Love’s Labour’s Lost
Act V, Scene 2
The King of Navarre’s park.
- Enter the Ladies: the Princess, Maria, Katherine, and
Princess1 - 4
- Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
- If fairings come thus plentifully in.
- A lady wall’d about with diamonds!
- Look you what I have from the loving King.
- Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Princess6 - 9
- Nothing but this? Yes, as much love in rhyme
- As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper,
- Writ a’ both sides the leaf, margent and all,
- That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.
Rosaline10 - 11
- That was the way to make his godhead wax,
- For he hath been five thousand year a boy.
- Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
- You’ll ne’er be friends with him, ’a kill’d your sister.
Katherine14 - 18
- He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy,
- And so she died. Had she been light, like you,
- Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
- She might ’a’ been a grandam ere she died.
- And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
- What’s your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?
- A light condition in a beauty dark.
- We need more light to find your meaning out.
Katherine22 - 23
- You’ll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
- Therefore I’ll darkly end the argument.
- Look what you do, you do it still i’ th’ dark.
- So do not you, for you are a light wench.
- Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.
- You weigh me not? O, that’s you care not for me.
- Great reason: for past care is still past cure.
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- Well bandied both, a set of wit well played.
- But, Rosaline, you have a favor too?
- Who sent it? And what is it?
Rosaline32 - 39
- I would you knew.
- And if my face were but as fair as yours,
- My favor were as great: be witness this.
- Nay, I have verses too, I thank Berowne;
- The numbers true, and, were the numb’ring too,
- I were the fairest goddess on the ground.
- I am compar’d to twenty thousand fairs.
- O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
- Any thing like?
- Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
- Beauteous as ink—a good conclusion.
- Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
Rosaline44 - 46
- Ware pencils ho! Let me not die your debtor,
- My red dominical, my golden letter:
- O that your face were not so full of o’s!
Princess47 - 48
- A pox of that jest! And I beshrew all shrews.
- But, Katherine, what was sent to you from fair Dumaine?
- Madam, this glove.
- Did he not send you twain?
Katherine51 - 54
- Yes, madam, and moreover
- Some thousand verses of a faithful lover.
- A huge translation of hypocrisy,
- Vildly compiled, profound simplicity.
Maria55 - 56
- This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville.
- The letter is too long by half a mile.
Princess57 - 58
- I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
- The chain were longer and the letter short?
- Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
- We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
Rosaline61 - 70
- They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
- That same Berowne I’ll torture ere I go.
- O that I knew he were but in by th’ week!
- How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
- And wait the season, and observe the times,
- And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,
- And shape his service wholly to my device,
- And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
- So pair-taunt-like would I o’ersway his state
- That he should be my fool and I his fate.
Princess71 - 74
- None are so surely caught, when they are catch’d,
- As wit turn’d fool; folly, in wisdom hatch’d,
- Hath wisdom’s warrant and the help of school,
- And wit’s own grace to grace a learned fool.
Rosaline75 - 76
- The blood of youth burns not with such excess
- As gravity’s revolt to wantonness.
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- Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
- As fool’ry in the wise, when wit doth dote,
- Since all the power thereof it doth apply
- To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
- Enter Boyet.
- Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
- O, I am stabb’d with laughter! Where’s her Grace?
- Thy news, Boyet?
Boyet84 - 89
- Prepare, madam, prepare!
- Arm, wenches, arm! Encounters mounted are
- Against your peace. Love doth approach disguis’d,
- Armed in arguments—You’ll be surpris’d.
- Muster your wits, stand in your own defense,
- Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Princess90 - 91
- Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
- That charge their breath against us? Say, scout, say.
Boyet92 - 121
- Under the cool shade of a sycamore
- I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
- When lo, to interrupt my purpos’d rest,
- Toward that shade I might behold address’d
- The King and his companions. Warily
- I stole into a neighbor thicket by,
- And overheard what you shall overhear:
- That by and by disguis’d they will be here.
- Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
- That well by heart hath conn’d his embassage.
- Action and accent did they teach him there:
- “Thus must thou speak,” and “thus thy body bear”;
- And ever and anon they made a doubt
- Presence majestical would put him out;
- “For,” quoth the King, “an angel shalt thou see;
- Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.”
- The boy replied, “An angel is not evil;
- I should have fear’d her had she been a devil.”
- With that all laugh’d, and clapp’d him on the shoulder,
- Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
- One rubb’d his elbow thus, and fleer’d, and swore
- A better speech was never spoke before.
- Another, with his finger and his thumb,
- Cried, “Via! We will do’t, come what will come.”
- The third he caper’d, and cried, “All goes well.”
- The fourth turn’d on the toe, and down he fell.
- With that they all did tumble on the ground,
- With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
- That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
- To check their folly, passion’s solemn tears.
- But what, but what, come they to visit us?
Boyet123 - 128
- They do, they do; and are apparell’d thus,
- Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess.
- Their purpose is to parley, to court, and dance,
- And every one his love-feat will advance
- Unto his several mistress, which they’ll know
- By favors several which they did bestow.
Princess129 - 138
- And will they so? The gallants shall be task’d:
- For, ladies, we will every one be mask’d,
- And not a man of them shall have the grace,
- Despite of suit, to see a lady’s face.
- Hold, Rosaline, this favor thou shalt wear,
- And then the King will court thee for his dear.
- Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
- So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline.
- And change you favors too, so shall your loves
- Woo contrary, deceiv’d by these removes.
- Come on then, wear the favors most in sight.
- But in this changing, what is your intent?
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- The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
- They do it but in mockery merriment,
- And mock for mock is only my intent.
- Their several counsels they unbosom shall
- To loves mistook, and so be mock’d withal
- Upon the next occasion that we meet,
- With visages display’d, to talk and greet.
- But shall we dance, if they desire us to’t?
Princess149 - 151
- No, to the death we will not move a foot,
- Nor to their penn’d speech render we no grace,
- But while ’tis spoke each turn away her face.
Boyet152 - 153
- Why, that contempt will kill the speaker’s heart,
- And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Princess154 - 159
- Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt
- The rest will ne’er come in, if he be out.
- There’s no such sport as sport by sport o’erthrown,
- To make theirs ours and ours none but our own;
- So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
- And they, well mock’d, depart away with shame.
- Sound trumpet within.
- The trumpet sounds, be mask’d; the maskers come.
- The Ladies mask.
- Enter Blackamoors with music, the Boy Moth with a speech,
- the King and the rest of the Lords disguised as Russians.
- “All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!”—
- Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.
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- “A holy parcel of the fairest dames
- The Ladies turn their backs to him.
- That ever turn’d their—backs—to mortal views!”
- Their “eyes,” villain, their “eyes.”
Moth166 - 167
- “That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal views!
- True, out indeed.
Moth169 - 170
- “Out of your favors, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
- Not to behold”—
- “Once to behold,” rogue.
Moth172 - 173
- “Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
- —with your sun-beamed eyes”—
Boyet174 - 175
- They will not answer to that epithet;
- You were best call it “daughter-beamed eyes.”
- They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
- Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue!
- Exit Moth.
Rosaline178 - 181
- What would these strangers? Know their minds, Boyet.
- If they do speak our language, ’tis our will
- That some plain man recount their purposes.
- Know what they would.
- What would you with the Princess?
- Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
- What would they, say they?
- Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
- Why, that they have, and bid them so be gone.
- She says, you have it, and you may be gone.
King188 - 189
- Say to her we have measur’d many miles,
- To tread a measure with her on this grass.
Boyet190 - 191
- They say that they have measur’d many a mile
- To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Rosaline192 - 194
- It is not so. Ask them how many inches
- Is in one mile: if they have measured many,
- The measure then of one is eas’ly told.
Boyet195 - 197
- If to come hither you have measur’d miles,
- And many miles, the Princess bids you tell
- How many inches doth fill up one mile.
- Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
- She hears herself.
Rosaline200 - 202
- How many weary steps
- Of many weary miles you have o’ergone
- Are numb’red in the travel of one mile?
Berowne203 - 207
- We number nothing that we spend for you;
- Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
- That we may do it still without accompt.
- Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
- That we (like savages) may worship it.
- My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
King209 - 211
- Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
- Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine
- (Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyne.
Rosaline212 - 213
- O vain petitioner! Beg a greater matter,
- Thou now requests but moonshine in the water.
King214 - 215
- Then in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.
- Thou bid’st me beg; this begging is not strange.
Rosaline216 - 217
- Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
- Music plays.
- Not yet; no dance: thus change I like the moon.
- Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
- You took the moon at full, but now she’s changed.
King220 - 221
- Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
- The music plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.
- Our ears vouchsafe it.
- But your legs should do it.
Rosaline224 - 225
- Since you are strangers, and come here by chance,
- We’ll not be nice; take hands. We will not dance.
- Why take we hands then?
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- Only to part friends.
- Curtsy, sweet hearts—and so the measure ends.
- More measure of this measure; be not nice.
- We can afford no more at such a price.
- Price you yourselves; what buys your company?
- Your absence only.
- That can never be.
Rosaline234 - 235
- Then cannot we be bought; and so, adieu—
- Twice to your visor, and half once to you.
- If you deny to dance, let’s hold more chat.
- In private then.
- I am best pleas’d with that.
- They converse apart.
- White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
- Honey, and milk, and sugar: there is three.
Berowne241 - 243
- Nay then two treys, and if you grow so nice,
- Metheglin, wort, and malmsey; well run, dice!
- There’s half a dozen sweets.
Princess244 - 245
- Seventh sweet, adieu.
- Since you can cog, I’ll play no more with you.
- One word in secret.
- Let it not be sweet.
- Thou grievest my gall.
- Gall! Bitter.
- Therefore meet.
- They converse apart.
- Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
- Name it.
- Fair lady—
Maria254 - 255
- Say you so? Fair lord—
- Take that for your fair lady.
Dumaine256 - 257
- Please it you,
- As much in private, and I’ll bid adieu.
- They converse apart.
- What, was your vizard made without a tongue?
- I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
- O for your reason! Quickly, sir, I long!
Longaville261 - 262
- You have a double tongue within your mask,
- And would afford my speechless vizard half.
- “Veal,” quoth the Dutchman. Is not veal a calf?
- A calf, fair lady!
- No, a fair lord calf.
- Let’s part the word.
Katherine267 - 268
- No, I’ll not be your half.
- Take all and wean it, it may prove an ox.
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- Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!
- Will you give horns, chaste lady? Do not so.
- Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
- One word in private with you ere I die.
- Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry.
- They converse apart.
Boyet274 - 279
- The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
- As is the razor’s edge invisible,
- Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;
- Above the sense of sense, so sensible
- Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings
- Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
- Not one word more, my maids, break off, break off.
- By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!
- Farewell, mad wenches, you have simple wits.
- Exeunt King, Lords, and Blackamoors.
Princess283 - 284
- Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
- Are these the breed of wits so wondered at?
- Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff’d out.
- Well-liking wits they have—gross gross, fat fat.
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- O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
- Will they not (think you) hang themselves tonight?
- Or ever but in vizards show their faces?
- This pert Berowne was out of count’nance quite.
Rosaline291 - 292
- They were all in lamentable cases!
- The King was weeping-ripe for a good word.
- Berowne did swear himself out of all suit.
Maria294 - 295
- Dumaine was at my service, and his sword:
- “No point,” quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
Katherine296 - 297
- Lord Longaville said I came o’er his heart,
- And trow you what he call’d me?
- Qualm, perhaps.
- Yes, in good faith.
- Go, sickness as thou art!
Rosaline301 - 302
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- But will you hear? The King is my love sworn.
- And quick Berowne hath plighted faith to me.
- And Longaville was for my service born.
- Dumaine is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
Boyet306 - 309
- Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
- Immediately they will again be here
- In their own shapes; for it can never be
- They will digest this harsh indignity.
- Will they return?
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- They will, they will, God knows,
- And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
- Therefore change favors, and when they repair,
- Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
- How blow? How blow? Speak to be understood.
Boyet316 - 318
- Fair ladies mask’d are roses in their bud;
- Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown,
- Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
Princess319 - 320
- Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
- If they return in their own shapes to woo?
Rosaline321 - 328
- Good madam, if by me you’ll be advis’d,
- Let’s mock them still, as well known as disguis’d.
- Let us complain to them what fools were here,
- Disguis’d like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
- And wonder what they were, and to what end
- Their shallow shows and prologue vildly penn’d,
- And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
- Should be presented at our tent to us.
- Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand.
- Whip to our tents, as roes run o’er land.
- Exeunt Princess and Ladies.
- Enter the King and the rest of the Lords in their proper
- Fair sir, God save you! Where’s the Princess?
Boyet332 - 333
- Gone to her tent. Please it your Majesty
- Command me any service to her thither?
- That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
- I will, and so will she, I know, my lord.
Berowne336 - 355
- This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,
- And utters it again when God doth please.
- He is wit’s pedlar, and retails his wares
- At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs:
- And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
- Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
- This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
- Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve.
- ’A can carve too, and lisp; why, this is he
- That kiss’d his hand away in courtesy;
- This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
- That when he plays at tables chides the dice
- In honorable terms; nay, he can sing
- A mean most meanly, and in ushering
- Mend him who can. The ladies call him sweet;
- The stairs as he treads on them kiss his feet.
- This is the flow’r that smiles on every one,
- To show his teeth as white as whale’s bone;
- And consciences that will not die in debt
- Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
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- A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart,
- That put Armado’s page out of his part!
- Enter the Princess, ushered by Boyet, and her Ladies.
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- See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou
- Till this madman show’d thee? And what art thou now?
- All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!
- “Fair” in “all hail” is foul, as I conceive.
- Conster my speeches better, if you may.
- Then wish me better, I will give you leave.
King364 - 365
- We came to visit you, and purpose now
- To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.
Princess366 - 367
- This field shall hold me, and so hold your vow:
- Nor God, nor I, delights in perjur’d men.
King368 - 369
- Rebuke me not for that which you provoke:
- The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
Princess370 - 377
- You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke,
- For virtue’s office never breaks men’s troth.
- Now by my maiden honor, yet as pure
- As the unsallied lily, I protest,
- A world of torments though I should endure,
- I would not yield to be your house’s guest:
- So much I hate a breaking cause to be
- Of heavenly oaths, vow’d with integrity.
King378 - 379
- O, you have liv’d in desolation here,
- Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Princess380 - 382
- Not so, my lord, it is not so, I swear;
- We have had pastimes here and pleasant game,
- A mess of Russians left us but of late.
- How, madam? Russians?
Princess384 - 385
- Ay, in truth, my lord;
- Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Rosaline386 - 394
- Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord.
- My lady (to the manner of the days)
- In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
- We four indeed confronted were with four
- In Russian habit; here they stay’d an hour,
- And talk’d apace; and in that hour, my lord,
- They did not bless us with one happy word.
- I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
- When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
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- This jest is dry to me. Gentle sweet,
- Your wits makes wise things foolish. When we greet,
- With eyes best seeing, heaven’s fiery eye,
- By light we lose light; your capacity
- Is of that nature that to your huge store
- Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
- This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye—
- I am a fool, and full of poverty.
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- But that you take what doth to you belong,
- It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
- O, I am yours, and all that I possess!
- All the fool mine?
- I cannot give you less.
- Which of the vizards was it that you wore?
- Where? When? What vizard? Why demand you this?
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- There then, that vizard, that superfluous case,
- That hid the worse, and show’d the better face.
- We were descried, they’ll mock us now downright.
- Let us confess and turn it to a jest.
- Amaz’d, my lord? Why looks your Highness sad?
Rosaline415 - 416
- Help, hold his brows, he’ll sound! Why look you pale?
- Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Berowne417 - 438
- Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
- Can any face of brass hold longer out?
- Here stand I, lady, dart thy skill at me,
- Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout,
- Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance,
- Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit;
- And I will wish thee never more to dance,
- Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
- O, never will I trust to speeches penn’d,
- Nor to the motion of a schoolboy’s tongue,
- Nor never come in vizard to my friend,
- Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper’s song!
- Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
- Three-pil’d hyperboles, spruce affection,
- Figures pedantical—these summer flies
- Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
- I do forswear them, and I here protest,
- By this white glove (how white the hand, God knows!),
- Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express’d
- In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.
- And to begin, wench, so God help me law!
- My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
- Sans “sans,” I pray you.
Berowne440 - 447
- Yet I have a trick
- Of the old rage. Bear with me, I am sick;
- I’ll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see—
- Write “Lord have mercy on us” on those three:
- They are infected, in their hearts it lies;
- They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.
- These lords are visited; you are not free,
- For the Lord’s tokens on you do I see.
- No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
- Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Rosaline450 - 451
- It is not so, for how can this be true,
- That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
- Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
- Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
- Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end.
King455 - 456
- Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
- Some fair excuse.
Princess457 - 458
- The fairest is confession.
- Were not you here but even now, disguis’d?
- Madam, I was.
- And were you well advis’d?
- I was, fair madam.
Princess462 - 463
- When you then were here,
- What did you whisper in your lady’s ear?
- That more than all the world I did respect her.
- When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
- Upon mine honor, no.
Princess467 - 468
- Peace, peace, forbear:
- Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
- Despise me when I break this oath of mine.
Princess470 - 471
- I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
- What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Rosaline472 - 475
- Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
- As precious eyesight, and did value me
- Above this world; adding thereto, moreover,
- That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
Princess476 - 477
- God give thee joy of him! The noble lord
- Most honorably doth uphold his word.
King478 - 479
- What mean you, madam? By my life, my troth,
- I never swore this lady such an oath.
Rosaline480 - 481
- By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,
- You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.
King482 - 483
- My faith and this the Princess I did give;
- I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Princess484 - 486
- Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear,
- And Lord Berowne (I thank him) is my dear.
- What? Will you have me, or your pearl again?
Berowne487 - 510
- Neither of either; I remit both twain.
- I see the trick an’t; here was a consent,
- Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
- To dash it like a Christmas comedy.
- Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
- Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,
- That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick
- To make my lady laugh when she’s dispos’d,
- Told our intents before; which once disclos’d,
- The ladies did change favors; and then we,
- Following the signs, woo’d but the sign of she.
- Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
- We are again forsworn, in will and error.
- Much upon this ’tis;
- To Boyet.
- and might not you
- Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
- Do not you know my lady’s foot by th’ squier,
- And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
- And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
- Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
- You put our page out. Go, you are allow’d;
- Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
- You leer upon me, do you? There’s an eye
- Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet511 - 512
- Full merrily
- Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Berowne513 - 514
- Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace, I have done.
- Enter Clown Costard.
- Welcome, pure wit, thou part’st a fair fray.
Costard515 - 516
- O Lord, sir, they would know
- Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
- What, are there but three?
Costard518 - 519
- No, sir, but it is vara fine,
- For every one pursents three.
- And three times thrice is nine.
Costard521 - 524
- Not so, sir, under correction, sir, I hope it is not so.
- You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir, we know what
- we know.
- I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir—
- Is not nine.
- Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.
- By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Costard528 - 529
- O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by
- reck’ning, sir.
- How much is it?
Costard531 - 534
- O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will
- show whereuntil it doth amount. For mine own part, I am, as
- they say, but to parfect one man in one poor man, Pompion
- the Great, sir.
- Art thou one of the Worthies?
Costard536 - 538
- It pleas’d them to think me worthy of Pompey the Great; for
- mine own part, I know not the degree of the Worthy, but I am
- to stand for him.
- Go bid them prepare.
- We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take some care.
- Berowne, they will shame us; let them not approach.
Berowne542 - 543
- We are shame-proof, my lord; and ’tis some policy
- To have one show worse than the King’s and his company.
- I say they shall not come.
Princess545 - 550
- Nay, my good lord, let me o’errule you now.
- That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
- Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
- Dies in the zeal of that which it presents.
- Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
- When great things laboring perish in their birth.
- A right description of our sport, my lord.
- Enter Braggart Armado.
Armado552 - 553
- Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet
- breath as will utter a brace of words.
- Converses apart with the King, and delivers him a paper.
- Doth this man serve God?
- Why ask you?
- ’A speaks not like a man of God his making.
Armado557 - 561
- That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for I
- protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical, too too
- vain, too too vain: but we will put it (as they say) to
- fortuna de la guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most
- royal couplement.
King562 - 567
- Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies: he presents
- Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great; the parish
- curate, Alexander; Armado’s page, Hercules; the pedant,
- Judas Machabeus;
- And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive,
- These four will change habits, and present the other five.
- There is five in the first show.
- You are deceived, ’tis not so.
Berowne570 - 572
- The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy:
- Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again
- Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
- The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
- Enter Costard for Pompey.
- “I Pompey am”—
- You lie, you are not he.
- “I Pompey am”—
- With libbard’s head on knee.
- Well said, old mocker. I must needs be friends with thee.
- “I Pompey am, Pompey surnam’d the Big”—
- “The Great.”
Costard581 - 586
- It is “Great,” sir.
- “Pompey surnam’d the Great,
- That oft in field with targe and shield did make my foe to sweat,
- And traveling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
- And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France.”
- If your ladyship would say, “Thanks, Pompey,” I had done.
- Great thanks, great Pompey.
Costard588 - 589
- ’Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect. I made a
- little fault in “Great.”
- My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.
- Enter Curate Sir Nathaniel for Alexander.
Sir Nathaniel591 - 593
- “When in the world I liv’d, I was the world’s commander;
- By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might.
- My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander”—
- Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right.
- Your nose smells “no” in this, most tender-smelling knight.
- The conqueror is dismay’d. Proceed, good Alexander.
- “When in the world I liv’d, I was the world’s commander”—
- Most true, ’tis right; you were so, Alisander.
- Pompey the Great—
- Your servant, and Costard.
- Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.
Costard602 - 612
- To Nathaniel.
- O sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will
- be scrap’d out of the painted cloth for this. Your lion,
- that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be
- given to Ajax; he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and
- afeard to speak! Run away for shame, Alisander.
- Nathaniel retires.
- There an’t shall please you, a foolish mild man, an honest
- man, look you, and soon dash’d. He is a marvelous good
- neighbor, faith, and a very good bowler; but for
- Alisander—alas, you see how ’tis—a little o’erparted. But
- there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some
- other sort.
- Stand aside, good Pompey.
- Enter Pedant Holofernes for Judas, and the Boy Moth for
Holofernes614 - 621
- “Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
- Whose club kill’d Cerberus, that three-headed canus;
- And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
- Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.
- Quoniam he seemeth in minority,
- Ergo I come with this apology.”
- Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
- Moth retires.
- “Judas I am”—
- A Judas!
Holofernes623 - 624
- Not Iscariot, sir.
- “Judas I am, ycliped Machabeus.”
- Judas Machabeus clipt is plain Judas.
- A kissing traitor. How art thou prov’d Judas?
- “Judas I am”—
- The more shame for you, Judas.
- What mean you, sir?
- To make Judas hang himself.
- Begin, sir, you are my elder.
- Well follow’d: Judas was hang’d on an elder.
- I will not be put out of countenance.
- Because thou hast no face.
- What is this?
- A cittern-head.
- The head of a bodkin.
- A death’s face in a ring.
- The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
- The pommel of Caesar’s falchion.
- The carv’d-bone face on a flask.
- Saint George’s half-cheek in a brooch.
- Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
Berowne644 - 645
- Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now forward,
- for we have put thee in countenance.
- You have put me out of countenance.
- False, we have given thee faces.
- But you have out-fac’d them all.
- And thou wert a lion, we would do so.
Boyet650 - 651
- Therefore as he is, an ass, let him go. And so adieu, sweet
- Jude! Nay, why dost thou stay?
- For the latter end of his name.
- For the ass to the Jude; give it him. Jud-as, away!
- This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
- A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark, he may stumble.
- Holofernes retires.
- Alas, poor Machabeus, how hath he been baited!
- Enter Braggart Armado for Hector.
- Hide thy head, Achilles, here comes Hector in arms.
- Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
- Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.
- But is this Hector?
- I think Hector was not so clean-timber’d.
- His leg is too big for Hector’s.
- More calf, certain.
- No, he is best indu’d in the small.
- This cannot be Hector.
- He’s a god or a painter, for he makes faces.
Armado667 - 668
- “The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
- Gave Hector a gift”—
- A gilt nutmeg.
- A lemon.
- Stuck with cloves.
- No, cloven.
Armado673 - 678
- “The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
- Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
- A man so breathed, that certain he would fight, yea,
- From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
- I am that flower”—
- That mint.
- That columbine.
- Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
- I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
- Ay, and Hector’s a greyhound.
Armado684 - 687
- The sweet war-man is dead and rotten, sweet chucks, beat not
- the bones of the buried. When he breathed, he was a man. But
- I will forward with my device.
- To the Princess.
- Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
- Berowne steps forth to whisper to Costard and then returns
- to his place.
- Speak, brave Hector, we are much delighted.
- I do adore thy sweet Grace’s slipper.
- Loves her by the foot.
- He may not by the yard.
Armado692 - 693
- “This Hector far surmounted Hannibal.
- The party is gone”—
- Fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way.
- What meanest thou?
Costard696 - 698
- Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor wench is
- cast away. She’s quick, the child brags in her belly
- already. ’Tis yours.
- Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? Thou shalt die.
Costard700 - 701
- Then shall Hector be whipt for Jaquenetta that is quick by
- him, and hang’d for Pompey that is dead by him.
- Most rare Pompey!
- Renowned Pompey!
Berowne704 - 705
- Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the
- Hector trembles.
Berowne707 - 708
- Pompey is mov’d. More Ates, more Ates! Stir them on, stir
- them on!
- Hector will challenge him.
Berowne710 - 711
- Ay, if ’a have no more man’s blood in his belly than will
- sup a flea.
- By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Costard713 - 715
- I will not fight with a pole like a Northren man; I’ll
- slash, I’ll do it by the sword. I bepray you let me borrow
- my arms again.
- Room for the incens’d Worthies!
- I’ll do it in my shirt.
- Most resolute Pompey!
Moth719 - 721
- Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see
- Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will
- lose your reputation.
Armado722 - 723
- Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me, I will not combat in my
- You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge.
- Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
- What reason have you for’t?
Armado727 - 728
- The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for
Boyet729 - 731
- True, and it was enjoin’d 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 favor.
- Enter a Messenger, MonsieurMarcade.
- God save you, madam!
Princess733 - 734
- Welcome, Marcade,
- But that thou interruptest our merriment.
Marcade735 - 736
- I am sorry, madam, for the news I bring
- Is heavy in my tongue. The King your father—
- Dead, for my life!
- Even so: my tale is told.
- Worthies, away! The scene begins to cloud.
Armado740 - 742
- 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.
- How fares your Majesty?
- Boyet, prepare, I will away tonight.
- Madam, not so, I do beseech you stay.
Princess746 - 756
- 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 overboldly we have borne ourselves
- In the converse of breath—your gentleness
- Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord!
- A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue.
- Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
- For my great suit so easily obtain’d.
King757 - 768
- 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 purpos’d; since to wail friends lost
- Is not by much so wholesome-profitable
- As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
- I understand you not, my griefs are double.
Berowne770 - 793
- 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 deformed us, fashioning our humors
- 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 straying 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 misbecom’d our oaths and gravities,
- Those heavenly eyes, that look into these