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King. We came to visit you; and purpose now
To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke;
The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should
As the unsullied lily, I protest,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; A mess of Russians left us but of late.
King. How, madam? Russians?
Ay, in truth, my lord; Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Ros. 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 here 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.
8 My lady (to the manner of the days,)
In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.] To the manner of the days, means according to the manner of the times. Gives undeserving praise, means praise to what does not deserve it.
Biron. This jest is dry to me.-- Fair, gentle
sweet, Your wit 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. Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my
eye, Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. Ros. But that you take what doth to you be
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
I cannot give you less. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Biron. Where? when? what visor? why demand
Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous
case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. We are descried : they'll mock us now
downright. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz’d, my lord? Why looks your high
ness sad? Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why
look you pale ? Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for per
jury. 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 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 school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend;. Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's
song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles,' spruce affectation, 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:
Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.
Yet I have a trick
eyes: These lords are visited; you are not free, For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
my friend;] i. e. mistress. Three-pil'd hyperboles,] A metaphor from the pile of velvet. ? Write, Lord have mercy on us,] "This was the inscription put upon the door of the houses infected with the plague, to which Biron compares
the love of himself and his companions; and pursuing the metaphor finds the tokens likewise on the ladies. The tokens of the plague are the first spots or discolorations, by which the infection is known to be received. Johnson.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo
Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true, That
you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude
transgression Some fair excuse. Prin.
The fairest is confession.
King. Madam, I was.
And were you well advis'd ?
When you then were here, What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
King. That more than all the world I did respect
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will
reject her. King. Upon mine honour, no. Prin.
Peace, peace, forbear; Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.3
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it:-Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-sight; and did value me Above this world: adding thereto, moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my
you force not to forswear.) You force not is the same with you make no difficulty. This is a very just observation. The crime which has been once committed, is committed again with less reluctance. Johnson.
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my
troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.
Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.-
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 favours; 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 it is :- And might not you,
(To Boyet. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
a consent,] i. e, a conspiracy.