ACT IV SCENE III

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Love’s Labour’s Lost

ACT IV SCENE IIIThe same.
Enter BIRON, with a paper.
BIRONThe king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing
myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in
a pitch,–pitch that defiles: defile! a foul
word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say 5
the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well
proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as
Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep:
well proved again o’ my side! I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i’ faith, I will not. O, but her 10
eye,–by this light, but for her eye, I would not
love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing
in the 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, 15
and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o’ my
sonnets 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 20
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
Stands aside.
Enter FERDINAND, with a paper.
FERDINANDAy me!
BIRONAside
thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the
left pap. In faith, secrets!
FERDINANDReads
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not 25
To those fresh morning drops upon 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 silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep, 30
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shinest in every 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, 35
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. 40
How shall she know my griefs? I’ll drop the paper:
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
Steps aside.
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.
BIRONNow, in thy likeness, one more fool appear!
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper.
LONGAVILLEAy me, I am forsworn! 45
BIRONWhy, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.
FERDINANDIn love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame!
BIRONOne drunkard loves another of the name.
LONGAVILLEAm I the first that have been perjured so?
BIRONI could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know: 50
Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society,
The shape of Love’s Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
LONGAVILLEI fear these stubborn lines lack power to move:
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. 55
BIRONO, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid’s hose:
Disfigure not his slop.
LONGAVILLEThis same shall go.
Reads
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
‘Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, 60
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; 65
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,
Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it is:
If broken then, it is no fault of mine: 70
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To lose an oath to win a paradise?
BIRONThis is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o’ the way. 75
LONGAVILLEBy whom shall I send this?–Company! stay.
Steps aside
BIRONAll hid, all hid; an old infant play.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky.
And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’ereye.
More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish! 80
Enter DUMAIN, with a paper.
Dumain transform’d! four woodcocks in a dish!
DUMAINO most divine Kate!
BIRONO most profane coxcomb!
DUMAINBy heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!
BIRONBy earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie. 85
DUMAINHer amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.
BIRONAn amber-colour’d raven was well noted.
DUMAINAs upright as the cedar.
BIRONStoop, I say;
Her shoulder is with child. 90
DUMAINAs fair as day.
BIRONAy, as some days; but then no sun must shine.
DUMAINO that I had my wish!
LONGAVILLEAnd I had mine!
FERDINANDAnd I mine too, good Lord! 95
BIRONAmen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?
DUMAINI would forget her; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood and will remember’d be.
BIRONA fever in your blood! why, then incision
Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision! 100
DUMAINOnce more I’ll read the ode that I have writ.
BIRONOnce more I’ll mark how love can vary wit.
DUMAINReads
On a day–alack the day!–
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair 105
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish himself the heaven’s breath. 110
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn
Ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, 115
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee;
Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were; 120
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
This will I send, and something else more plain,
That shall express my true love’s fasting pain.
O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, 125
Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
For none offend where all alike do dote.
LONGAVILLEAdvancing
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o’erheard and taken napping so. 130
FERDINANDAdvancing
You chide at him, offending twice as much;
You do not love Maria; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom to keep down his heart. 135
I have been closely shrouded in this bush
And mark’d you both and for you both did blush:
I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion,
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
Ay me! says one; O Jove! the other cries; 140
One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other’s eyes:
To LONGAVILLE.
You would for paradise break faith, and troth;
To DUMAIN.
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
What will Biron say when that he shall hear
Faith so infringed, which such zeal did swear? 145
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit!
How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it!
For all the wealth that ever I did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
BIRONNow step I forth to whip hypocrisy. 150
Advancing
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!
Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove
These worms for loving, that art most in love?
Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears
There is no certain princess that appears; 155
You’ll not be perjured, ’tis a hateful thing;
Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!
But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,
All three of you, to be thus much o’ershot?
You found his mote; the king your mote did see; 160
But I a beam do find in each of three.
O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,
Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!
O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
To see a king transformed to a gnat! 165
To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
And profound Solomon to tune a jig,
And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!
Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain? 170
And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
And where my liege’s? all about the breast:
A caudle, ho!
FERDINANDToo bitter is thy jest.
Are we betray’d thus to thy over-view? 175
BIRONNot you to me, but I betray’d by you:
I, that am honest; I, that hold it sin
To break the vow I am engaged in;
I am betray’d, by keeping company
With men like men of inconstancy. 180
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme?
Or groan for love? or spend a minute’s time
In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, 185
A leg, a limb?
FERDINANDSoft! whither away so fast?
A true man or a thief that gallops so?
BIRONI post from love: good lover, let me go.
Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD.
JAQUENETTAGod bless the king! 190
FERDINANDWhat present hast thou there?
COSTARDSome certain treason.
FERDINANDWhat makes treason here?
COSTARDNay, it makes nothing, sir.
FERDINANDIf it mar nothing neither, 195
The treason and you go in peace away together.
JAQUENETTAI beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; ’twas treason, he said.
FERDINANDBiron, read it over.
Giving him the paper
Where hadst thou it? 200
JAQUENETTAOf Costard.
FERDINANDWhere hadst thou it?
COSTARDOf Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
BIRON tears the letter
FERDINANDHow now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
BIRONA toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it. 205
LONGAVILLEIt did move him to passion, and therefore let’s hear it.
DUMAINIt is Biron’s writing, and here is his name.
Gathering up the pieces
BIRONTo COSTARD
born to do me shame.
Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.
FERDINANDWhat? 210
BIRONThat you three fools lack’d me fool to make up the mess:
He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I,
Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
DUMAINNow the number is even. 215
BIRONTrue, true; we are four.
Will these turtles be gone?
FERDINANDHence, sirs; away!
COSTARDWalk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA.
BIRONSweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace! 220
As true we are as flesh and blood can be:
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
Young blood doth not obey an old decree:
We cannot cross the cause why we were born;
Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn. 225
FERDINANDWhat, did these rent lines show some love of thine?
BIRONDid they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,
That, like a rude and savage man of Inde,
At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Bows not his vassal head and strucken blind 230
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
That is not blinded by her majesty?
FERDINANDWhat zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now? 235
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon;
She an attending star, scarce seen a light.
BIRONMy eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron:
O, but for my love, day would turn to night!
Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty 240
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,–
Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not: 245
To things of sale a seller’s praise belongs,
She passes praise; then praise too short doth blot.
A wither’d hermit, five-score winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, 250
And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy:
O, ’tis the sun that maketh all things shine.
FERDINANDBy heaven, thy love is black as ebony.
BIRONIs ebony like her? O wood divine!
A wife of such wood were felicity. 255
O, who can give an oath? where is a book?
That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack,
If that she learn not of her eye to look:
No face is fair that is not full so black.
FERDINANDO paradox! Black is the badge of hell, 260
The hue of dungeons and the suit of night;
And beauty’s crest becomes the heavens well.
BIRONDevils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
O, if in black my lady’s brows be deck’d,
It mourns that painting and usurping hair 265
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
Her favour turns the fashion of the days,
For native blood is counted painting now;
And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, 270
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
DUMAINTo look like her are chimney-sweepers black.
LONGAVILLEAnd since her time are colliers counted bright.
FERDINANDAnd Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack.
DUMAINDark needs no candles now, for dark is light. 275
BIRONYour mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be wash’d away.
FERDINAND‘Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain,
I’ll find a fairer face not wash’d to-day.
BIRONI’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. 280
FERDINANDNo devil will fright thee then so much as she.
DUMAINI never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
LONGAVILLELook, here’s thy love: my foot and her face see.
BIRONO, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! 285
DUMAINO, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as she walk’d overhead.
FERDINANDBut what of this? are we not all in love?
BIRONNothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn.
FERDINANDThen leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove 290
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.
DUMAINAy, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
LONGAVILLEO, some authority how to proceed;
Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
DUMAINSome salve for perjury. 295
BIRON‘Tis more than need.
Have at you, then, affection’s men at arms.
Consider what you first did swear unto,
To fast, to study, and to see no woman;
Flat treason ‘gainst the kingly state of youth. 300
Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young;
And abstinence engenders maladies.
And where that 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? 305
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, 310
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; 315
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself
And where we are our learning likewise is:
Then when ourselves we see in ladies’ eyes, 320
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 325
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, finding barren practisers,
Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: 330
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, 335
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: 340
Love’s feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl’d snails;
Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? 345
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
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write 350
Until his ink were temper’d 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; 355
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world:
Else none at all in ought proves excellent.
Then fools you were these women to forswear,
Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. 360
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, 365
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law,
And who can sever love from charity?
FERDINANDSaint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field! 370
BIRONAdvance your standards, and upon them, lords;
Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advised,
In conflict that you get the sun of them.
LONGAVILLENow to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by:
Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France? 375
FERDINANDAnd win them too: therefore let us devise
Some entertainment for them in their tents.
BIRONFirst, from the park let us conduct them thither;
Then homeward every man attach the hand
Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon 380
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.
FERDINANDAway, away! no time shall be omitted 385
That will betime, and may by us be fitted.
BIRONAllons! 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. 390
Exeunt

Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act 5, Scene 1