Scene
1
Enter
Holofernes
the
Pedant
,
Nathaniel
the
Curate
,
and
Dull
the
Constable
.
HOLOFERNES
Satis
quid
sufficit
.
NATHANIEL
I
praise
God
for
you
,
sir
.
Your
reasons
at
dinner
have
been
sharp
and
sententious
,
pleasant
without
scurrility
,
witty
without
affection
,
audacious
without
impudency
,
learned
without
opinion
,
and
strange
without
heresy
.
I
did
converse
this
quondam
day
with
a
companion
of
the
King’s
,
who
is
intituled
,
nominated
,
or
called
Don
Adriano
de
Armado
.
HOLOFERNES
Novi
hominem
tanquam
te
.
His
humor
is
lofty
,
his
discourse
peremptory
,
his
tongue
filed
,
his
eye
ambitious
,
his
gait
majestical
,
and
his
general
behavior
vain
,
ridiculous
,
and
thrasonical
.
He
is
too
picked
,
too
spruce
,
too
affected
,
too
odd
,
as
it
were
,
too
peregrinate
,
as
I
may
call
it
.
NATHANIEL
A
most
singular
and
choice
epithet
.
Draw
out
his
table
book
.
HOLOFERNES
He
draweth
out
the
thread
of
his
verbosity
finer
than
the
staple
of
his
argument
.
I
abhor
such
fanatical
phantasimes
,
such
insociable
and
point-devise
companions
,
such
rackers
of
orthography
,
as
to
speak
“
dout
,
”
fine
,
when
he
should
say
“
doubt
”
;
“
det
”
when
he
should
pronounce
“
debt
”
—
d
,
e
,
b
,
t
,
not
d
,
e
,
t
.
He
clepeth
a
calf
“
cauf
,
”
half
“
hauf
,
”
neighbor
vocatur
“
nebor
”
;
neigh
abbreviated
ne
.
This
is
abhominable
—
which
he
would
call
“
abominable
.
”
It
insinuateth
me
of
insanie
.
Ne
intelligis
,
domine
?
To
make
frantic
,
lunatic
.
NATHANIEL
Laus
Deo
,
bone
intelligo
.
HOLOFERNES
Bone
?
Bone
for
bene
?
Priscian
a
little
scratched
;
’twill
serve
.
Enter
Armado
the
Braggart
,
Boy
,
and
Costard
.
NATHANIEL
Videsne
quis
venit
?
HOLOFERNES
Video
,
et
gaudeo
.
ARMADO
Chirrah
.
HOLOFERNES
Quare
“
chirrah
,
”
not
“
sirrah
”
?
ARMADO
Men
of
peace
,
well
encountered
.
HOLOFERNES
Most
military
sir
,
salutation
.
BOY
,
aside
to
Costard
They
have
been
at
a
great
feast
of
languages
and
stolen
the
scraps
.
COSTARD
,
aside
to
Boy
O
,
they
have
lived
long
on
the
almsbasket
of
words
.
I
marvel
thy
master
hath
not
eaten
thee
for
a
word
,
for
thou
art
not
so
long
by
the
head
as
honorificabilitudinitatibus
.
Thou
art
easier
swallowed
than
a
flapdragon
.
BOY
,
aside
to
Costard
Peace
,
the
peal
begins
.
ARMADO
,
to
Holofernes
Monsieur
,
are
you
not
lettered
?
BOY
Yes
,
yes
,
he
teaches
boys
the
hornbook
.
—
What
is
a
,
b
spelled
backward
,
with
the
horn
on
his
head
?
HOLOFERNES
Ba
,
pueritia
,
with
a
horn
added
.
BOY
Ba
,
most
silly
sheep
,
with
a
horn
.
—
You
hear
his
learning
.
HOLOFERNES
Quis
,
quis
,
thou
consonant
?
BOY
The
last
of
the
five
vowels
,
if
you
repeat
them
;
or
the
fifth
,
if
I
.
HOLOFERNES
I
will
repeat
them
:
a
,
e
,
i
—
BOY
The
sheep
.
The
other
two
concludes
it
:
o
,
u
.
ARMADO
Now
by
the
salt
wave
of
the
Mediterraneum
,
a
sweet
touch
,
a
quick
venue
of
wit
!
Snip
,
snap
,
quick
and
home
.
It
rejoiceth
my
intellect
.
True
wit
.
BOY
Offered
by
a
child
to
an
old
man
—
which
is
wit-old
.
HOLOFERNES
What
is
the
figure
?
What
is
the
figure
?
BOY
Horns
.
HOLOFERNES
Thou
disputes
like
an
infant
.
Go
whip
thy
gig
.
BOY
Lend
me
your
horn
to
make
one
,
and
I
will
whip
about
your
infamy
—
unum
cita
—
a
gig
of
a
cuckold’s
horn
.
COSTARD
An
I
had
but
one
penny
in
the
world
,
thou
shouldst
have
it
to
buy
gingerbread
!
Hold
,
there
is
the
very
remuneration
I
had
of
thy
master
,
thou
halfpenny
purse
of
wit
,
thou
pigeon
egg
of
discretion
.
He
gives
him
money
.
O
,
an
the
heavens
were
so
pleased
that
thou
wert
but
my
bastard
,
what
a
joyful
father
wouldest
thou
make
me
!
Go
to
,
thou
hast
it
ad
dunghill
,
at
the
fingers’
ends
,
as
they
say
.
HOLOFERNES
Oh
,
I
smell
false
Latin
!
Dunghill
for
unguem
.
ARMADO
Arts-man
,
preambulate
.
We
will
be
singuled
from
the
barbarous
.
Do
you
not
educate
youth
at
the
charge-house
on
the
top
of
the
mountain
?
HOLOFERNES
Or
mons
,
the
hill
.
ARMADO
At
your
sweet
pleasure
,
for
the
mountain
.
HOLOFERNES
I
do
,
sans
question
.
ARMADO
Sir
,
it
is
the
King’s
most
sweet
pleasure
and
affection
to
congratulate
the
Princess
at
her
pavilion
in
the
posteriors
of
this
day
,
which
the
rude
multitude
call
the
afternoon
.
HOLOFERNES
“
The
posterior
of
the
day
,
”
most
generous
sir
,
is
liable
,
congruent
,
and
measurable
for
“
the
afternoon
”
;
the
word
is
well
culled
,
chose
,
sweet
,
and
apt
,
I
do
assure
you
,
sir
,
I
do
assure
.
ARMADO
Sir
,
the
King
is
a
noble
gentleman
,
and
my
familiar
,
I
do
assure
you
,
very
good
friend
.
For
what
is
inward
between
us
,
let
it
pass
.
I
do
beseech
thee
,
remember
thy
courtesy
;
I
beseech
thee
apparel
thy
head
.
And
among
other
important
and
most
serious
designs
,
and
of
great
import
indeed
,
too
—
but
let
that
pass
;
for
I
must
tell
thee
,
it
will
please
his
Grace
,
by
the
world
,
sometimes
to
lean
upon
my
poor
shoulder
and
with
his
royal
finger
thus
dally
with
my
excrement
,
with
my
mustachio
—
but
,
sweetheart
,
let
that
pass
.
By
the
world
,
I
recount
no
fable
!
Some
certain
special
honors
it
pleaseth
his
Greatness
to
impart
to
Armado
,
a
soldier
,
a
man
of
travel
,
that
hath
seen
the
world
—
but
let
that
pass
.
The
very
all
of
all
is
—
but
sweetheart
,
I
do
implore
secrecy
—
that
the
King
would
have
me
present
the
Princess
,
sweet
chuck
,
with
some
delightful
ostentation
,
or
show
,
or
pageant
,
or
antic
,
or
firework
.
Now
,
understanding
that
the
curate
and
your
sweet
self
are
good
at
such
eruptions
and
sudden
breaking
out
of
mirth
,
as
it
were
,
I
have
acquainted
you
withal
to
the
end
to
crave
your
assistance
.
HOLOFERNES
Sir
,
you
shall
present
before
her
the
Nine
Worthies
.
—
Sir
Nathaniel
,
as
concerning
some
entertainment
of
time
,
some
show
in
the
posterior
of
this
day
,
to
be
rendered
by
our
assistance
,
the
King’s
command
,
and
this
most
gallant
,
illustrate
,
and
learned
gentleman
,
before
the
Princess
—
I
say
,
none
so
fit
as
to
present
the
Nine
Worthies
.
NATHANIEL
Where
will
you
find
men
worthy
enough
to
present
them
?
HOLOFERNES
Joshua
,
yourself
;
myself
;
and
this
gallant
gentleman
,
Judas
Maccabaeus
.
This
swain
,
because
of
his
great
limb
or
joint
,
shall
pass
Pompey
the
Great
;
the
page
,
Hercules
—
ARMADO
Pardon
,
sir
—
error
.
He
is
not
quantity
enough
for
that
Worthy’s
thumb
;
he
is
not
so
big
as
the
end
of
his
club
!
HOLOFERNES
Shall
I
have
audience
?
He
shall
present
Hercules
in
minority
.
His
enter
and
exit
shall
be
strangling
a
snake
;
and
I
will
have
an
apology
for
that
purpose
.
BOY
An
excellent
device
.
So
,
if
any
of
the
audience
hiss
,
you
may
cry
“
Well
done
,
Hercules
,
now
thou
crushest
the
snake
.
”
That
is
the
way
to
make
an
offense
gracious
,
though
few
have
the
grace
to
do
it
.
ARMADO
For
the
rest
of
the
Worthies
?
HOLOFERNES
I
will
play
three
myself
.
BOY
Thrice-worthy
gentleman
!
ARMADO
,
to
Holofernes
Shall
I
tell
you
a
thing
?
HOLOFERNES
We
attend
.
ARMADO
We
will
have
,
if
this
fadge
not
,
an
antic
.
I
beseech
you
,
follow
.
HOLOFERNES
Via
,
goodman
Dull
.
Thou
hast
spoken
no
word
all
this
while
.
DULL
Nor
understood
none
neither
,
sir
.
HOLOFERNES
Allons
!
We
will
employ
thee
.
DULL
I’ll
make
one
in
a
dance
,
or
so
;
or
I
will
play
on
the
tabor
to
the
Worthies
and
let
them
dance
the
hay
.
HOLOFERNES
Most
dull
,
honest
Dull
.
To
our
sport
!
Away
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
the
Ladies
(
the
Princess
,
Rosaline
,
Katherine
,
and
Maria
.
)
PRINCESS
Sweethearts
,
we
shall
be
rich
ere
we
depart
,
If
fairings
come
thus
plentifully
in
.
A
lady
walled
about
with
diamonds
!
Look
you
what
I
have
from
the
loving
king
.
She
shows
a
jewel
.
ROSALINE
Madam
,
came
nothing
else
along
with
that
?
PRINCESS
Nothing
but
this
?
Yes
,
as
much
love
in
rhyme
As
would
be
crammed
up
in
a
sheet
of
paper
Writ
o’
both
sides
the
leaf
,
margent
and
all
,
That
he
was
fain
to
seal
on
Cupid’s
name
.
ROSALINE
That
was
the
way
to
make
his
godhead
wax
,
For
he
hath
been
five
thousand
year
a
boy
.
KATHERINE
Ay
,
and
a
shrewd
unhappy
gallows
,
too
.
ROSALINE
You’ll
ne’er
be
friends
with
him
.
He
killed
your
sister
.
KATHERINE
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
ha’
been
a
grandam
ere
she
died
.
And
so
may
you
,
for
a
light
heart
lives
long
.
ROSALINE
What’s
your
dark
meaning
,
mouse
,
of
this
light
word
?
KATHERINE
A
light
condition
in
a
beauty
dark
.
ROSALINE
We
need
more
light
to
find
your
meaning
out
.
KATHERINE
You’ll
mar
the
light
by
taking
it
in
snuff
;
Therefore
I’ll
darkly
end
the
argument
.
ROSALINE
Look
what
you
do
,
you
do
it
still
i’
th’
dark
.
KATHERINE
So
do
not
you
,
for
you
are
a
light
wench
.
ROSALINE
Indeed
,
I
weigh
not
you
,
and
therefore
light
.
KATHERINE
You
weigh
me
not
?
O
,
that’s
you
care
not
for
me
.
ROSALINE
Great
reason
:
for
past
care
is
still
past
cure
.
PRINCESS
Well
bandied
both
;
a
set
of
wit
well
played
.
But
,
Rosaline
,
you
have
a
favor
too
.
Who
sent
it
?
And
what
is
it
?
ROSALINE
I
would
you
knew
.
An
if
my
face
were
but
as
fair
as
yours
,
My
favor
were
as
great
.
Be
witness
this
.
She
shows
a
gift
.
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
compared
to
twenty
thousand
fairs
.
O
,
he
hath
drawn
my
picture
in
his
letter
.
PRINCESS
Anything
like
?
ROSALINE
Much
in
the
letters
,
nothing
in
the
praise
.
PRINCESS
Beauteous
as
ink
:
a
good
conclusion
.
KATHERINE
Fair
as
a
text
B
in
a
copybook
.
ROSALINE
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
!
PRINCESS
A
pox
of
that
jest
!
And
I
beshrew
all
shrows
.
But
,
Katherine
,
what
was
sent
to
you
From
fair
Dumaine
?
KATHERINE
Madam
,
this
glove
.
She
shows
the
glove
.
PRINCESS
Did
he
not
send
you
twain
?
KATHERINE
Yes
,
madam
,
and
moreover
,
Some
thousand
verses
of
a
faithful
lover
,
A
huge
translation
of
hypocrisy
,
Vilely
compiled
,
profound
simplicity
.
MARIA
This
,
and
these
pearls
,
to
me
sent
Longaville
.
She
shows
a
paper
and
pearls
.
The
letter
is
too
long
by
half
a
mile
.
PRINCESS
I
think
no
less
.
Dost
thou
not
wish
in
heart
The
chain
were
longer
and
the
letter
short
?
MARIA
Ay
,
or
I
would
these
hands
might
never
part
.
PRINCESS
We
are
wise
girls
to
mock
our
lovers
so
.
ROSALINE
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
hests
,
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
.
PRINCESS
None
are
so
surely
caught
,
when
they
are
catched
,
As
wit
turned
fool
.
Folly
in
wisdom
hatched
Hath
wisdom’s
warrant
and
the
help
of
school
,
And
wit’s
own
grace
to
grace
a
learnèd
fool
.
ROSALINE
The
blood
of
youth
burns
not
with
such
excess
As
gravity’s
revolt
to
wantonness
.
MARIA
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
.
PRINCESS
Here
comes
Boyet
,
and
mirth
is
in
his
face
.
BOYET
O
,
I
am
stabbed
with
laughter
.
Where’s
her
Grace
?
PRINCESS
Thy
news
,
Boyet
?
BOYET
Prepare
,
madam
,
prepare
.
Arm
,
wenches
,
arm
.
Encounters
mounted
are
Against
your
peace
.
Love
doth
approach
,
disguised
,
Armèd
in
arguments
.
You’ll
be
surprised
.
Muster
your
wits
,
stand
in
your
own
defense
,
Or
hide
your
heads
like
cowards
,
and
fly
hence
.
PRINCESS
Saint
Denis
to
Saint
Cupid
!
What
are
they
That
charge
their
breath
against
us
?
Say
,
scout
,
say
.
BOYET
Under
the
cool
shade
of
a
sycamore
,
I
thought
to
close
mine
eyes
some
half
an
hour
.
When
,
lo
,
to
interrupt
my
purposed
rest
,
Toward
that
shade
I
might
behold
addressed
The
King
and
his
companions
.
Warily
I
stole
into
a
neighbor
thicket
by
,
And
overheard
what
you
shall
overhear
:
That
,
by
and
by
,
disguised
,
they
will
be
here
.
Their
herald
is
a
pretty
knavish
page
That
well
by
heart
hath
conned
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
feared
her
had
she
been
a
devil
.
”
With
that
,
all
laughed
and
clapped
him
on
the
shoulder
,
Making
the
bold
wag
by
their
praises
bolder
.
One
rubbed
his
elbow
thus
,
and
fleered
,
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
capered
and
cried
“
All
goes
well
!
”
The
fourth
turned
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
.
PRINCESS
But
what
,
but
what
?
Come
they
to
visit
us
?
BOYET
They
do
,
they
do
;
and
are
appareled
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
.
PRINCESS
And
will
they
so
?
The
gallants
shall
be
tasked
,
For
,
ladies
,
we
will
every
one
be
masked
,
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
.
Princess
and
Rosaline
exchange
favors
.
And
change
you
favors
too
.
So
shall
your
loves
Woo
contrary
,
deceived
by
these
removes
.
Katherine
and
Maria
exchange
favors
.
ROSALINE
Come
on
,
then
,
wear
the
favors
most
in
sight
.
KATHERINE
,
to
Princess
But
in
this
changing
,
what
is
your
intent
?
PRINCESS
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
mocked
withal
Upon
the
next
occasion
that
we
meet
,
With
visages
displayed
,
to
talk
and
greet
.
ROSALINE
But
shall
we
dance
,
if
they
desire
us
to
’t
?
PRINCESS
No
,
to
the
death
we
will
not
move
a
foot
,
Nor
to
their
penned
speech
render
we
no
grace
,
But
while
’tis
spoke
each
turn
away
her
face
.
BOYET
Why
,
that
contempt
will
kill
the
speaker’s
heart
,
And
quite
divorce
his
memory
from
his
part
.
PRINCESS
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
mocked
,
depart
away
with
shame
.
Sound
trumpet
,
within
.
BOYET
The
trumpet
sounds
.
Be
masked
;
the
maskers
come
.
The
Ladies
mask
.
Enter
Blackamoors
with
music
,
the
Boy
with
a
speech
,
the
King
,
Berowne
,
and
the
rest
of
the
Lords
disguised
.
BOY
All
hail
,
the
richest
beauties
on
the
Earth
!
BOYET
Beauties
no
richer
than
rich
taffeta
.
BOY
A
holy
parcel
of
the
fairest
dames
(
The
Ladies
turn
their
backs
to
him
.
)
That
ever
turned
their
—
backs
—
to
mortal
views
.
BEROWNE
Their
eyes
,
villain
,
their
eyes
!
BOY
That
ever
turned
their
eyes
to
mortal
views
.
Out
—
BOYET
True
;
out
indeed
.
BOY
Out
of
your
favors
,
heavenly
spirits
,
vouchsafe
Not
to
behold
—
BEROWNE
Once
to
behold
,
rogue
!
BOY
Once
to
behold
with
your
sun-beamèd
eyes
—
With
your
sun-beamèd
eyes
—
BOYET
They
will
not
answer
to
that
epithet
.
You
were
best
call
it
“
daughter-beamèd
eyes
.
”
BOY
They
do
not
mark
me
,
and
that
brings
me
out
.
BEROWNE
Is
this
your
perfectness
?
Begone
,
you
rogue
!
Boy
exits
.
ROSALINE
,
speaking
as
the
Princess
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
.
BOYET
What
would
you
with
the
Princess
?
BEROWNE
Nothing
but
peace
and
gentle
visitation
.
ROSALINE
What
would
they
,
say
they
?
BOYET
Nothing
but
peace
and
gentle
visitation
.
ROSALINE
Why
,
that
they
have
,
and
bid
them
so
be
gone
.
BOYET
She
says
you
have
it
,
and
you
may
be
gone
.
KING
Say
to
her
we
have
measured
many
miles
To
tread
a
measure
with
her
on
this
grass
.
BOYET
They
say
that
they
have
measured
many
a
mile
To
tread
a
measure
with
you
on
this
grass
.
ROSALINE
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
.
BOYET
If
to
come
hither
you
have
measured
miles
,
And
many
miles
,
the
Princess
bids
you
tell
How
many
inches
doth
fill
up
one
mile
.
BEROWNE
Tell
her
we
measure
them
by
weary
steps
.
BOYET
She
hears
herself
.
ROSALINE
How
many
weary
steps
Of
many
weary
miles
you
have
o’ergone
Are
numbered
in
the
travel
of
one
mile
?
BEROWNE
We
number
nothing
that
we
spend
for
you
.
Our
duty
is
so
rich
,
so
infinite
,
That
we
may
do
it
still
without
account
.
Vouchsafe
to
show
the
sunshine
of
your
face
That
we
,
like
savages
,
may
worship
it
.
ROSALINE
My
face
is
but
a
moon
,
and
clouded
too
.
KING
Blessèd
are
clouds
,
to
do
as
such
clouds
do
!
Vouchsafe
,
bright
moon
,
and
these
thy
stars
,
to
shine
,
Those
clouds
removed
,
upon
our
watery
eyne
.
ROSALINE
O
vain
petitioner
,
beg
a
greater
matter
!
Thou
now
requests
but
moonshine
in
the
water
.
KING
Then
in
our
measure
do
but
vouchsafe
one
change
.
Thou
bidd’st
me
beg
;
this
begging
is
not
strange
.
ROSALINE
Play
music
,
then
.
Nay
,
you
must
do
it
soon
.
Music
begins
.
Not
yet
?
No
dance
!
Thus
change
I
like
the
moon
.
KING
Will
you
not
dance
?
How
come
you
thus
estranged
?
ROSALINE
You
took
the
moon
at
full
,
but
now
she’s
changed
.
KING
Yet
still
she
is
the
moon
,
and
I
the
man
.
The
music
plays
.
Vouchsafe
some
motion
to
it
.
ROSALINE
Our
ears
vouchsafe
it
.
KING
But
your
legs
should
do
it
.
ROSALINE
Since
you
are
strangers
and
come
here
by
chance
,
We’ll
not
be
nice
.
Take
hands
.
We
will
not
dance
.
She
offers
her
hand
.
KING
Why
take
we
hands
then
?
ROSALINE
Only
to
part
friends
.
—
Curtsy
,
sweethearts
—
and
so
the
measure
ends
.
KING
More
measure
of
this
measure
!
Be
not
nice
.
ROSALINE
We
can
afford
no
more
at
such
a
price
.
KING
Prize
you
yourselves
.
What
buys
your
company
?
ROSALINE
Your
absence
only
.
KING
That
can
never
be
.
ROSALINE
Then
cannot
we
be
bought
.
And
so
adieu
—
Twice
to
your
visor
,
and
half
once
to
you
.
KING
If
you
deny
to
dance
,
let’s
hold
more
chat
.
ROSALINE
In
private
,
then
.
KING
I
am
best
pleased
with
that
.
They
move
aside
.
BEROWNE
,
to
the
Princess
White-handed
mistress
,
one
sweet
word
with
thee
.
PRINCESS
,
speaking
as
Rosaline
Honey
,
and
milk
,
and
sugar
—
there
is
three
.
BEROWNE
Nay
then
,
two
treys
,
an
if
you
grow
so
nice
,
Metheglin
,
wort
,
and
malmsey
.
Well
run
,
dice
!
There’s
half
a
dozen
sweets
.
PRINCESS
Seventh
sweet
,
adieu
.
Since
you
can
cog
,
I’ll
play
no
more
with
you
.
BEROWNE
One
word
in
secret
.
PRINCESS
Let
it
not
be
sweet
.
BEROWNE
Thou
grievest
my
gall
.
PRINCESS
Gall
!
Bitter
.
BEROWNE
Therefore
meet
.
They
move
aside
.
DUMAINE
,
to
Maria
Will
you
vouchsafe
with
me
to
change
a
word
?
MARIA
,
speaking
as
Katherine
Name
it
.
DUMAINE
Fair
lady
—
MARIA
Say
you
so
?
Fair
lord
!
Take
that
for
your
“
fair
lady
.
”
DUMAINE
Please
it
you
As
much
in
private
,
and
I’ll
bid
adieu
.
They
move
aside
.
KATHERINE
,
speaking
as
Maria
What
,
was
your
vizard
made
without
a
tongue
?
LONGAVILLE
I
know
the
reason
,
lady
,
why
you
ask
.
KATHERINE
O
,
for
your
reason
!
Quickly
,
sir
,
I
long
.
LONGAVILLE
You
have
a
double
tongue
within
your
mask
,
And
would
afford
my
speechless
vizard
half
.
KATHERINE
Veal
,
quoth
the
Dutchman
.
Is
not
veal
a
calf
?
LONGAVILLE
A
calf
,
fair
lady
?
KATHERINE
No
,
a
fair
Lord
Calf
.
LONGAVILLE
Let’s
part
the
word
.
KATHERINE
No
,
I’ll
not
be
your
half
.
Take
all
and
wean
it
.
It
may
prove
an
ox
.
LONGAVILLE
Look
how
you
butt
yourself
in
these
sharp
mocks
.
Will
you
give
horns
,
chaste
lady
?
Do
not
so
.
KATHERINE
Then
die
a
calf
before
your
horns
do
grow
.
LONGAVILLE
One
word
in
private
with
you
ere
I
die
.
KATHERINE
Bleat
softly
,
then
.
The
butcher
hears
you
cry
.
They
move
aside
.
BOYET
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
.
ROSALINE
Not
one
word
more
,
my
maids
.
Break
off
,
break
off
!
The
Ladies
move
away
from
the
Lords
.
BEROWNE
By
heaven
,
all
dry-beaten
with
pure
scoff
!
KING
Farewell
,
mad
wenches
.
You
have
simple
wits
.
King
,
Lords
,
and
Blackamoors
exit
.
The
Ladies
unmask
.
PRINCESS
Twenty
adieus
,
my
frozen
Muskovits
.
—
Are
these
the
breed
of
wits
so
wondered
at
?
BOYET
Tapers
they
are
,
with
your
sweet
breaths
puffed
out
.
ROSALINE
Well-liking
wits
they
have
;
gross
,
gross
;
fat
,
fat
.
PRINCESS
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
.
ROSALINE
They
were
all
in
lamentable
cases
.
The
King
was
weeping
ripe
for
a
good
word
.
PRINCESS
Berowne
did
swear
himself
out
of
all
suit
.
MARIA
Dumaine
was
at
my
service
,
and
his
sword
.
“
No
point
,
”
quoth
I
.
My
servant
straight
was
mute
.
KATHERINE
Lord
Longaville
said
I
came
o’er
his
heart
.
And
trow
you
what
he
called
me
?
PRINCESS
Qualm
,
perhaps
.
KATHERINE
Yes
,
in
good
faith
.
PRINCESS
Go
,
sickness
as
thou
art
!
ROSALINE
Well
,
better
wits
have
worn
plain
statute-caps
.
But
will
you
hear
?
The
King
is
my
love
sworn
.
PRINCESS
And
quick
Berowne
hath
plighted
faith
to
me
.
KATHERINE
And
Longaville
was
for
my
service
born
.
MARIA
Dumaine
is
mine
as
sure
as
bark
on
tree
.
BOYET
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
.
PRINCESS
Will
they
return
?
BOYET
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
.
PRINCESS
How
“
blow
”
?
How
“
blow
”
?
Speak
to
be
understood
.
BOYET
Fair
ladies
masked
are
roses
in
their
bud
.
Dismasked
,
their
damask
sweet
commixture
shown
,
Are
angels
vailing
clouds
,
or
roses
blown
.
PRINCESS
Avaunt
,
perplexity
!
—
What
shall
we
do
If
they
return
in
their
own
shapes
to
woo
?
ROSALINE
Good
madam
,
if
by
me
you’ll
be
advised
,
Let’s
mock
them
still
,
as
well
known
as
disguised
.
Let
us
complain
to
them
what
fools
were
here
,
Disguised
like
Muscovites
in
shapeless
gear
,
And
wonder
what
they
were
,
and
to
what
end
Their
shallow
shows
and
prologue
vilely
penned
,
And
their
rough
carriage
so
ridiculous
,
Should
be
presented
at
our
tent
to
us
.
BOYET
Ladies
,
withdraw
.
The
gallants
are
at
hand
.
PRINCESS
Whip
to
our
tents
,
as
roes
runs
o’er
land
.
The
Princess
and
the
Ladies
exit
.
Enter
the
King
and
the
rest
,
as
themselves
.
KING
,
to
Boyet
Fair
sir
,
God
save
you
.
Where’s
the
Princess
?
BOYET
Gone
to
her
tent
.
Please
it
your
Majesty
Command
me
any
service
to
her
thither
?
KING
That
she
vouchsafe
me
audience
for
one
word
.
BOYET
I
will
,
and
so
will
she
,
I
know
,
my
lord
.
He
exits
.
BEROWNE
This
fellow
pecks
up
wit
as
pigeons
peas
,
And
utters
it
again
when
God
doth
please
.
He
is
wit’s
peddler
,
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
.
He
can
carve
too
,
and
lisp
.
Why
,
this
is
he
That
kissed
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
flower
that
smiles
on
everyone
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
.
”
KING
A
blister
on
his
sweet
tongue
,
with
my
heart
,
That
put
Armado’s
page
out
of
his
part
!
Enter
the
Ladies
,
with
Boyet
.
BEROWNE
See
where
it
comes
!
Behavior
,
what
wert
thou
Till
this
madman
showed
thee
?
And
what
art
thou
now
?
KING
,
to
Princess
All
hail
,
sweet
madam
,
and
fair
time
of
day
.
PRINCESS
“
Fair
”
in
“
all
hail
”
is
foul
,
as
I
conceive
.
KING
Construe
my
speeches
better
,
if
you
may
.
PRINCESS
Then
wish
me
better
.
I
will
give
you
leave
.
KING
We
came
to
visit
you
,
and
purpose
now
To
lead
you
to
our
court
.
Vouchsafe
it
,
then
.
PRINCESS
This
field
shall
hold
me
,
and
so
hold
your
vow
.
Nor
God
nor
I
delights
in
perjured
men
.
KING
Rebuke
me
not
for
that
which
you
provoke
.
The
virtue
of
your
eye
must
break
my
oath
.
PRINCESS
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
unsullied
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
vowed
with
integrity
.
KING
O
,
you
have
lived
in
desolation
here
,
Unseen
,
unvisited
,
much
to
our
shame
.
PRINCESS
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
.
KING
How
,
madam
?
Russians
?
PRINCESS
Ay
,
in
truth
,
my
lord
.
Trim
gallants
,
full
of
courtship
and
of
state
.
ROSALINE
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
stayed
an
hour
And
talked
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
.
BEROWNE
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
.
ROSALINE
This
proves
you
wise
and
rich
,
for
in
my
eye
—
BEROWNE
I
am
a
fool
,
and
full
of
poverty
.
ROSALINE
But
that
you
take
what
doth
to
you
belong
,
It
were
a
fault
to
snatch
words
from
my
tongue
.
BEROWNE
O
,
I
am
yours
,
and
all
that
I
possess
!
ROSALINE
All
the
fool
mine
?
BEROWNE
I
cannot
give
you
less
.
ROSALINE
Which
of
the
vizards
was
it
that
you
wore
?
BEROWNE
Where
?
When
?
What
vizard
?
Why
demand
you
this
?
ROSALINE
There
;
then
;
that
vizard
;
that
superfluous
case
That
hid
the
worse
and
showed
the
better
face
.
KING
,
aside
to
Dumaine
We
were
descried
.
They’ll
mock
us
now
downright
.
DUMAINE
,
aside
to
King
Let
us
confess
and
turn
it
to
a
jest
.
PRINCESS
,
to
King
Amazed
,
my
lord
?
Why
looks
your
Highness
sad
?
ROSALINE
Help
,
hold
his
brows
!
He’ll
swoon
!
—
Why
look
you
pale
?
Seasick
,
I
think
,
coming
from
Muscovy
.
BEROWNE
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
nevermore
to
dance
,
Nor
nevermore
in
Russian
habit
wait
.
O
,
never
will
I
trust
to
speeches
penned
,
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-piled
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
expressed
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
.
ROSALINE
Sans
“
sans
,
”
I
pray
you
.
BEROWNE
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
.
PRINCESS
No
,
they
are
free
that
gave
these
tokens
to
us
.
BEROWNE
Our
states
are
forfeit
.
Seek
not
to
undo
us
.
ROSALINE
It
is
not
so
,
for
how
can
this
be
true
,
That
you
stand
forfeit
,
being
those
that
sue
?
BEROWNE
Peace
,
for
I
will
not
have
to
do
with
you
.
ROSALINE
Nor
shall
not
,
if
I
do
as
I
intend
.
BEROWNE
,
to
King
,
Longaville
,
and
Dumaine
Speak
for
yourselves
.
My
wit
is
at
an
end
.
KING
,
to
Princess
Teach
us
,
sweet
madam
,
for
our
rude
transgression
Some
fair
excuse
.
PRINCESS
The
fairest
is
confession
.
Were
not
you
here
but
even
now
,
disguised
?
KING
Madam
,
I
was
.
PRINCESS
And
were
you
well
advised
?
KING
I
was
,
fair
madam
.
PRINCESS
When
you
then
were
here
,
What
did
you
whisper
in
your
lady’s
ear
?
KING
That
more
than
all
the
world
I
did
respect
her
.
PRINCESS
When
she
shall
challenge
this
,
you
will
reject
her
.
KING
Upon
mine
honor
,
no
.
PRINCESS
Peace
,
peace
,
forbear
!
Your
oath
once
broke
,
you
force
not
to
forswear
.
KING
Despise
me
when
I
break
this
oath
of
mine
.
PRINCESS
I
will
,
and
therefore
keep
it
.
—
Rosaline
,
What
did
the
Russian
whisper
in
your
ear
?
ROSALINE
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
.
PRINCESS
God
give
thee
joy
of
him
!
The
noble
lord
Most
honorably
doth
uphold
his
word
.
KING
What
mean
you
,
madam
?
By
my
life
,
my
troth
,
I
never
swore
this
lady
such
an
oath
.
ROSALINE
By
heaven
,
you
did
!
And
to
confirm
it
plain
,
You
gave
me
this
.
She
shows
a
token
.
But
take
it
,
sir
,
again
.
KING
My
faith
and
this
the
Princess
I
did
give
.
I
knew
her
by
this
jewel
on
her
sleeve
.
PRINCESS
Pardon
me
,
sir
.
This
jewel
did
she
wear
.
She
points
to
Rosaline
.
And
Lord
Berowne
,
I
thank
him
,
is
my
dear
.
To
Berowne
.
What
,
will
you
have
me
,
or
your
pearl
again
?
She
shows
the
token
.
BEROWNE
Neither
of
either
.
I
remit
both
twain
.
I
see
the
trick
on
’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
disposed
,
Told
our
intents
before
;
which
once
disclosed
,
The
ladies
did
change
favors
;
and
then
we
,
Following
the
signs
,
wooed
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
allowed
.
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
.
BOYET
Full
merrily
Hath
this
brave
manage
,
this
career
been
run
.
BEROWNE
Lo
,
he
is
tilting
straight
!
Peace
,
I
have
done
.
Enter
Clown
Costard
.
Welcome
,
pure
wit
.
Thou
part’st
a
fair
fray
.
COSTARD
O
Lord
,
sir
,
they
would
know
Whether
the
three
Worthies
shall
come
in
or
no
.
BEROWNE
What
,
are
there
but
three
?
COSTARD
No
,
sir
;
but
it
is
vara
fine
,
For
every
one
pursents
three
.
BEROWNE
And
three
times
thrice
is
nine
.
COSTARD
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
—
BEROWNE
Is
not
nine
?
COSTARD
Under
correction
,
sir
,
we
know
whereuntil
it
doth
amount
.
BEROWNE
By
Jove
,
I
always
took
three
threes
for
nine
.
COSTARD
O
Lord
,
sir
,
it
were
pity
you
should
get
your
living
by
reckoning
,
sir
.
BEROWNE
How
much
is
it
?
COSTARD
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
.
BEROWNE
Art
thou
one
of
the
Worthies
?
COSTARD
It
pleased
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
.
BEROWNE
Go
bid
them
prepare
.
COSTARD
We
will
turn
it
finely
off
,
sir
.
We
will
take
some
care
.
He
exits
.
KING
Berowne
,
they
will
shame
us
.
Let
them
not
approach
.
BEROWNE
We
are
shame-proof
,
my
lord
;
and
’tis
some
policy
To
have
one
show
worse
than
the
King’s
and
his
company
.
KING
I
say
they
shall
not
come
.
PRINCESS
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
.
BEROWNE
A
right
description
of
our
sport
,
my
lord
.
Enter
Braggart
Armado
.
ARMADO
,
to
King
Anointed
,
I
implore
so
much
expense
of
thy
royal
sweet
breath
as
will
utter
a
brace
of
words
.
Armado
and
King
step
aside
,
and
Armado
gives
King
a
paper
.
PRINCESS
Doth
this
man
serve
God
?
BEROWNE
Why
ask
you
?
PRINCESS
He
speaks
not
like
a
man
of
God
his
making
.
ARMADO
,
to
King
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
!
He
exits
.
KING
,
reading
the
paper
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
Maccabaeus
.
And
if
these
four
Worthies
in
their
first
show
thrive
,
These
four
will
change
habits
and
present
the
other
five
.
BEROWNE
There
is
five
in
the
first
show
.
KING
You
are
deceived
.
’Tis
not
so
.
BEROWNE
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
.
KING
The
ship
is
under
sail
,
and
here
she
comes
amain
.
Enter
Costard
as
Pompey
.
COSTARD
I
Pompey
am
—
BEROWNE
You
lie
;
you
are
not
he
.
COSTARD
I
Pompey
am
—
BOYET
With
leopard’s
head
on
knee
.
BEROWNE
Well
said
,
old
mocker
.
I
must
needs
be
friends
with
thee
.
COSTARD
I
Pompey
am
,
Pompey
,
surnamed
the
Big
—
DUMAINE
“
The
Great
.
”
COSTARD
It
is
“
Great
,
”
sir
.
—
Pompey
,
surnamed
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
.
(
He
places
his
weapons
at
the
feet
of
the
Princess
.
)
If
your
Ladyship
would
say
“
Thanks
,
Pompey
,
”
I
had
done
.
PRINCESS
Great
thanks
,
great
Pompey
.
COSTARD
’Tis
not
so
much
worth
,
but
I
hope
I
was
perfect
.
I
made
a
little
fault
in
“
Great
.
”
BEROWNE
My
hat
to
a
halfpenny
,
Pompey
proves
the
best
Worthy
.
Costard
stands
aside
.
Enter
Curate
Nathaniel
for
Alexander
.
NATHANIEL
When
in
the
world
I
lived
,
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
—
BOYET
Your
nose
says
no
,
you
are
not
,
for
it
stands
too
right
.
BEROWNE
,
to
Boyet
Your
nose
smells
“
no
”
in
this
,
most
tender-smelling
knight
.
PRINCESS
The
conqueror
is
dismayed
.
—
Proceed
,
good
Alexander
.
NATHANIEL
When
in
the
world
I
lived
,
I
was
the
world’s
commander
—
BOYET
Most
true
;
’tis
right
.
You
were
so
,
Alisander
.
BEROWNE
,
to
Costard
Pompey
the
Great
—
COSTARD
Your
servant
,
and
Costard
.
BEROWNE
Take
away
the
conqueror
.
Take
away
Alisander
.
COSTARD
,
to
Nathaniel
O
sir
,
you
have
overthrown
Alisander
the
Conqueror
.
You
will
be
scraped
out
of
the
painted
cloth
for
this
.
Your
lion
,
that
holds
his
polax
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
exits
.
There
,
an
’t
shall
please
you
,
a
foolish
mild
man
,
an
honest
man
,
look
you
,
and
soon
dashed
.
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
.
Enter
Pedant
Holofernes
for
Judas
,
and
the
Boy
for
Hercules
.
PRINCESS
,
to
Costard
Stand
aside
,
good
Pompey
.
HOLOFERNES
Great
Hercules
is
presented
by
this
imp
,
Whose
club
killed
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
.
To
Boy
.
Keep
some
state
in
thy
exit
,
and
vanish
.
Boy
steps
aside
.
HOLOFERNES
Judas
I
am
—
DUMAINE
A
Judas
!
HOLOFERNES
Not
Iscariot
,
sir
.
Judas
I
am
,
yclept
Maccabaeus
.
DUMAINE
Judas
Maccabaeus
clipped
is
plain
Judas
.
BEROWNE
A
kissing
traitor
.
—
How
art
thou
proved
Judas
?
HOLOFERNES
Judas
I
am
—
DUMAINE
The
more
shame
for
you
,
Judas
.
HOLOFERNES
What
mean
you
,
sir
?
BOYET
To
make
Judas
hang
himself
.
HOLOFERNES
Begin
,
sir
,
you
are
my
elder
.
BEROWNE
Well
followed
.
Judas
was
hanged
on
an
elder
.
HOLOFERNES
I
will
not
be
put
out
of
countenance
.
BEROWNE
Because
thou
hast
no
face
.
HOLOFERNES
What
is
this
?
He
points
to
his
own
face
.
BOYET
A
cittern-head
.
DUMAINE
The
head
of
a
bodkin
.
BEROWNE
A
death’s
face
in
a
ring
.
LONGAVILLE
The
face
of
an
old
Roman
coin
,
scarce
seen
.
BOYET
The
pommel
of
Caesar’s
falchion
.
DUMAINE
The
carved-bone
face
on
a
flask
.
BEROWNE
Saint
George’s
half-cheek
in
a
brooch
.
DUMAINE
Ay
,
and
in
a
brooch
of
lead
.
BEROWNE
Ay
,
and
worn
in
the
cap
of
a
tooth-drawer
.
And
now
forward
,
for
we
have
put
thee
in
countenance
.
HOLOFERNES
You
have
put
me
out
of
countenance
.
BEROWNE
False
.
We
have
given
thee
faces
.
HOLOFERNES
But
you
have
outfaced
them
all
.
BEROWNE
An
thou
wert
a
lion
,
we
would
do
so
.
BOYET
Therefore
,
as
he
is
an
ass
,
let
him
go
.
—
And
so
adieu
,
sweet
Jude
.
Nay
,
why
dost
thou
stay
?
DUMAINE
For
the
latter
end
of
his
name
.
BEROWNE
For
the
“
ass
”
to
the
“
Jude
”
?
Give
it
him
.
—
Jud-as
,
away
!
HOLOFERNES
This
is
not
generous
,
not
gentle
,
not
humble
.
BOYET
A
light
for
Monsieur
Judas
!
It
grows
dark
;
he
may
stumble
.
Holofernes
exits
.
PRINCESS
Alas
,
poor
Maccabaeus
,
how
hath
he
been
baited
!
Enter
Braggart
Armado
as
Hector
.
BEROWNE
Hide
thy
head
,
Achilles
.
Here
comes
Hector
in
arms
.
DUMAINE
Though
my
mocks
come
home
by
me
,
I
will
now
be
merry
.
KING
Hector
was
but
a
Troyan
in
respect
of
this
.
BOYET
But
is
this
Hector
?
KING
I
think
Hector
was
not
so
clean-timbered
.
LONGAVILLE
His
leg
is
too
big
for
Hector’s
.
DUMAINE
More
calf
,
certain
.
BOYET
No
,
he
is
best
endued
in
the
small
.
BEROWNE
This
cannot
be
Hector
.
DUMAINE
He’s
a
god
or
a
painter
,
for
he
makes
faces
.
ARMADO
The
armipotent
Mars
,
of
lances
the
almighty
,
Gave
Hector
a
gift
—
DUMAINE
A
gilt
nutmeg
.
BEROWNE
A
lemon
.
LONGAVILLE
Stuck
with
cloves
.
DUMAINE
No
,
cloven
.
ARMADO
Peace
!
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
—
DUMAINE
That
mint
.
LONGAVILLE
That
columbine
.
ARMADO
Sweet
Lord
Longaville
,
rein
thy
tongue
.
LONGAVILLE
I
must
rather
give
it
the
rein
,
for
it
runs
against
Hector
.
DUMAINE
Ay
,
and
Hector’s
a
greyhound
.
ARMADO
The
sweet
warman
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
Princess
.
Sweet
royalty
,
bestow
on
me
the
sense
of
hearing
.
Berowne
steps
forth
.
PRINCESS
Speak
,
brave
Hector
.
We
are
much
delighted
.
ARMADO
I
do
adore
thy
sweet
Grace’s
slipper
.
BOYET
Loves
her
by
the
foot
.
DUMAINE
He
may
not
by
the
yard
.
ARMADO
This
Hector
far
surmounted
Hannibal
.
The
party
is
gone
—
COSTARD
Fellow
Hector
,
she
is
gone
;
she
is
two
months
on
her
way
.
ARMADO
What
meanest
thou
?
COSTARD
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
.
ARMADO
Dost
thou
infamonize
me
among
potentates
?
Thou
shalt
die
!
COSTARD
Then
shall
Hector
be
whipped
for
Jaquenetta
,
that
is
quick
by
him
,
and
hanged
for
Pompey
,
that
is
dead
by
him
.
DUMAINE
Most
rare
Pompey
!
BOYET
Renowned
Pompey
!
BEROWNE
Greater
than
“
Great
”
!
Great
,
great
,
great
Pompey
.
Pompey
the
Huge
!
DUMAINE
Hector
trembles
.
BEROWNE
Pompey
is
moved
.
More
Ates
,
more
Ates
!
Stir
them
on
,
stir
them
on
.
DUMAINE
Hector
will
challenge
him
.
BEROWNE
Ay
,
if
he
have
no
more
man’s
blood
in
his
belly
than
will
sup
a
flea
.
ARMADO
,
to
Costard
By
the
North
Pole
,
I
do
challenge
thee
!
COSTARD
I
will
not
fight
with
a
pole
like
a
northern
man
!
I’ll
slash
.
I’ll
do
it
by
the
sword
.
—
I
bepray
you
,
let
me
borrow
my
arms
again
.
DUMAINE
Room
for
the
incensed
Worthies
!
COSTARD
I’ll
do
it
in
my
shirt
.
He
removes
his
doublet
.
DUMAINE
Most
resolute
Pompey
!
BOY
,
to
Armado
Master
,
let
me
take
you
a
buttonhole
lower
.
Do
you
not
see
Pompey
is
uncasing
for
the
combat
?
What
mean
you
?
You
will
lose
your
reputation
.
ARMADO
Gentlemen
and
soldiers
,
pardon
me
.
I
will
not
combat
in
my
shirt
.
DUMAINE
You
may
not
deny
it
.
Pompey
hath
made
the
challenge
.
ARMADO
Sweet
bloods
,
I
both
may
and
will
.
BEROWNE
What
reason
have
you
for
’t
?
ARMADO
The
naked
truth
of
it
is
,
I
have
no
shirt
.
I
go
woolward
for
penance
.
BOYET
True
,
and
it
was
enjoined
him
in
Rome
for
want
of
linen
;
since
when
,
I’ll
be
sworn
,
he
wore
none
but
a
dishclout
of
Jaquenetta’s
,
and
that
he
wears
next
his
heart
for
a
favor
.
Enter
a
Messenger
,
Monsieur
Marcade
.
MARCADE
,
to
Princess
God
save
you
,
madam
.
PRINCESS
Welcome
,
Marcade
,
But
that
thou
interruptest
our
merriment
.
MARCADE
I
am
sorry
,
madam
,
for
the
news
I
bring
Is
heavy
in
my
tongue
.
The
King
your
father
—
PRINCESS
Dead
,
for
my
life
.
MARCADE
Even
so
.
My
tale
is
told
.
BEROWNE
Worthies
,
away
!
The
scene
begins
to
cloud
.
ARMADO
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
.
Worthies
exit
.
KING
,
to
Princess
How
fares
your
Majesty
?
PRINCESS
Boyet
,
prepare
.
I
will
away
tonight
.
KING
Madam
,
not
so
.
I
do
beseech
you
stay
.
PRINCESS
,
to
Boyet
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
obtained
.
KING
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
jostle
it
From
what
it
purposed
,
since
to
wail
friends
lost
Is
not
by
much
so
wholesome-profitable
As
to
rejoice
at
friends
but
newly
found
.
PRINCESS
I
understand
you
not
.
My
griefs
are
double
.
BEROWNE
Honest
plain
words
best
pierce
the
ear
of
grief
,
And
by
these
badges
understand
the
King
:
For
your
fair
sakes
have
we
neglected
time
,
Played
foul
play
with
our
oaths
.
Your
beauty
,
ladies
,
Hath
much
deformed
us
,
fashioning
our
humors
Even
to
the
opposèd
end
of
our
intents
.
And
what
in
us
hath
seemed
ridiculous
—
As
love
is
full
of
unbefitting
strains
,
All
wanton
as
a
child
,
skipping
and
vain
,
Formed
by
the
eye
and
therefore
,
like
the
eye
,
Full
of
strange
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
misbecomed
our
oaths
and
gravities
,
Those
heavenly
eyes
,
that
look
into
these
faults
,
Suggested
us
to
make
.
Therefore
,
ladies
,
Our
love
being
yours
,
the
error
that
love
makes
Is
likewise
yours
.
We
to
ourselves
prove
false
By
being
once
false
forever
to
be
true
To
those
that
make
us
both
—
fair
ladies
,
you
.
And
even
that
falsehood
,
in
itself
a
sin
,
Thus
purifies
itself
and
turns
to
grace
.
PRINCESS
We
have
received
your
letters
full
of
love
;
Your
favors
,
the
ambassadors
of
love
;
And
in
our
maiden
council
rated
them
At
courtship
,
pleasant
jest
,
and
courtesy
,
As
bombast
and
as
lining
to
the
time
.
But
more
devout
than
this
in
our
respects
Have
we
not
been
,
and
therefore
met
your
loves
In
their
own
fashion
,
like
a
merriment
.
DUMAINE
Our
letters
,
madam
,
showed
much
more
than
jest
.
LONGAVILLE
So
did
our
looks
.
ROSALINE
We
did
not
quote
them
so
.
KING
Now
,
at
the
latest
minute
of
the
hour
,
Grant
us
your
loves
.
PRINCESS
A
time
,
methinks
,
too
short
To
make
a
world-without-end
bargain
in
.
No
,
no
,
my
lord
,
your
Grace
is
perjured
much
,
Full
of
dear
guiltiness
,
and
therefore
this
:
If
for
my
love
—
as
there
is
no
such
cause
—
You
will
do
aught
,
this
shall
you
do
for
me
:
Your
oath
I
will
not
trust
,
but
go
with
speed
To
some
forlorn
and
naked
hermitage
,
Remote
from
all
the
pleasures
of
the
world
.
There
stay
until
the
twelve
celestial
signs
Have
brought
about
the
annual
reckoning
.
If
this
austere
insociable
life
Change
not
your
offer
made
in
heat
of
blood
;
If
frosts
and
fasts
,
hard
lodging
,
and
thin
weeds
Nip
not
the
gaudy
blossoms
of
your
love
,
But
that
it
bear
this
trial
,
and
last
love
;
Then
,
at
the
expiration
of
the
year
,
Come
challenge
me
,
challenge
me
by
these
deserts
,
She
takes
his
hand
.
And
by
this
virgin
palm
now
kissing
thine
,
I
will
be
thine
.
And
till
that
instant
shut
My
woeful
self
up
in
a
mourning
house
,
Raining
the
tears
of
lamentation
For
the
remembrance
of
my
father’s
death
.
If
this
thou
do
deny
,
let
our
hands
part
,
Neither
entitled
in
the
other’s
heart
.
KING
If
this
,
or
more
than
this
,
I
would
deny
,
To
flatter
up
these
powers
of
mine
with
rest
,
The
sudden
hand
of
death
close
up
mine
eye
!
Hence
hermit
,
then
.
My
heart
is
in
thy
breast
.
They
step
aside
.
DUMAINE
,
to
Katherine
But
what
to
me
,
my
love
?
But
what
to
me
?
A
wife
?
KATHERINE
A
beard
,
fair
health
,
and
honesty
.
With
threefold
love
I
wish
you
all
these
three
.
DUMAINE
O
,
shall
I
say
“
I
thank
you
,
gentle
wife
”
?
KATHERINE
Not
so
,
my
lord
.
A
twelvemonth
and
a
day
I’ll
mark
no
words
that
smooth-faced
wooers
say
.
Come
when
the
King
doth
to
my
lady
come
;
Then
,
if
I
have
much
love
,
I’ll
give
you
some
.
DUMAINE
I’ll
serve
thee
true
and
faithfully
till
then
.
KATHERINE
Yet
swear
not
,
lest
you
be
forsworn
again
.
They
step
aside
.
LONGAVILLE
What
says
Maria
?
MARIA
At
the
twelvemonth’s
end
I’ll
change
my
black
gown
for
a
faithful
friend
.
LONGAVILLE
I’ll
stay
with
patience
,
but
the
time
is
long
.
MARIA
The
liker
you
;
few
taller
are
so
young
.
They
step
aside
.
BEROWNE
,
to
Rosaline
Studies
my
lady
?
Mistress
,
look
on
me
.
Behold
the
window
of
my
heart
,
mine
eye
,
What
humble
suit
attends
thy
answer
there
.
Impose
some
service
on
me
for
thy
love
.
ROSALINE
Oft
have
I
heard
of
you
,
my
Lord
Berowne
,
Before
I
saw
you
;
and
the
world’s
large
tongue
Proclaims
you
for
a
man
replete
with
mocks
,
Full
of
comparisons
and
wounding
flouts
,
Which
you
on
all
estates
will
execute
That
lie
within
the
mercy
of
your
wit
.
To
weed
this
wormwood
from
your
fruitful
brain
,
And
therewithal
to
win
me
,
if
you
please
,
Without
the
which
I
am
not
to
be
won
,
You
shall
this
twelvemonth
term
from
day
to
day
Visit
the
speechless
sick
,
and
still
converse
With
groaning
wretches
;
and
your
task
shall
be
,
With
all
the
fierce
endeavor
of
your
wit
,
To
enforce
the
painèd
impotent
to
smile
.
BEROWNE
To
move
wild
laughter
in
the
throat
of
death
?
It
cannot
be
,
it
is
impossible
.
Mirth
cannot
move
a
soul
in
agony
.
ROSALINE
Why
,
that’s
the
way
to
choke
a
gibing
spirit
,
Whose
influence
is
begot
of
that
loose
grace
Which
shallow
laughing
hearers
give
to
fools
.
A
jest’s
prosperity
lies
in
the
ear
Of
him
that
hears
it
,
never
in
the
tongue
Of
him
that
makes
it
.
Then
if
sickly
ears
,
Deafed
with
the
clamors
of
their
own
dear
groans
Will
hear
your
idle
scorns
,
continue
then
,
And
I
will
have
you
and
that
fault
withal
.
But
if
they
will
not
,
throw
away
that
spirit
,
And
I
shall
find
you
empty
of
that
fault
,
Right
joyful
of
your
reformation
.
BEROWNE
A
twelvemonth
?
Well
,
befall
what
will
befall
,
I’ll
jest
a
twelvemonth
in
an
hospital
.
PRINCESS
,
to
King
Ay
,
sweet
my
lord
,
and
so
I
take
my
leave
.
KING
No
,
madam
,
we
will
bring
you
on
your
way
.
BEROWNE
Our
wooing
doth
not
end
like
an
old
play
.
Jack
hath
not
Jill
.
These
ladies’
courtesy
Might
well
have
made
our
sport
a
comedy
.
KING
Come
,
sir
,
it
wants
a
twelvemonth
and
a
day
,
And
then
’twill
end
.
BEROWNE
That’s
too
long
for
a
play
.
Enter
Braggart
Armado
.
ARMADO
Sweet
Majesty
,
vouchsafe
me
—
PRINCESS
Was
not
that
Hector
?
DUMAINE
The
worthy
knight
of
Troy
.
ARMADO
I
will
kiss
thy
royal
finger
,
and
take
leave
.
I
am
a
votary
;
I
have
vowed
to
Jaquenetta
to
hold
the
plow
for
her
sweet
love
three
year
.
But
,
most
esteemed
Greatness
,
will
you
hear
the
dialogue
that
the
two
learned
men
have
compiled
in
praise
of
the
owl
and
the
cuckoo
?
It
should
have
followed
in
the
end
of
our
show
.
KING
Call
them
forth
quickly
.
We
will
do
so
.
ARMADO
Holla
!
Approach
.
Enter
all
.
This
side
is
Hiems
,
Winter
;
this
Ver
,
the
Spring
;
the
one
maintained
by
the
owl
,
th’
other
by
the
cuckoo
.
Ver
,
begin
.
The
Song
.
SPRING
When
daisies
pied
and
violets
blue
,
And
lady-smocks
all
silver-white
,
And
cuckoo-buds
of
yellow
hue
Do
paint
the
meadows
with
delight
,
The
cuckoo
then
on
every
tree
Mocks
married
men
;
for
thus
sings
he
:
“
Cuckoo
!
Cuckoo
,
cuckoo
!
”
O
word
of
fear
,
Unpleasing
to
a
married
ear
.
When
shepherds
pipe
on
oaten
straws
,
And
merry
larks
are
plowmen’s
clocks
;
When
turtles
tread
,
and
rooks
and
daws
,
And
maidens
bleach
their
summer
smocks
;
The
cuckoo
then
on
every
tree
Mocks
married
men
,
for
thus
sings
he
:
“
Cuckoo
!
Cuckoo
,
cuckoo
!
”
O
word
of
fear
,
Unpleasing
to
a
married
ear
.
WINTER
When
icicles
hang
by
the
wall
,
And
Dick
the
shepherd
blows
his
nail
,
And
Tom
bears
logs
into
the
hall
,
And
milk
comes
frozen
home
in
pail
;
When
blood
is
nipped
,
and
ways
be
foul
,
Then
nightly
sings
the
staring
owl
“
Tu-whit
to-who
.
”
A
merry
note
,
While
greasy
Joan
doth
keel
the
pot
.
When
all
aloud
the
wind
doth
blow
,
And
coughing
drowns
the
parson’s
saw
,
And
birds
sit
brooding
in
the
snow
,
And
Marian’s
nose
looks
red
and
raw
;
When
roasted
crabs
hiss
in
the
bowl
,
Then
nightly
sings
the
staring
owl
“
Tu-whit
to-who
.
”
A
merry
note
,
While
greasy
Joan
doth
keel
the
pot
.
ARMADO
The
words
of
Mercury
are
harsh
after
the
songs
of
Apollo
.
You
that
way
;
we
this
way
.
They
all
exit
.