fairest dames. [1] => That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views! ) [STAGEDIR] => The Ladies turn their backs to him ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to MOTH ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out-- ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => True; out indeed. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe [1] => Not to behold-- ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to MOTH ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, [1] => --with your sun-beamed eyes-- ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They will not answer to that epithet; [1] => You were best call it 'daughter-beamed eyes.' ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => They do not mark me, and that brings me out. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet: [1] => If they do speak our language, 'tis our will: [2] => That some plain man recount their purposes [3] => Know what they would. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => What would you with the princess? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => What would they, say they? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => She says, you have it, and you may be gone. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say to her, we have measured many miles [1] => To tread a measure with her on this grass. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They say, that they have measured many a mile [1] => To tread a measure with you on this grass. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not so. Ask them how many inches [1] => Is in one mile: if they have measured many, [2] => The measure then of one is easily told. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If to come hither you have measured miles, [1] => And many miles, the princess bids you tell [2] => How many inches doth fill up one mile. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => She hears herself. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How many weary steps, [1] => Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, [2] => Are number'd in the travel of one mile? ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We number nothing that we spend for you: [1] => Our duty is so rich, so infinite, [2] => That we may do it still without accompt. [3] => Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, [4] => That we, like savages, may worship it. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => My face is but a moon, and clouded too. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! [1] => Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine, [2] => Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; [1] => Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change. [1] => Thou bid'st me beg: this begging is not strange. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon. [1] => Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon. ) [STAGEDIR] => Music plays ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => You took the moon at full, but now she's changed. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. [1] => The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Our ears vouchsafe it. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => But your legs should do it. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since you are strangers and come here by chance, [1] => We'll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Why take we hands, then? ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only to part friends: [1] => Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => More measure of this measure; be not nice. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => We can afford no more at such a price. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Prize you yourselves: what buys your company? ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Your absence only. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => That can never be. ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu; [1] => Twice to your visor, and half once to you. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => In private, then. ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => I am best pleased with that. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three. ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice, [1] => Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice! [2] => There's half-a-dozen sweets. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Seventh sweet, adieu: [1] => Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => One word in secret. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Let it not be sweet. ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Thou grievest my gall. ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Gall! bitter. ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Therefore meet. ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Name it. ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Fair lady,-- ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say you so? Fair lord,-- [1] => Take that for your fair lady. ) ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please it you, [1] => As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => What, was your vizard made without a tongue? ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => I know the reason, lady, why you ask. ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have a double tongue within your mask, [1] => And would afford my speechless vizard half. ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => A calf, fair lady! ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => No, a fair lord calf. ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Let's part the word. ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll not be your half [1] => Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. ) ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! [1] => Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => One word in private with you, ere I die. ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry. ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen [1] => As is the razor's edge invisible, [2] => Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, [3] => Above the sense of sense; so sensible [4] => Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings [5] => Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things. ) ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off. ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits. ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits. [1] => Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat. ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! [1] => Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight? [2] => Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces? [3] => This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, they were all in lamentable cases! [1] => The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. ) ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Biron did swear himself out of all suit. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dumain was at my service, and his sword: [1] => No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; [1] => And trow you what he called me? ) ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Qualm, perhaps. ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Yes, in good faith. ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Go, sickness as thou art! ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps. [1] => But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. ) ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => And Longaville was for my service born. ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: [1] => Immediately they will again be here [2] => In their own shapes; for it can never be [3] => They will digest this harsh indignity. ) ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Will they return? ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They will, they will, God knows, [1] => And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: [2] => Therefore change favours; and, when they repair, [3] => Blow like sweet roses in this summer air. ) ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => How blow? how blow? speak to be understood. ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud; [1] => Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, [2] => Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. ) ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, [1] => If they return in their own shapes to woo? ) ) [154] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good madam, if by me you'll be advised, [1] => Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised: [2] => Let us complain to them what fools were here, [3] => Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; [4] => And wonder what they were and to what end [5] => Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd [6] => And their rough carriage so ridiculous, [7] => Should be presented at our tent to us. ) ) [155] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand. ) [156] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land. ) [157] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess? ) [158] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty [1] => Command me any service to her thither? ) ) [159] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. ) [160] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. ) [161] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease, [1] => And utters it again when God doth please: [2] => He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares [3] => At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs; [4] => And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, [5] => Have not the grace to grace it with such show. [6] => This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; [7] => Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve; [8] => A' can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he [9] => That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy; [10] => This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, [11] => That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice [12] => In honourable terms: nay, he can sing [13] => A mean most meanly; and in ushering [14] => Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet; [15] => The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet: [16] => This is the flower that smiles on every one, [17] => To show his teeth as white as whale's bone; [18] => And consciences, that will not die in debt, [19] => Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. ) ) [162] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart, [1] => That put Armado's page out of his part! ) ) [163] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou [1] => Till this madman show'd thee? and what art thou now? ) ) [164] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! ) [165] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => 'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive. ) [166] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Construe my speeches better, if you may. ) [167] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Then wish me better; I will give you leave. ) [168] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We came to visit you, and purpose now [1] => To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then. ) ) [169] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow: [1] => Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men. ) ) [170] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: [1] => The virtue of your eye must break my oath. ) ) [171] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke; [1] => For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. [2] => Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure [3] => As the unsullied lily, I protest, [4] => A world of torments though I should endure, [5] => I would not yield to be your house's guest; [6] => So much I hate a breaking cause to be [7] => Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. ) ) [172] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, you have lived in desolation here, [1] => Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. ) ) [173] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; [1] => We have had pastimes here and pleasant game: [2] => A mess of Russians left us but of late. ) ) [174] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => How, madam! Russians! ) [175] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, in truth, my lord; [1] => Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state. ) ) [176] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord: [1] => My lady, to the manner of the days, [2] => In courtesy gives undeserving praise. [3] => We four indeed confronted were with four [4] => In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, [5] => And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, [6] => They did not bless us with one happy word. [7] => I dare not call them fools; but this I think, [8] => When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. ) ) [177] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet, [1] => Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet, [2] => With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye, [3] => By light we lose light: your capacity [4] => Is of that nature that to your huge store [5] => Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor. ) ) [178] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,-- ) [179] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I am a fool, and full of poverty. ) [180] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But that you take what doth to you belong, [1] => It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. ) ) [181] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => O, I am yours, and all that I possess! ) [182] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => All the fool mine? ) [183] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => I cannot give you less. ) [184] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Which of the vizards was it that you wore? ) [185] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this? ) [186] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case [1] => That hid the worse and show'd the better face. ) ) [187] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => We are descried; they'll mock us now downright. ) [188] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Let us confess and turn it to a jest. ) [189] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad? ) [190] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale? [1] => Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. ) ) [191] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury. [1] => Can any face of brass hold longer out? [2] => Here stand I lady, dart thy skill at me; [3] => Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; [4] => Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; [5] => Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; [6] => And I will wish thee never more to dance, [7] => Nor never more in Russian habit wait. [8] => O, never will I trust to speeches penn'd, [9] => Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue, [10] => Nor never come in vizard to my friend, [11] => Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song! [12] => Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, [13] => Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, [14] => Figures pedantical; these summer-flies [15] => Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: [16] => I do forswear them; and I here protest, [17] => By this white glove;--how white the hand, God knows!-- [18] => Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd [19] => In russet yeas and honest kersey noes: [20] => And, to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!-- [21] => My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. ) ) [192] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Sans sans, I pray you. ) [193] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet I have a trick [1] => Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick; [2] => I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see: [3] => Write, 'Lord have mercy on us' on those three; [4] => They are infected; in their hearts it lies; [5] => They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes; [6] => These lords are visited; you are not free, [7] => For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. ) ) [194] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => No, they are free that gave these tokens to us. ) [195] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us. ) [196] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not so; for how can this be true, [1] => That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? ) ) [197] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Peace! for I will not have to do with you. ) [198] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. ) [199] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end. ) [200] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression [1] => Some fair excuse. ) ) [201] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fairest is confession. [1] => Were not you here but even now disguised? ) ) [202] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Madam, I was. ) [203] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => And were you well advised? ) [204] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => I was, fair madam. ) [205] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When you then were here, [1] => What did you whisper in your lady's ear? ) ) [206] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => That more than all the world I did respect her. ) [207] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => When she shall challenge this, you will reject her. ) [208] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Upon mine honour, no. ) [209] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, peace! forbear: [1] => Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. ) ) [210] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. ) [211] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline, [1] => What did the Russian whisper in your ear? ) ) [212] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear [1] => As precious eyesight, and did value me [2] => Above this world; adding thereto moreover [3] => That he would wed me, or else die my lover. ) ) [213] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God give thee joy of him! the noble lord [1] => Most honourably doth unhold his word. ) ) [214] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth, [1] => I never swore this lady such an oath. ) ) [215] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, [1] => You gave me this: but take it, sir, again. ) ) [216] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My faith and this the princess I did give: [1] => I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. ) ) [217] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; [1] => And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. [2] => What, will you have me, or your pearl again? ) ) [218] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Neither of either; I remit both twain. [1] => I see the trick on't: here was a consent, [2] => Knowing aforehand of our merriment, [3] => To dash it like a Christmas comedy: [4] => Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, [5] => Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, [6] => That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick [7] => To make my lady laugh when she's disposed, [8] => Told our intents before; which once disclosed, [9] => The ladies did change favours: and then we, [10] => Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. [11] => Now, to our perjury to add more terror, [12] => We are again forsworn, in will and error. [13] => Much upon this it is: and might not you [14] => Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? [15] => Do not you know my lady's foot by the squier, [16] => And laugh upon the apple of her eye? [17] => And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, [18] => Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? [19] => You put our page out: go, you are allow'd; [20] => Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. [21] => You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye [22] => Wounds like a leaden sword. ) [STAGEDIR] => To BOYET ) [219] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Full merrily [1] => Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. ) ) [220] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done. [1] => Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter COSTARD ) [221] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, sir, they would know [1] => Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no. ) ) [222] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => What, are there but three? ) [223] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir; but it is vara fine, [1] => For every one pursents three. ) ) [224] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => And three times thrice is nine. ) [225] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is not so. [1] => You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir we know [2] => what we know: [3] => I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,-- ) ) [226] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Is not nine. ) [227] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount. ) [228] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. ) [229] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living [1] => by reckoning, sir. ) ) [230] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => How much is it? ) [231] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, [1] => sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for mine [2] => own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man [3] => in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir. ) ) [232] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Art thou one of the Worthies? ) [233] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the [1] => Great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of [2] => the Worthy, but I am to stand for him. ) ) [234] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Go, bid them prepare. ) [235] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take [1] => some care. ) ) [236] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Biron, they will shame us: let them not approach. ) [237] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are shame-proof, my lord: and tis some policy [1] => To have one show worse than the king's and his company. ) ) [238] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => I say they shall not come. ) [239] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now: [1] => That sport best pleases that doth least know how: [2] => Where zeal strives to content, and the contents [3] => Dies in the zeal of that which it presents: [4] => Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, [5] => When great things labouring perish in their birth. ) ) [240] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => A right description of our sport, my lord. ) [241] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal [1] => sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. ) ) [242] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Doth this man serve God? ) [243] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Why ask you? ) [244] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => He speaks not like a man of God's making. ) [245] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for, [1] => I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding [2] => fantastical; too, too vain, too too vain: but we [3] => will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra. [4] => I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement! ) ) [246] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies. He [1] => presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the [2] => Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, [3] => Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabaeus: And if [4] => these four Worthies in their first show thrive, [5] => These four will change habits, and present the other five. ) ) [247] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => There is five in the first show. ) [248] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => You are deceived; 'tis not so. ) [249] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool [1] => and the boy:-- [2] => Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again [3] => Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. ) ) [250] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. ) [251] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I Pompey am,-- ) [252] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => You lie, you are not he. ) [253] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I Pompey am,-- ) [254] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => With libbard's head on knee. ) [255] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends [1] => with thee. ) ) [256] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big-- ) [257] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => The Great. ) [258] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is, 'Great,' sir:-- [1] => Pompey surnamed the Great; [2] => That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make [3] => my foe to sweat: [4] => And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance, [5] => And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France, [6] => If your ladyship would say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done. ) ) [259] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Great thanks, great Pompey. ) [260] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I [1] => made a little fault in 'Great.' ) ) [261] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. ) [262] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When in the world I lived, I was the world's [1] => commander; [2] => By east, west, north, and south, I spread my [3] => conquering might: [4] => My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,-- ) ) [263] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right. ) [264] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight. ) [265] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander. ) [266] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR NATHANIEL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When in the world I lived, I was the world's [1] => commander,-- ) ) [267] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. ) [268] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Pompey the Great,-- ) [269] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Your servant, and Costard. ) [270] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander. ) [271] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To SIR NATHANIEL ) [1] => Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of [2] => the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds [3] => his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given [4] => to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, [5] => and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [6] => There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an [7] => honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a [8] => marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good [9] => bowler: but, for Alisander,--alas, you see how [10] => 'tis,--a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies [11] => a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort. ) [STAGEDIR] => SIR NATHANIEL retires ) [272] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great Hercules is presented by this imp, [1] => Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis; [2] => And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, [3] => Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus. [4] => Quoniam he seemeth in minority, [5] => Ergo I come with this apology. [6] => Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [7] => Judas I am,-- ) [STAGEDIR] => MOTH retires ) [273] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => A Judas! ) [274] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not Iscariot, sir. [1] => Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus. ) ) [275] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas. ) [276] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas? ) [277] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Judas I am,-- ) [278] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => The more shame for you, Judas. ) [279] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => What mean you, sir? ) [280] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => To make Judas hang himself. ) [281] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => Begin, sir; you are my elder. ) [282] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder. ) [283] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => I will not be put out of countenance. ) [284] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Because thou hast no face. ) [285] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => What is this? ) [286] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => A cittern-head. ) [287] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => The head of a bodkin. ) [288] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => A Death's face in a ring. ) [289] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. ) [290] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => The pommel of Caesar's falchion. ) [291] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => The carved-bone face on a flask. ) [292] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch. ) [293] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Ay, and in a brooch of lead. ) [294] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. [1] => And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance. ) ) [295] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => You have put me out of countenance. ) [296] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => False; we have given thee faces. ) [297] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => But you have out-faced them all. ) [298] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => An thou wert a lion, we would do so. ) [299] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. [1] => And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay? ) ) [300] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => For the latter end of his name. ) [301] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => For the ass to the Jude; give it him:--Jud-as, away! ) [302] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HOLOFERNES [LINE] => This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. ) [303] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble. ) [304] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited! ) [305] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in arms. ) [306] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry. ) [307] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this. ) [308] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => But is this Hector? ) [309] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => I think Hector was not so clean-timbered. ) [310] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => His leg is too big for Hector's. ) [311] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => More calf, certain. ) [312] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => No; he is best endued in the small. ) [313] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => This cannot be Hector. ) [314] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. ) [315] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, [1] => Gave Hector a gift,-- ) ) [316] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => A gilt nutmeg. ) [317] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => A lemon. ) [318] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => Stuck with cloves. ) [319] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => No, cloven. ) [320] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace!-- [1] => The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty [2] => Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; [3] => A man so breathed, that certain he would fight; yea [4] => From morn till night, out of his pavilion. [5] => I am that flower,-- ) ) [321] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => That mint. ) [322] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => That columbine. ) [323] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. ) [324] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector. ) [325] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. ) [326] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, [1] => beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed, [2] => he was a man. But I will forward with my device. [3] => Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the PRINCESS ) [327] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. ) [328] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. ) [329] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to DUMAIN ) ) [330] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to BOYET ) ) [331] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,-- ) [332] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she [1] => is two months on her way. ) ) [333] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => What meanest thou? ) [334] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor [1] => wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in [2] => her belly already: tis yours. ) ) [335] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt [1] => die. ) ) [336] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is [1] => quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by [2] => him. ) ) [337] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Most rare Pompey! ) [338] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Renowned Pompey! ) [339] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! [1] => Pompey the Huge! ) ) [340] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Hector trembles. ) [341] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them [1] => on! stir them on! ) ) [342] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Hector will challenge him. ) [343] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, if a' have no man's blood in's belly than will [1] => sup a flea. ) ) [344] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => By the north pole, I do challenge thee. ) [345] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: [1] => I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray you, [2] => let me borrow my arms again. ) ) [346] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Room for the incensed Worthies! ) [347] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COSTARD [LINE] => I'll do it in my shirt. ) [348] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Most resolute Pompey! ) [349] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you [1] => not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean [2] => you? You will lose your reputation. ) ) [350] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat [1] => in my shirt. ) ) [351] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge. ) [352] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Sweet bloods, I both may and will. ) [353] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => What reason have you for't? ) [354] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go [1] => woolward for penance. ) ) [355] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOYET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of [1] => linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but [2] => a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next [3] => his heart for a favour. ) ) [356] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCADE [LINE] => God save you, madam! ) [357] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, Mercade; [1] => But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. ) ) [358] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCADE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring [1] => Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father-- ) ) [359] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Dead, for my life! ) [360] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCADE [LINE] => Even so; my tale is told. ) [361] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud. ) [362] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have [1] => seen the day of wrong through the little hole of [2] => discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. ) ) [363] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => How fares your majesty? ) [364] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight. ) [365] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. ) [366] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, [1] => For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, [2] => Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe [3] => In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide [4] => The liberal opposition of our spirits, [5] => If over-boldly we have borne ourselves [6] => In the converse of breath: your gentleness [7] => Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord! [8] => A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue: [9] => Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks [10] => For my great suit so easily obtain'd. ) ) [367] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The extreme parts of time extremely forms [1] => All causes to the purpose of his speed, [2] => And often at his very loose decides [3] => That which long process could not arbitrate: [4] => And though the mourning brow of progeny [5] => Forbid the smiling courtesy of love [6] => The holy suit which fain it would convince, [7] => Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, [8] => Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it [9] => From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost [10] => Is not by much so wholesome-profitable [11] => As to rejoice at friends but newly found. ) ) [368] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => I understand you not: my griefs are double. ) [369] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief; [1] => And by these badges understand the king. [2] => For your fair sakes have we neglected time, [3] => Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies, [4] => Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours [5] => Even to the opposed end of our intents: [6] => And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,-- [7] => As love is full of unbefitting strains, [8] => All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, [9] => Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, [10] => Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, [11] => Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll [12] => To every varied object in his glance: [13] => Which parti-coated presence of loose love [14] => Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, [15] => Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities, [16] => Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, [17] => Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, [18] => Our love being yours, the error that love makes [19] => Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, [20] => By being once false for ever to be true [21] => To those that make us both,--fair ladies, you: [22] => And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, [23] => Thus purifies itself and turns to grace. ) ) [370] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have received your letters full of love; [1] => Your favours, the ambassadors of love; [2] => And, in our maiden council, rated them [3] => At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, [4] => As bombast and as lining to the time: [5] => But more devout than this in our respects [6] => Have we not been; and therefore met your loves [7] => In their own fashion, like a merriment. ) ) [371] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest. ) [372] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => So did our looks. ) [373] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => We did not quote them so. ) [374] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, at the latest minute of the hour, [1] => Grant us your loves. ) ) [375] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A time, methinks, too short [1] => To make a world-without-end bargain in. [2] => No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much, [3] => Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this: [4] => If for my love, as there is no such cause, [5] => You will do aught, this shall you do for me: [6] => Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed [7] => To some forlorn and naked hermitage, [8] => Remote from all the pleasures of the world; [9] => There stay until the twelve celestial signs [10] => Have brought about the annual reckoning. [11] => If this austere insociable life [12] => Change not your offer made in heat of blood; [13] => If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds [14] => Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, [15] => But that it bear this trial and last love; [16] => Then, at the expiration of the year, [17] => Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts, [18] => And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine [19] => I will be thine; and till that instant shut [20] => My woeful self up in a mourning house, [21] => Raining the tears of lamentation [22] => For the remembrance of my father's death. [23] => If this thou do deny, let our hands part, [24] => Neither entitled in the other's heart. ) ) [376] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If this, or more than this, I would deny, [1] => To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, [2] => The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! [3] => Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. ) ) [377] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => [And what to me, my love? and what to me? ) [378] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd, [1] => You are attaint with faults and perjury: [2] => Therefore if you my favour mean to get, [3] => A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, [4] => But seek the weary beds of people sick.] ) ) [379] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife? ) [380] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A beard, fair health, and honesty; [1] => With three-fold love I wish you all these three. ) ) [381] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? ) [382] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day [1] => I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say: [2] => Come when the king doth to my lady come; [3] => Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. ) ) [383] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. ) [384] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KATHARINE [LINE] => Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again. ) [385] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => What says Maria? ) [386] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At the twelvemonth's end [1] => I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. ) ) [387] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LONGAVILLE [LINE] => I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. ) [388] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARIA [LINE] => The liker you; few taller are so young. ) [389] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Studies my lady? mistress, look on me; [1] => Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, [2] => What humble suit attends thy answer there: [3] => Impose some service on me for thy love. ) ) [390] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron, [1] => Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue [2] => Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, [3] => Full of comparisons and wounding flouts, [4] => Which you on all estates will execute [5] => That lie within the mercy of your wit. [6] => To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, [7] => And therewithal to win me, if you please, [8] => Without the which I am not to be won, [9] => You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day [10] => Visit the speechless sick and still converse [11] => With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, [12] => With all the fierce endeavor of your wit [13] => To enforce the pained impotent to smile. ) ) [391] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To move wild laughter in the throat of death? [1] => It cannot be; it is impossible: [2] => Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. ) ) [392] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, [1] => Whose influence is begot of that loose grace [2] => Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: [3] => A jest's prosperity lies in the ear [4] => Of him that hears it, never in the tongue [5] => Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, [6] => Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, [7] => Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, [8] => And I will have you and that fault withal; [9] => But if they will not, throw away that spirit, [10] => And I shall find you empty of that fault, [11] => Right joyful of your reformation. ) ) [393] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall, [1] => I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. ) ) [394] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To FERDINAND ) ) [395] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => No, madam; we will bring you on your way. ) [396] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our wooing doth not end like an old play; [1] => Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy [2] => Might well have made our sport a comedy. ) ) [397] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, [1] => And then 'twill end. ) ) [398] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BIRON [LINE] => That's too long for a play. ) [399] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-- ) [400] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCESS [LINE] => Was not that Hector? ) [401] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUMAIN [LINE] => The worthy knight of Troy. ) [402] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am [1] => a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the [2] => plough for her sweet love three years. But, most [3] => esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that [4] => the two learned men have compiled in praise of the [5] => owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the [6] => end of our show. ) ) [403] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FERDINAND [LINE] => Call them forth quickly; we will do so. ) [404] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Holla! approach. [1] => This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; [2] => the one maintained by the owl, the other by the [3] => cuckoo. Ver, begin. [4] => When daisies pied and violets blue [5] => And lady-smocks all silver-white [6] => And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue [7] => Do paint the meadows with delight, [8] => The cuckoo then, on every tree, [9] => Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; [10] => Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, [11] => Unpleasing to a married ear! [12] => When shepherds pipe on oaten straws [13] => And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, [14] => When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, [15] => And maidens bleach their summer smocks [16] => The cuckoo then, on every tree, [17] => Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; [18] => Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, [19] => Unpleasing to a married ear! [20] => When icicles hang by the wall [21] => And Dick the shepherd blows his nail [22] => And Tom bears logs into the hall [23] => And milk comes frozen home in pail, [24] => When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, [25] => Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; [26] => Tu-who, a merry note, [27] => While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. [28] => When all aloud the wind doth blow [29] => And coughing drowns the parson's saw [30] => And birds sit brooding in the snow [31] => And Marian's nose looks red and raw, [32] => When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, [33] => Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; [34] => Tu-who, a merry note, [35] => While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Re-enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD, and others [1] => THE SONG ) [SUBHEAD] => Array ( [0] => SPRING. [1] => WINTER. ) ) [405] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of [1] => Apollo. You that way: we this way. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )