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SCENE I. Navarre. A Park with a Palace in it.

Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN.
King. LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live registered upon our brazen tombs,
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant, devouring time,
The endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honor, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.

Therefore, brave conquerors!-for so you are,
That war against your own affections,

And the huge army of the world's desires,-
Our late edict shall strongly stand in force.
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little Academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.
You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with me,
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes,
That are recorded in this schedule here.

Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names;
That his own hand may strike his honor down,
That violates the smallest branch herein.

If you are armed to do, as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.

Long. I am resolved. 'Tis but a three years' fast; The mind shall banquet. though the body pine.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified;
The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves.
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
That is, to live and study here three years.
But there are other strict observances;
As, not to see a woman in that term;
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there ;—
And one day in a week to touch no food,
And but one meal on every day beside;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there ;-
And then, to sleep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day;
(When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day;)
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there.
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep;
Not to see ladies-study-fast-not sleep.

King. Your oath is passed to pass away from


Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please. I only swore, to study with your grace,

And stay here in your court for three years' space.

Long. You swore to that, Birón, and to the rest. Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. What is the end of study? Let me know. King. Why, that to know, which else we should

not know.

Biron. Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense?

King. Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
Biron. Come on then; I will swear to study so,

To know the thing I am forbid to know.
As thus-To study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;

Or, study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,
Study to break it, and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus, and this be so,
Study knows that, which yet it doth not know.
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say, no.

King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight.

Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most


Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain.
As, painfully to pore upon a book,

To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile;
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
And give him light that it was blinded by.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks. Small have continual plodders ever won,

Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star,

Have no more profit of their shining nights,

Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name.3

King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!

1 Dishonestly, treacherously.

2 The sense of this declamation is only this, that a man by too close study may read himself blind.

3 That is, too much knowledge gives no real solution of doubts, but merely fame, or a name, a thing which every godfather can give.

Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the


Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a-breeding.

Dum. How follows that?


Dum. In reason nothing.

Fit in his place and time.

Something then in rhyme.

Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping1 frost, That bites the first-born infants of the spring.. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast,

Before the birds have any cause to sing?

Why should I joy in an abortive birth?

At Christmas I no more desire a rose,

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; *
But like of each thing that in season grows.

So you to study now it is too late

Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.

King. Well, sit you out. Go home, Birón, adieu ! Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you:

And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And bide the penance of each three years' day.
Give me the paper; let me read the same;
And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.

King. How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!

Biron. [Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.-Hath this been proclaimed? Long. Four days ago.

Biron. Let's see the penalty. [Reads.] On pain of losing her tongue.-Who devised this penalty? Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. Sweet lord, and why?

1 i. e. nipping.

2 By these shows the poet means May-games, at which a snow would be very unwelcome and unexpected. It is only a periphrasis for May.

Long. To fright them hence with that dread penalty.

Biron. A dangerous law against gentility.'

[Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.

This article, my liege, yourself must break.

For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,A maid of grace, and cómplete majesty,

About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father. Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
King. What say you, lords? Why, this was quite

Biron. So study evermore is overshot :
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunted most,
'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.

King. We must, of force, dispense with this decree; She must lie here on mere necessity.

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn

Three thousand times within this three years'


For every man with his affects is born;

Not by might mastered, but by special grace. If I break faith, this word shall speak for me,

I am forsworn on mere necessity.

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So to the laws at large I write my name. [Subscribes. And he that breaks them in the least degree,

Stands in attainder of eternal shame.

Suggestions are to others as to me;

But, I believe, although I seem so loath,

1 The word gentility here does not signify that rank of people called gentry; but what the French express by gentilesse, i. e. elegantia, urbanitas 2 That is, reside here. 3 Temptations.

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