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Dum. As upright as the cedar.
Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.
As fair as day. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
[Aside. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long
And I had mine!
[Aside. King. And I mine too, good Lord ! [ Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word?
[Ăsid Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then inci
sion Would let her out in saucers;' Sweet misprision!
[ Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have
writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.
[Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!)
Love, whose month is ever May,
every place where it occurs in these plays; and the meaning is, that amber itself is regarded as foul, when compared with her hair.
why, then incision Would let her out in saucers;] It was the fashion among the young gallants of that age, to stab themselves in the arms, or elsewhere, in order to drink their mistress's health, or write her name in their blood, as a proof of their passion.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Turning mortal for thy love.-
charity, That in love's grief desir'st society: You may
look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. King. Come, sir, [advancing.) you blush; as his
your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much: You do not love Maria; Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile; Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush, And mark'd you both, and for you both did
blush: I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your pas
your fashion ;
Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
[To Long. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
To DUMAIN. What will Birón say, when that he shall hear A faith infring’d, which such a zeal did swear? How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have hiin know so much by me.
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.-Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me:
[Descends from the tree. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to re
These worms for loving, that art most in love?
do make no coaches;o in your tears,
• Your eyes do make no coaches;] Alluding to a passage in the king's sonnet: “ No drop but as a coach doth carry
thee." teen!] i. e. grief. To see a king transformed to a gnat!) Biron is abusing the king for his sonneting like a minstrel,
and compares him to a gnat, which always sings as it flies.
To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,
King Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you:
King Soft; Whither away so fast?
Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go
Enter JAQUENETTA and CoSTARD.
What present hast thou there?
What makes treason here?
critick Timon-1 Critic and critical are used by our author in the same sense as cynic and cynical.
In pruning me?) A bird is said to prune himself when he picks and sleeks his feathers,
a gait, a state,] State, I believe, in the present instance, is opposed to gait (i, e. the motion) and signifies the act of standing.
Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away toge
ther. Jaq. I beseech your grace, let this letter be
read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said. King. Biron, read it over.
[Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it?
Jaq. Of Costard.
tear it? Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs
not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore
let's hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
[Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, [To Cos
TARD.] you were born to do me shame.Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess.
make up the mess: He, he, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you
more. Dum. Now the number is even. Biron.
True true; we are four:Will these turtles be gone? King
Hence, sirs; away. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
[Exeunt Cost. and JAQUENET.