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Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.

Say, can you fast? Your stomachs are too young,
And abstinence engenders maladies.

And, where that you you have vow'd to study, lords,
In that each of you have forsworn his book,

Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look?
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,

Have found the ground of study's excellence
Without the beauty of a woman's face?

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They are the ground, the books, the academes,

From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
Why, universal plodding poisons up

The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires

The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
Now, for not looking on a woman's face,

You have in that forsworn the use of eyes,
And study too, the causer of your vow;

For where is author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
And where we are our learninglikewise is;

Then when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
With ourselves.

Do we not likewise see our learning there?
O, we have made a vow to study, lords,

And in that vow we have forsworn our books.
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,

In leaden contemplation have found out
Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes

Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with?
Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;

And therefore, findingbarren practisers,
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil;

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain,

But with the motion of all elements
Courses as swift as thought in every power,

And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye:
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd.

Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails:

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical

As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods

Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write

Until his ink were temp'red with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears,

And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive.

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,

That show, contain, and nourish, all the world,
Else none at all in aught proves excellent.

Then fools you were these women to forswear;
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.

For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love;
Or for Love's sake, a word that loves all men;

Or for men's sake, the authors of these women;
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men-

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.

It is religion to be thus forsworn;
For charity itself fulfils the law,

And who can sever love from charity?
KING. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field!

BEROWNE. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;
Pell-mell, down with them! be first advis'd,

In conflict, that you get the sun of them.
LONGAVILLE. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by.

Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?
KING. And win them too; therefore let us devise

Some entertainment for them in their tents.
BEROWNE. First, from the park let us conduct them thither;

Then homeward every man attach the hand
Of his fair mistress. In the afternoon

We will with some strange pastime solace them,
Such as the shortness of the time can shape;

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,
Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.

KING. Away, away! No time shall be omitted
That will betime, and may by us be fitted.

BEROWNE. Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn,
And justice always whirls in equal measure.

Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. Exeunt

ACT V. SCENE I.
The park

Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL
HOLOFERNES. Satis quod 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 humour is lofty, his
discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his

gait majestical and his general behaviour 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.

[Draws 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'; neighbour vocatur
'nebour'; 'neigh' abbreviated 'ne.' This is abhominable- which he

would call 'abbominable.' 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

scratch'd; 'twill serve.
Enter ARMADO, MOTH, and COSTARD

NATHANIEL. Videsne quis venit?
HOLOFERNES. Video, et gaudeo.

ARMADO. [To MOTH] Chirrah!
HOLOFERNES. Quare 'chirrah,' not 'sirrah'?

ARMADO. Men of peace, well encount'red.
HOLOFERNES. Most military sir, salutation.

MOTH. [Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast of
languages and stol'n the scraps.

COSTARD. O, they have liv'd long on the alms-basket of words. I
marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou are

not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus; thou art
easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

MOTH. Peace! the peal begins.
ARMADO. [To HOLOFERNES] Monsieur, are you not lett'red?

MOTH. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a, b, spelt
backward with the horn on his head?

HOLOFERNES. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
MOTH. Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.

HOLOFERNES. Quis, quis, thou consonant?
MOTH. The third of the five vowels, if You repeat them; or the

fifth, if I.
HOLOFERNES. I will repeat them: a, e, I-

MOTH. 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!

MOTH. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
HOLOFERNES. What is the figure? What is the figure?

MOTH. Horns.
HOLOFERNES. Thou disputes like an infant; go whip thy gig.

MOTH. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your
infamy circum circa- a gig of a cuckold's horn.

COSTARD. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it
to buy ginger-bread. Hold, there is the very remuneration I had

of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of
discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but

my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to;
thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say.

HOLOFERNES. O, 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

cull'd, 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 ye, 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 importunate 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, sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal

finger thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio; but,
sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable:

some certain special honours 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, sweet heart, 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 rend'red 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?



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