HOL pupil you to privile

thou art, Oh pardon, love, this wrong, heaven's praise with such an earthly ne! find not the apostrophes, and so miss

et me supervise the canzonet. Here bers ratified; but, for the elegancy, fa. olden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi. s the man : and why, indeed, Naso; ng out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, vention? Imitari, is nothing: so doth

master, the ape his keeper, the tired er. But damosella virgin, was this di.

? sr, from one monsieur Biron, one of ueen's lords. - overglance the superscript. To the and of the most beauteous Lady Rosaook again on the intellect of the letter, zation of the party writing to the person

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Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's pupil of niine; where if, before repast, it you to gratify the table with a grace, I privilege I have with the parents of child or pupil, undertake your ben ver I will prove those verses to be very unl ther savouring of poetry, wit, nor inve seech your society.

Nath. And thank you too: for societ text) is the happiness of life.

Hol. And, certes*, the text most in cludes it.-Sir, [TO Dull.] I do invite yo shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. gentles are at their game, and we will creation.


Another part of the same.

Enter Biron, with a paper

Biron. The king he is hunting the coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toi ing in a pitch; pitch that defiles; de word. Well, Set thee down, sorrow! say, the fool said, and so say I, and Well proved, wit! By the lord, this lo as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a proved again on my side! I will not la haug me; i'faith, I will not. O, but E this light, but for her eye, I would no yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do no

• In truth.

world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my sovnet's already; the clown bore it,' the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in: Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan !

[Gets up into a tree.

Enter the King, with a paper.
King. Ah me!
Biron. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven!--Proceed, sweet
Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt
under the left pap:-I'faith secrets.-
King. [Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun

gives not
To those fresh morning drops npon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote

The night of dew.that on my cheeks down flows :
Nor shines the silder moon one half so bright

Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;

Thou shin'st in edery tear that I do weep:
No'drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

So ridest thou triumphing in my woe;
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory throughthy grief will show :
But do not lode thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens, how far dost thou ercel!
Nothought can think, nortongue of mortal tell..
How shall she know my griefs? I'll drap the paper;
Sweet leaves, shade folly, Who is he comes here?

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[Steps aside.

Enter Longaville, with a pap Wbat, Longaville! and reading! listen, Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one mc

pear! Long. Ab me! I am forsworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perju

papers. King. In love, I hope; Sweet fe

shanie ! Biron. One drunkard loves another

Long. Am I the first that have been
Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in cc

by two, that I know:
Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner.ca
The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs u
Long. I fear these stubborn lines la

move: O sweet Maria, empress of my love! These numbers will I tear, and write in Biron. [Aside.] 0, rhymes are guard

Cupid's hose : Disfigure not his slop. Long.

This same shall

[He read Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thir

('Gainst whom theworld cannot hold Persuade my heart to this false perju

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not pu A woman I forswore; but, I will pro

Thou being a goddess, I forswore ne My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly

Thy gracebeing gain'd, cures all dis Vows are but breath, and breath a do Then thou, fair sun, which on my

shine, Erhal'st this vapour dow; in thee it i

If broken then, it is nio fault of mi

e broke, What fool is not so wise, an outh to win a paradise ? [Aside.] This is the liver vein, which makes Lesh a deity; goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. ad us, God amend! we are much out o' the vay:

Enter Dumain, with a paper. By whom shall I send this ?-Company!

(Stepping aside. (Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant lay: mi-god here sit I in the sky, ched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. ks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; cransform’d: four woodcocks in a dish! O most divine Kate!

O most prophane coxcomb! By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! By earth she is but corporal;

there you





Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted". An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.

(Aside. As upright as the cedar.

Stoop, I say; lder is with child.


As fair as day. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine: O that I had my wish!

And I had mine!


[Aside. [Aside.

And I mine too, good lord!

Amen, so I had mine; Is not that a good vord?


* Outstripped, surpassed.

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