King. Ah me! Enter the King, with a paper. Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven !-Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap:In faith, secrets! King. [Reads.] 'So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Through the transparent bosom of the deep, So ridest thou triumphing in my woe; Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through thy grief will shew: No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.'— How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; [Steps aside. What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear. Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn. [Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure,18 wearing papers. King. In love, I hope; sweet fellowship in shame! [Aside. [Aside. [Aside. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so? Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by two that I know: Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Biron. [Aside.] O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose: Disfigure not his slop. Long. This same shall go. [Reads.] 'Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, If broken then, it is no fault of mine; Biron. [Aside.] This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity; A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. Long. By whom shall I send this ?-Company! stay. [Stepping aside. Biron. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play : Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. my wish! Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. Dumain transform'd: four woodcocks in a dish! Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. O most profane coxcomb! Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! [Aside. [Aside. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber quoted. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she [Aside. [Aside. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Dum. [Reads.] 'On a day-alack the day!— Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, That I am forsworn for thee: Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.' This will I send, and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; For none offend, where all alike do dote. Long. [Advancing.] Dumain, thy love is far from 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. [Advancing.] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much : You would for paradise break faith and troth; [To LONGAVILLE. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [TO DUMAIN. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear [Descends from the tree. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: You found his mote; the king your mote did see; But I a beam do find in each of three. O, what a scene of foolery I have seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen ! 20 0 me, with what strict patience have I sat, To see a king transformed to a gnat! To see great Hercules whipping a gig, |