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<title>Act IV</title>
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<section id="act-4" epub:type="chapter z3998:scene">
<h2>
<span epub:type="label">Act</span>
<span epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</span>
</h2>
<section id="scene-4-1" epub:type="chapter z3998:scene">
<h3>
<span epub:type="label">Scene</span>
<span epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</span>
</h3>
<p>The same.</p>
<table>
<tbody>
<tr>
<td/>
<td>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter the <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</b>, and her train, a <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Forester</b>, <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</b>, <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</b>, <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</b>, and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Katharine</b>.</i>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard</span>
<br/>
<span>Against the steep uprising of the hill?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I know not; but I think it was not he.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Whoe’er a’ was, a’ show’d a mounting mind.</span>
<br/>
<span>Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:</span>
<br/>
<span>On Saturday we will return to France.</span>
<br/>
<span>Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush</span>
<br/>
<span>That we must stand and play the murderer in?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Forester</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;</span>
<br/>
<span>A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,</span>
<br/>
<span>And thereupon thou speak’st the fairest shoot.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Forester</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>What, what? first praise me and again say no?</span>
<br/>
<span>O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Forester</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Yes, madam, fair.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Nay, never paint me now:</span>
<br/>
<span>Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.</span>
<br/>
<span>Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:</span>
<br/>
<span>Fair payment for foul words is more than due.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Forester</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!</span>
<br/>
<span>O heresy in fair, fit for these days!</span>
<br/>
<span>A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.</span>
<br/>
<span>But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,</span>
<br/>
<span>And shooting well is then accounted ill.</span>
<br/>
<span>Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:</span>
<br/>
<span>Not wounding, pity would not let me do’t;</span>
<br/>
<span>If wounding, then it was to show my skill,</span>
<br/>
<span>That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.</span>
<br/>
<span>And out of question so it is sometimes,</span>
<br/>
<span>Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,</span>
<br/>
<span>When, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,</span>
<br/>
<span>We bend to that the working of the heart;</span>
<br/>
<span>As I for praise alone now seek to spill</span>
<br/>
<span>The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty</span>
<br/>
<span>Only for praise sake, when they strive to be</span>
<br/>
<span>Lords o’er their lords?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Only for praise: and praise we may afford</span>
<br/>
<span>To any lady that subdues a lord.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Here comes a member of the commonwealth.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td/>
<td>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</b>.</i>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td>Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>Which is the greatest lady, the highest?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td>The thickest and the tallest.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth.</span>
<br/>
<span>An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,</span>
<br/>
<span>One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be fit.</span>
<br/>
<span>Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>What’s your will, sir? what’s your will?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>O, thy letter, thy letter! he’s a good friend of mine:</span>
<br/>
<span>Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;</span>
<br/>
<span>Break up this capon.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I am bound to serve.</span>
<br/>
<span>This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;</span>
<br/>
<span>It is writ to Jaquenetta.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>We will read it, I swear.</span>
<br/>
<span>Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td>
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:letter">
<p><i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Reads.</i> “By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, <i xml:lang="la">Veni, vidi, vici</i>; which to annothanize in the vulgar—O base and obscure vulgar!—videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw two; overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he come? to see: why did he see? to overcome: to whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king’s. The captive is enriched: on whose side? the beggar’s. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose side? the king’s: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I enforce thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; for tittles? titles; for thyself? me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,</p>
<footer>
<p epub:type="z3998:sender z3998:signature">Don Adriano de Armado.”</p>
</footer>
</blockquote>
<div epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">’Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.</span>
<br/>
<span>Submissive fall his princely feet before,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And he from forage will incline to play:</span>
<br/>
<span>But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?</span>
<br/>
<span>Food for his rage, repasture for his den.</span>
</p>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?</span>
<br/>
<span>What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I am much deceived but I remember the style.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Else your memory is bad, going o’er it erewhile.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;</span>
<br/>
<span>A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport</span>
<br/>
<span>To the prince and his bookmates.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Thou fellow, a word:</span>
<br/>
<span>Who gave thee this letter?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>I told you; my lord.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td>To whom shouldst thou give it?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>From my lord to my lady.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td>From which lord to which lady?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,</span>
<br/>
<span>To a lady of France that he call’d Rosaline.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.</span>
<br/>
<span><i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">To <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</b>.</i> Here, sweet, put up this: ’twill be thine another day. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exeunt <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Princess</b> and train.</i></span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Who is the suitor? who is the suitor?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Shall I teach you to know?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Ay, my continent of beauty.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Why, she that bears the bow.</span>
<br/>
<span>Finely put off!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,</span>
<br/>
<span>Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.</span>
<br/>
<span>Finely put on!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Well, then, I am the shooter.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>And who is your deer?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.</span>
<br/>
<span>Finely put on, indeed!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td>Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td>So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou canst not hit it, my good man.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>An I cannot, cannot, cannot,</span>
<br/>
<span>An I cannot, another can. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exeunt <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Rosaline</b> and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Katharine</b>.</i></span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!</span>
<br/>
<span>Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it may be.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Wide o’ the bow hand! i’ faith, your hand is out.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Indeed, a’ must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the clout.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exeunt <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Boyet</b> and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Maria</b>.</i></span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown!</span>
<br/>
<span>Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down!</span>
<br/>
<span>O’ my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit!</span>
<br/>
<span>When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.</span>
<br/>
<span>Armado o’ th’ one side—O, a most dainty man!</span>
<br/>
<span>To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan!</span>
<br/>
<span>To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a’ will swear!</span>
<br/>
<span>And his page o’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!</span>
<br/>
<span>Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!</span>
<br/>
<span>Sola, sola! <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Shout within.</i> <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exit <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</b>, running.</i></span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
</section>
<section id="scene-4-2" epub:type="chapter z3998:scene">
<h3>
<span epub:type="label">Scene</span>
<span epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</span>
</h3>
<p>The same.</p>
<table>
<tbody>
<tr>
<td/>
<td>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</b>, <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Sir Nathaniel</b>, and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</b>.</i>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Sir Nathaniel, <i xml:lang="la">haud credo</i>.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td>’Twas not a haud credo; ’twas a pricket.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather, unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td>I said the deer was not a haud credo; ’twas a pricket.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Twice-sod simplicity, <i xml:lang="la">bis coctus</i>!</span>
<br/>
<span>O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>
<div epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;</span>
</p>
</div>
<p class="continued">he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts:</p>
<div epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be,</span>
<br/>
<span>Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that do fructify in us more than he.</span>
<br/>
<span>For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,</span>
<br/>
<span>So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:</span>
<br/>
<span>But <i xml:lang="la">omne bene</i>, say I; being of an old father’s mind,</span>
<br/>
<span>Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.</span>
</p>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit</span>
<br/>
<span>What was a month old at Cain’s birth, that’s not five weeks old as yet?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>What is Dictynna?</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,</span>
<br/>
<span>And raught not to five weeks when he came to five-score.</span>
<br/>
<span>The allusion holds in the exchange.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>’Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td>And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the princess killed.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? And, to humour the ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed a pricket.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>
<p>I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility.</p>
<div epub:type="z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>The preyful princess pierced and prick’d a pretty pleasing pricket;</span>
<br/>
<span>Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting.</span>
<br/>
<span>The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps from thicket;</span>
<br/>
<span>Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.</span>
<br/>
<span>If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores one sorel.</span>
<br/>
<span>Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.</span>
</p>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>A rare talent!</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</td>
<td><i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Aside.</i> If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of <i xml:lang="la">pia mater</i>, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Sir, I praise the Lord for you: and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td><i xml:lang="la">Mehercle</i>, if their sons be ingenuous, they shall want no instruction; if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: but <i xml:lang="la">vir sapit qui pauca loquitur</i>; a soul feminine saluteth us.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td/>
<td>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</b> and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</b>.</i>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</td>
<td>God give you good morrow, master Parson.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if one should be pierced, which is the one?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: ’tis pretty; it is well.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</td>
<td>Good master Parson, be so good as read me this letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>
<p><i xml:lang="la">Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra Ruminat</i>—and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice;</p>
<div epub:type="z3998:verse" xml:lang="it">
<p>
<span class="i1">Venetia, Venetia,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Chi non ti vede non ti pretia.</span>
</p>
</div>
<p class="continued">Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or rather, as Horace says in his—What, my soul, verses?</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Ay, sir, and very learned.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse; <i xml:lang="la">lege, domine</i>.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>
<p>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Reads.</i>
</p>
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:poem">
<p>
<span>If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow’d!</span>
<br/>
<span>Though to myself forsworn, to thee I’ll faithful prove;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bow’d.</span>
<br/>
<span>Study his bias leaves and makes his book thine eyes,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend:</span>
<br/>
<span>If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend,</span>
<br/>
<span>All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire:</span>
<br/>
<span>Thy eye Jove’s lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Which not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.</span>
<br/>
<span>Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong,</span>
<br/>
<span>That sings heaven’s praise with such an earthly tongue.</span>
</p>
</blockquote>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But, <i xml:lang="it">damosella virgin</i>, was this directed to you?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</td>
<td>Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen’s lords.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>I will overglance the superscript: “To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline.” I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto: “Your ladyship’s in all desired employment, <span epub:type="z3998:signature">Biron</span>.” Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen’s, which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the king: it may concern much. Stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty: adieu.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</td>
<td>Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</td>
<td>Have with thee, my girl. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exeunt <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Costard</b> and <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Jaquenetta</b>.</i></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously; and, as a certain father saith—</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>Sir tell me not of the father; I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the verses: did they please you, Sir Nathaniel?</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>Marvellous well for the pen.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>I do dine to-day at the father’s of a certain pupil of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your <i xml:lang="it">ben venuto</i>; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention: I beseech your society.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Nathaniel</td>
<td>And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Holofernes</td>
<td>And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">To <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Dull</b>.</i> Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not say me nay: <i xml:lang="la">pauca verba</i>. Away! the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Exeunt.</i></td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
</section>
<section id="scene-4-3" epub:type="chapter z3998:scene">
<h3>
<span epub:type="label">Scene</span>
<span epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</span>
</h3>
<p>The same.</p>
<table>
<tbody>
<tr>
<td/>
<td>
<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter <b epub:type="z3998:persona">Biron</b>, with a paper.</i>
</td>
</tr>
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<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Biron</td>
<td>The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in a pitch—pitch that defiles: defile! a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: well proved again o’ my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i’ faith, I will not. O, but her eye—by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o’ my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan! <i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Stands aside.</i></td>
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<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Enter the <b epub:type="z3998:persona">King</b>, with a paper.</i>
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<td>Ay me!</td>
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<td epub:type="z3998:persona">Biron</td>
<td><i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Aside.</i> Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid: thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. In faith, secrets!</td>
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<i epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Reads.</i>
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<span>So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not</span>
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<span class="i1">To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,</span>
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<span>As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote</span>
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<span class="i1">The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:</span>
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<span>Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright</span>
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<span class="i1">Through the transparent bosom of the deep,</span>
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<span>As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;</span>
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<span class="i1">Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep:</span>
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<span>No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;</span>
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<span class="i1">So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.</span>