Complete Plays, The (351 page)
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Authors: William Shakespeare
Dumain
Hector will challenge him.
Biron
Ay, if a’ have no man’s blood in’s belly than will sup a flea.
Don Adriano de Armado
By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Costard
I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: I’ll slash; I’ll do it by the sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms again.
Dumain
Room for the incensed Worthies!
Costard
I’ll do it in my shirt.
Dumain
Most resolute Pompey!
Moth
Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.
Don Adriano de Armado
Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
Dumain
You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.
Don Adriano de Armado
Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Biron
What reason have you for’t?
Don Adriano de Armado
The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance.
Boyet
True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I’ll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta’s, and that a’ wears next his heart for a favour.
Enter Mercade
Mercade
God save you, madam!
Princess
Welcome, Mercade;
But that thou interrupt’st our merriment.
Mercade
I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father —
Princess
Dead, for my life!
Mercade
Even so; my tale is told.
Biron
Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.
Don Adriano de Armado
For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Exeunt Worthies
Ferdinand
How fares your majesty?
Princess
Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.
Ferdinand
Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Princess
Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
The liberal opposition of our spirits,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the converse of breath: your gentleness
Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord!
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue:
Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtain’d.
Ferdinand
The extreme parts of time extremely forms
All causes to the purpose of his speed,
And often at his very loose decides
That which long process could not arbitrate:
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
The holy suit which fain it would convince,
Yet, since love’s argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome-profitable
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Princess
I understand you not: my griefs are double.
Biron
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;
And by these badges understand the king.
For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
Play’d foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deform’d us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents:
And what in us hath seem’d ridiculous,—
As love is full of unbefitting strains,
All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,
Form’d by the eye and therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance:
Which parti-coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both,— fair ladies, you:
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Thus purifies itself and turns to grace.
Princess
We have received your letters full of love;
Your favours, the ambassadors of love;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
As bombast and as lining to the time:
But more devout than this in our respects
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dumain
Our letters, madam, show’d much more than jest.
Longaville
So did our looks.
Rosaline
We did not quote them so.
Ferdinand
Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.
Princess
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
If for my love, as there is no such cause,
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
I will be thine; and till that instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father’s death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither entitled in the other’s heart.
Ferdinand
If this, or more than this, I would deny,
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
Dumain
But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?
Katharine
A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dumain
O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Katharine
Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
I’ll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
Come when the king doth to my lady come;
Then, if I have much love, I’ll give you some.
Dumain
I’ll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Katharine
Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.
Longaville
What says Maria?
Maria
At the twelvemonth’s end
I’ll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
Longaville
I’ll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Maria
The liker you; few taller are so young.
Biron
Studies my lady? mistress, look on me;
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there:
Impose some service on me for thy love.
Rosaline
Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I saw you; and the world’s large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
Which you on all estates will execute
That lie within the mercy of your wit.
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,
Without the which I am not to be won,
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavor of your wit
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Biron
To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Rosaline
Why, that’s the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:
A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
Deaf’d with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
And I will have you and that fault withal;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.
Biron
A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,
I’ll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
Princess
[To Ferdinand]
Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
Ferdinand
No, madam; we will bring you on your way.
Biron
Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies’ courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
Ferdinand
Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
And then ’twill end.
Biron
That’s too long for a play.
Re-enter Don Adriano De Armado
Don Adriano de Armado
Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,—
Princess
Was not that Hector?
Dumain
The worthy knight of Troy.
Don Adriano de Armado
I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the end of our show.
Ferdinand
Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Don Adriano de Armado
Holla! approach.
Re-enter Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and others
This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
The Song
Spring.
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Winter.
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Don Adriano de Armado
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
Apollo. You that way: we this way.
Exeunt
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