FERDINAND

LET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen Tombs, And then grace us, in the disgrace of death: When spite of cormorant devouring Time, Then devour of this present breath may buy: That honour which shall bore his scythes keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore brave Conquerors, for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the hudge army of the world's desires. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world. Our Court shall be a lytlle Achademe, Still and contemplatyue in living art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longauill, Have sworn for three years term, to live with me: My fellow Scholars, and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this sedule here. Your oaths are passed, and now subscribe your names: That his own hand may strike his honour down, That violates the smallest branch herein, If you are armed to do, as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it to. Your oath is passed, to pass away from these. Why that to know which else we should not know. I, that is studies godlike recompense. These be the stops that hinder study quit, And train our intellects to vain delight. How well he's read to reason against reading. Berowne is Like and envious sneaping Frost, That bites the first born infants of the Spring. Well, fit you out: go home Berowne: adue. What say you Lords? why, this was quite forgotten. I that there is, our Court you know is haunted With a refined traveler of Spain, A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: On who the music of his own vain tongue Does ravish Like enchanting harmony: A man of compliments whom right and wrong Have chosen as vmpier of their mutiny. This child of Fancy that Armado hight, For interim to our studies shall relate, In high born words the worth of many a Knight: From Tawny Spain lost in the world's debate. How you delight my Lords I know not I, But I protest I love to hear him lie, And I will use him for my Minstrelsy. Will you hear this Letter with attention? So it is Peace. No words. So it is besedged with sable coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-geuing air: And as I am a Gentleman, betook my self to walk: the time When? about the sixth hour, When Beasts most graze, Birds best peck and Men fit down to that nourishment which is called Supper: So much for the time When. Now for the ground Which? which I mean I walked upon, it is ycliped Thy Park. Then for the place Where? where I mean, I did encounter that ob scene & most propostrous event that draws from ̄ my snowhite pen the ebon coloured Ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, suruayest, or seest. But to the place Where? It stands North Northeast & by East from the West corner of thy curious knotted garden; There did I see that low spirited Swain, that base Minnow of thy mirth, ( Clown. Me?) that unlettered small knowing soul, ( Clow. Me?) that shallow vassal ( Clown. Still me.) which as I remember, hight Costard, ( Clow. Oh me) sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaimed Edict and continen Cannon: Which with, o with, but with this I passion to say wherewith: With a child of our Grandmother Eve, a female; or for thy more sweet understanding a Woman: him, I (as my ever esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the m e of pu nishment by thy sweet Graces Gfficer Anthony Dull, a man of good reput, carriage b aring, and estimation. For Iaquenetta (so is the weaker vessel called) which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swain, I keep h r as a vessel of thy Laws fury, and shall at the least of thy sweet notice, bring h r to trial. Thine in all compliments of devoted and heartburning heat of duty. Done Adriano de Armado. Madame, your father here does intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, Being but the one half of, of and entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say that he, or we, as neither have Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more, in surety of the which, One partly of Aquitaine is bound to us, Although not valued to the moneys worth. If then the King your father will restore, But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitaine, And hold fair faiendship with his Majesty, But that it seems he little purposes: For here he does p maund to have repayed, A hundred thousand Crowns, and not demands One payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, To have his title live in Aquitaine. Which we much rather had depart withal, And have the money by our father lent, Then Aquitaine, so gelded as it is. Dear Princess were not his requests so far From reasons yielding, your fair self should make A yielding gainst some reason in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again. I do protest I never herd of it: And if you prove it, Ill repay it back, Or yield up Aquitaine. Satisfy me so. It shall suff see me; at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. M ane time receive such welcome at my hand, As honour (without breach of honour) may, Make tender of to thy true worthiness. You may not come (fair Princess) within my got S, But here without you shall be so receiude, As you shall deem your self lodged in my har Though so denied fair harbour in my house, Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farew To morrow shall we visit you again. How well this yielding rescewes thee from shame. We must of force dispense with this Decree, She must lie here on mere necessity. A letter from the magnifisent Armado. GReat Deputy the welkis Vizgerent, and sole dominatur of Navarre, my souls earth's God, and bodies fostering patron: Ay me! And mine too good Lord. Come sir, you blush: as his, your case is such. You chide at him, offending twice as much. You do not love Maria? Longauile, Did never Sonnet for her sake compile, Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush, And marked you both, and for you both did blush. I herd your guilty Rhymes, obserude your fashion: Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your pashion. Ay me says one! Oh Jove the other cries! One her hairs were Gold, Crystal the others eyes. You would for Paradise break Faith and troth, And Jove for your Love would infringe and oath. What will Berowne say when that he shall hear Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear. 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. Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betrayed thus to thy overview? Soft, Whither away so fast? A true man, or a the fe, that gall psalm so. What present hast thou there? What makes treason here? If it Mars nothing neither, The treason and you go in peace away together. Berowne read it over. Where hadst thou it? Where hadst thou it? What? What, did these rend lines show some love of thine? What zeal, what fury, hath inspire thee now? My Love (her Mistress) is a gracious Moon, She (and attending Star) scarce seen a light. By heaven, thy Love is black as Ebony. Oh paradox, Black is the badge of Hell, The hue of dungions, and the School of night: And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. And Aethiops of their sweet complexion crake. It good yours did: for sir to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not washed to day. No Devil will fright thee then so much as she. But what of this, are we not all in love? Then leave this chat, and good Berowne now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Saint Cupid then and Soldiers to the field. And win them too, therefore let us devise, Some entertainment for them in their Tents. Away, away, no time shall be omitted, That will be time and may by us befitted. Say to her we have measured many miles, To tread a Measure with her on this grass. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe bright Moon, and these thy Starts to shine, (Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyes. Then in our measure, do but vouchsafe one change, Fair sir, God save you: Where's the Princess? That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart, That put Armathoes Page out of his partly. All hail sweet Madame, and fair time of day. Consture my spaches better, if you may. We came to visit you, and purpose now, To lead you to our Court, vouchsafe it then. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Oh you have lived in desolation here, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. How Madame? Russians? We were descried, theyle mock us now dounright. Teach us sweet Madame, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse. Madame, I was. I was fair Madame. That more then all the world, I did respect her. Upon mine honour no. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. What mean you Madame: by my life my troth, I never swore this Lady such and oath. My faith and this, the Princess I did give, I knew her by this Jewel on her sleeve. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. I think Hector was not so clean timberd. How fares your Majesty? Madame Not so, I do beseech you stay. The extreme parts of time extremely forms, All causes to the purpose of his speed: And often at his very lose decides That, which long process could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtecie of Love, The holy suit which feign it would convince, Yet since Loves argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of Sorrow justle it From what it purposed, since to wail friends lost, Is not by much so holdsome profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Now at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves. If this, or more then this, I would deny, To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, The S worser ine hand of death close up mine eye. Hence herrite then my heart, is in thy breast. No Madame, we will bring you on your way. Come sir, it wants a twelvemonth and aday. And then 'twill end. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. So sweet a kiss the golden Sun gives not, To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose, As thy eye beams, when their fresh raise have smote. The night of Due that on my cheeks down flows. Nor shines the silver Moon one half so bright, Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As does thy face through tears of mine give light: Thou shinst in every tear that I do weep, No drop but as a Coach does carry thee: So ridest thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thy self, then thou will keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. Oh Queen of queen's, how far dost thou excel, No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the pader. Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here? What Longauill, and reading: listen ear. How now, What is in the ? Why dost thou tear it? Hence sirs, away. Fair Princess, Welcome to the court of Navarre. You shall be welcome Madame to my Court. Hear me deer Lady, I have sworn and oath, Not for the world fair Madame, by my will. Your Ladishyp is ignorant what it is. Madame I will, if suddenly I may. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place.