read sir and the best of them too Arm. Greene in deede is the colour of Louers but to haue a loue of that colour mee thinkes Sampson had small reason for it He surely affected her for her wit Boy It was so sir for she had a greene wit Arm. My loue is most immaculate white and red Boy Most maculate thoughts Maister are maskt vnder such colours Ar. Define define well educated infant Boy My fathers wit and my mothers tongue assist me Ar. Sweet inuocation of a child most pretty pathetical Boy Yf she be made of white and red Her faultes will nere be knowne For blush-in cheekes by faultes are bred And feares by pale white showne Then if she feare or be to blame By this you shall not know Eor still her cheekeâ— possesse the same Which natiue she doth owe A dangerous rime maister against the reason of white red Ar. Is there not a Ballet Boy of the King the Begger Boy The worlde was very guiltie of such a Ballet some three ages since but I thinke now t is not to be found or if it were it would neither serue for the writing nor the tune Ar. I will haue that subiect newly writ ore that I may example my digression by some mightie presedent Boy I do loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in the Parke with the rational hinde Costard she deserues well Boy To be whipt and yet a better loue then my maister Ar. Sing Boy My spirit growes heauie in loue Boy And that 's great maruaile louing a light Wench Ar. I say sing Boy Forbeare till this companie be past Enter Clowne Constable and Wench Constab Sir the Dukes pleasure is that you keepe Costard safe and you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance but a'must fast three dayes a weeke for this Damsell I must keepe her at the Parke she is alowde for the Day womand Fare you well Ar. I do betray my selfe with blushing Maide Maide Mâ—n Ar. I will visit thee at the Lodge Maid That 's hereby Ar. I know where it is situate Ma. Lord how wise you are Ar. I will tell thee wonders Ma. With that face Ar. I loue thee Ma. So I heard you say Ar. And so farewell Ma. Faire weather after you Clo. Come Iaquenetta away Exeunt Ar. Villaine thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned Clo. Well sir I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full stomacke Ar. Thou shalt be heauely punished Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes for they are but lightly rewarded Ar. Take away this villaine shut him vp Boy Come you transgressing slaue away Clo. Let me not be pent vp sir I will fast being loose Boy No sir that were fast and loose thou shalt to prison Clo. Well if euer I do see the merry dayes of desolation that I haue seene some shall see Boy What shall some see Clo. Nay nothing M. Moth but what they looke vppon It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their wordes and therfore I will say nothing I thanke God I haue as litle patience as an other man therfore I can be quiet Exit Arm. I do affect the verie ground which is base where her shoo which is baser guided by her foote which is basest doth tread I shall be forsworne which is a great argument of falsehood if I loue And how can that be true loue which is falsely attempted Loue is a familiar Loue is a Diuell There is no euill angel but Loue yet was Sampson so tempted and he had an excellent strength Yet was Salomon so seduced and he had a very good wit Cupids But shaft is too hard for Hercules Clubb and therefore too much oddes for a Spaniards Rapier The first and second cause will not serue my turne the Passado he respects not the Duella he regards not his disgrace is to be called Boy but his glorie is to subdue men Adue Valoure rust Rapier be still Drum for your manager is in loue yea he loueth Assist me some extemporall God of Rime for I am sure I shall turne Sonnet Deuise Wit write Pen for I am for whole volumes in folio Exit Enter the Princesse of Fraunce with three attending Ladies and three Lordes Boyet Now Maddame summon vp your dearest spirrits Cosider who the King your father sendes To whom he sendes and what 's his Embassie Your selfe helde precious in the worldes esteeme To parlee with the sole inheritoure Of all perfections that a man may owe Matchles Nauar the plea of no lesse weight Then Aquitaine a Dowrie for a Queene Be now as prodigall of all Deare grace As Nature was in making Graces deare When she did starue the generall world beside And prodigally gaue them all to you Queene Good L. Boyet my beautie though but meane Needes not the painted florish of your prayse Beautie is bought by iudgement of the eye Not vttred by base sale of chapmens tongues I am lesse proude to heare you tell my worth Then you much willing to be counted wise In spending your Wit in the prayse of mine But now to taske the tasker good Boyet You are not ignorant all telling fame Doth noyse abroad Nauar hath made a Vow Till painefull studie shall outweare three yeeres No Woman may approch his silent Court Therefore to 's seemeth it a needfull course Before we enter his forbidden gates To know his pleasure and in that behalfe Bold of your worthines we single you As our best mouing faire soliciter Tell him the Daughter of the King of France On serious busines crauing quicke dispatch Importuous personall conference with his grace Haste signifie so much while we attende Like humble visage Suters his high will Boy Proud of imployment willingly I go Exit Boy Prince All pride is willing pride and yours is sâ—t Who are the Votaries my louing Lordes that are vowfellowes with this vertuous Duke Lor. Longauill is one Princ. Know you the man 1. Lady I know him Maddame at a marriage feast Betweene L. Perigort and the bewtious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized In Normandie saw I this Longauill A man of soueraigne peerelsle he is esteemd Well fitted in artes glorious in armes Nothing becoms him ill that he would well The onely soyle of his fayre vertues glose If vertues glose will staine with any soyle Is a sharpe Wit matcht with too blunt a Will Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wils It should none spare that come within his power Prin. Some merrie mocking Lord belike i st so Lad. They say so most that most his humors know Prin. Such short liued wits do wither as they grow Who are the rest 2. Lad. The young Dumaine a well accomplisht youth Of all that Vertue loue for Vertue loued Most power to do most harme least knowing ill For he hath wit to make an ill shape good And shape to win grace though he had no wit I saw him at
rather giue it the raine for it runnes against Hector Dum. I and Hector's a Greyhound Brag. The sweete War-man is dead and rotten Sweete chucks beat not the bones of the buried When he breathed he was a man But I will forward with my deuice sweete royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing Berowne steps foorth Quee. Speake braue Hector we are much delighted Brag. I do adore thy sweete Graces Slipper Boyet Loues her by the foote Dum. He may not by the yarde Brag. This Hector far surmounted Hanniball The partie is gone Clow. Fellow Hector she is gone she is two months on her way Brag. What meanest thou Clow. Faith vnlesse you play the honest Troyan the poore wench is cast away shee 's quicke the childe bragges in her bellie already t is yours Brag. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates Thou shalt die Clow. Then shall Hector be whipt for Iaquenetta that is quicke by him and hangd for Pompey that is dead by him Duma Most rare Pompey Boyet Renowned Pompey Bero. Greater then great great great great Pompey Pompey the hudge Dum. Hector trembles Bero. Pompey is mooued more Ates more Atees stir them or stir them on Duma Hector will challenge him Bero. I if a'haue no more mans blood in his belly then w suppe a Flea Brag. By the North Pole I do challenge thee Clow. I will not fight with a Pole like a Northren man I le slash I le do it by the Sword I bepray you let me borrow my Armes againe Duma Roome for the incensed Worthies Clow. I le do it in my shyrt Duma Most resolute Pompey Page Maister let me take you a button hole lower Do you not see Pompey is vncasing for the Combat What meane you you will loose your reputation Brag. Gentlemen and Souldiers pardon me I will not combat in my shyrt Duma You may not deny it Pompey hath made the challenge Brag. Sweete bloodes I both may and will Bero. What reason haue you for t Brag. The naked trueth of it is I haue no Shirt I goe Woolward for pennance Boy True and it was inioyned him in Rome for want of Linnen since when I le be sworne he wore none but a dish-cloute of Jaquenettaâ—s and that a weares next his hart for a Fauour Entèr a Messenger Mounsier Marcade Marcad God saue you Madame Quee. Welcome Marcade but that thou interrupptest our merriment Marcad I am sorrie Madame for the newes I bring is heauie in my tongue The King your father Quee. Dead for my life Marcad Euen so my tale is tolde Ber. Worthies away the Scaene begins to cloude Brag. For mine owne part I breath free breath I haue seene the day of wrong through the litle hole of discretion and I will right my selfe like a Souldier Exeunt Worthys King How fares your Maiestie Quee. Boyet prepare I will away to nyght King Madame Not so I do beseech you stay Quee. Prepare I say I thanke you gracious Lords For all your faire endeuours and intreat Out of a new sad-soule that you vouchsafe In your rich wisedome to excuse or hide The liberall opposition of our spirites If ouerboldly we haue borne our selues In the conuerse of breath your gentlenes Was guyltie of it Farewell worthy Lord A heauie hart beares not a humble tongue Excuse me so comming too short of thankes For my great sute so easely obtainde King The extreame partes of time extreamly formes All causes to the purpose of his speede And often at his very loose decides That which long processe could not arbitrate And though the mourning brow of progenie Forbid the smyling courtecie of Loue The holy suite which faine it would conuince Yet since Loues argument was first on foote Let not the cloude of Sorrow iustle it From what it purposd since to wayle friendes lost Is not by much so holdsome profitable As to reioyce at friendes but newly found Quee. I vnderstand you not my griefes are double Bero. Honest plaine words best pearce the eare of griefe And by these badges vnderstand the King For your faire sakes haue we neglected time Plaide fouleplay with our othes your beautie Ladies Hath much deformed vs fashioning our humours Euen to the opposed ende of our ententes And what in vs hath seemed rediculous As Loue is full of vnbefitting straines All wanton as a childe skipping and vaine Formd by the eye and therefore like the eye Full of straying shapes of habites and of formes Varying in subiectes as the eye doth roule To euery varied obiect in his glaunce Which partie coted presence of loose loue Put on by vs if in your heauenly eyes Haue misbecombd our othes and grauities Those heauenly eyes that looke into these faultes Suggested vs to make therefore Ladies Our loue being yours the errour that Loue makes Is likewise yours we to our selues proue false By being once falce for euer to be true To those that make vs both faire Ladies you And euen that falshood in it selfe a sinne Thus purifies it selfe and turns to grace Quee. We haue receiud your Letters full of Loue Your Fauours embassadours of Loue. And in our mayden counsaile rated them At courtshyp pleasantiest and courtecie As bombast and as lyning to the time But more deuout then this our respectes Haue we not been and therefore met your Loues In their owne fashyon like a merriment Dum. Our letters madame shewed much more then iest Long. So did our lookes Rosa We did not cote them so King Now at the latest minute of the houre Graunt vs your loues Quee. A time me thinkes too short To make a world-without-end bargaine in No no my Lord your Grace is periurde much Full of deare guiltines and therefore this If for my Loue as there is no such cause You will do ought this shall you do for me Your oth I will not trust but goe with speede To some forlorne and naked Hermytage Remote from all the pleasurs of the world There stay vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes Haue brought about the annuall reckoning If â—his Austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heate of blood If â—roâ—â—es and fastes hard lodging and thin weedes Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue But that it beare this tryall and last Loue Then at the expiration of the yeere Come challenge me challenge me by these desertes And by â—his Virgin palme now kissing thine I wiâ—be thine and till that instance shutt My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house Rayning the teares of lamentation For the remembraunce of my Fathers death If this thou do deny let our handâ—s part Neither intiled in the others hart King If this or more then this I would denie To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest The sâ—dâ—ine hand of death close vp mine eye Hence herrite then my hart is in thy brest Berow And what to me my Loue and what to me Rosal You must be purged to your sinnes are rackt You are attaint with faultes and periurie
patience haue I sat To see a King transformed to a Gnat. To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge And profound Sallomon to tune a Iigge And Nestor play at push-pin with the boyes And Crittick Tymon laugh at idle toyes Where lies thy griefe o tell me good Dumaine And gentle Longauill where lies thy paine And where my Liedges all about the brest A Caudle hou King Too bitter is thy iest Are we betrayed thus to thy ouer-view Ber. Not you by mee but I betrayed to you I that am honest I that holde it sinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in I am betrayed by keeping companie With men like men of inconstancie When shall you see mee write a thing in rime Or grone for Loue or spend◠〈◊〉 minutes time In pruning mee when shall you heare that I will prayse a hand a foote a face an eye a gate a stace a brow a brest a wast a legge a limme King Soft Whither away so fast A true man or a theâ—fe that gallâ—ps so Ber. I post from Loue good Louer let me go Iaqu God blesse the King Enter Iaquenetta and Clownâ— King What present hast thou there Clow. Some certaine treason King What makes treason heere Clow. Nay it makes nothing sir King Yf it mart nothing neither The treason and you goe in peace away togeather Iaquâ— I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read Our person misdoubts it t was treason he said King Berowne reade it ouer He reades the letter King Where hadst thou it Iaqu Of Costard King Where hadst thou it Cost Of Dun Adramadio Dun Adramadio Kin. How now What is in yoâ— Why dost thou teare it Ber. A toy my Leedge a toy your grace needs not feare it Long. It did moue him to passion therfore le ts heare it Dum. It is Berownes writing and heere is his name Berow Ah you whoreson loggerhead you were borne to do me sâ—â—me Guâ—ltie my Lord guiltie I confesse I confesse King What Ber. That you three fooles lackt me foole to make vp the messe Hee hee and you and you my Leege and I Are pick-purseâ— iâ— Loue and we deserue to die O dismisse this audience and I shall tell you more Duma Now the number is euen Bero. True true we are fower will these turtles be gon King Hence sirs away Clow. Walke aside the true folke and let the traytors stay Ber. Sweete Lords sweete Louers O let vs imbrace As true we are as flesh and blood can be The Sea will ebb and flow heauen shew his face Young blood doth not obay an olde decree We can not crosse the cause why we were borne Therefore of all handes must we be forsworne King What did these rent lines shew some loue of thine Ber. Did they quoth you Who sees the heauenly Rosaline That like a rude and sauadge man of Inde At the first opning of the gorgious East Bowes not his vassall head and strooken blind Kisses the base ground with obedient breast What peromptorie Eagle-sighted eye Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow That is not blinded by her maiestie King What zeale what furie hath inspirde thee now My Loue her Mistres is a gracious Moone Shee an attending Starre scarce seene a light Ber My eyes are then no eyes nor I Berowne O but for my Loue day would turne to night Of all complexions the culd soueraigntie Do meete as at a faire in her faire cheeke Where seuerall worthies make one dignitie Where nothing wantes that want it selfe doth seeke Lend me the florish of all gentle tongues Fâ—e paynted Rethoricke O shee needes it not To thinges of sale a sellers prayse belonges She passes prayse then prayse too short doth blot A witherd Hermight fiuescore winters worne Might shake off fiftie looking in her eye Beautie doth varnish Age as if new borne And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie O t is the Sunne that maketh all thinges shine King By heauen thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie Berow Is Ebonie like her O word deuine A wife of such wood were felicitie O who can giue an oth Where is a booke That I may sweare Beautie doth beautie lacke If that she learne not of her eye to looke No face is fayre that is not full so blacke King O paradox Blacke is the badge of Hell The hue of dungions and the Schoole of night And beauties crest becomes the heauens well Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirites of light O if in blacke my Ladyes browes be deckt It mournes that painting vsurping haire Should rauish dooters with a false aspect And therefore is she borne to make blacke fayre Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes For natiue blood is counted paynting now And therefore redd that would auoyde disprayse Paintes it selfe blacke to imitate her brow Duma To looke like her are Chimnie-sweepers blake Long. And since her time are Colliers counted bright King And Aethiops of their sweete complexion crake Duma Darke needes no Candles now for darke is light Ber. Your Mistresses dare neuer come in raine For feare their colours should be washt away King T were good yours did for sir to tell you plaine I le finde a fayrer face not washt to day Ber. I le proue her faire or talke till doomse-day heere King No Diuel will fright thee then so much as shee Duma I neuer knew man holde vile stuffe so deare Long. Looke heer 's thy loue my foote and her face see Ber O if the streetes were paued with thine eyes Her feete were much too daintie for such tread Duma O vile then as she goes what vpward lyes The streete should see as she walkt ouer head King But what of this are we not all in loue Ber. O nothing so sure and thereby all forsworne King Then leaue this chat and good Berowne now proue Our louing lawfull and our fayth not torne Duma I marie there some flatterie for this euyll Long. O some authoritie how to proceede Some tricks some quillets how to cheate the diuell Duma Some salue for periurie Ber. O t is more then neede Haue at you then affections men at armes For Charitie it selfe fulfilles the Law And who can seuer Loue from Charitie King Saint Cupid then and Souldiers to the fielde Berow Aduaunce your standars and vpon them Lords Pell mell downe with them but be first aduisd In conflict that you get the Sunne of them Long. Now to plaine dealing Lay these glozes by Shall we resolue to woe these gyrles of Fraunce King And winn them too therefore let vs deuise Some enterteinment for them in their Tentes Ber. First from the Parke let vs conduct them thither Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Mistres in the after noone We will with some strange pastime solace them Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape For Reuels Daunces Maskes and merrie houres Forerunne faire Loue strewing her way with flowerâ— King Away away no time shal be omitted That will be time and may