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.A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows!PRINCESS OF FRANCE.But, Katharine, what was sent to you fromfairDumain?KATHARINE.Madam, this glove.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.Did he not send you twain?KATHARINE.Yes, madam; and, moreover,Some thousand verses of a faithful lover;A huge translation of hypocrisy,Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.MARIA.This, and these pearl, to me sent Longaville;The letter is too long by half a mile.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.I think no less.Dost thou not wish inheartThe chain were longer and the letter short?MARIA.Ay, or I would these hands might never part.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.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 pertaunt-like would I o'ersway his stateThat he should be my fool, and I his fate.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.None are so surely caught, when they arecatch'd,As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wisdom hatch'd,Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school,And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.ROSALINE.The blood of youth burns not with such excessAs gravity's revolt to wantonness.MARIA.Folly in fools bears not so strong a noteAs fool'ry in the wise when wit doth dote,Since all the power thereof it doth applyTo prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.Enter BOYETPRINCESS OF FRANCE.Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.BOYET.O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her Grace?PRINCESS OF FRANCE.Thy news, Boyet?BOYET.Prepare, madam, prepare!Arm, wenches, arm! Encounters mounted areAgainst your peace.Love doth approach disguis'd,Armed in arguments; you'll be surpris'd.Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.Saint Dennis to Saint Cupid! What are theyThat charge their breath against us? Say, scout, say.BOYET.Under the cool shade of a sycamoreI thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;When, lo, to interrupt my purpos'd rest,Toward that shade I might behold addrestThe King and his companions; warilyI stole into a neighbour thicket by,And overheard what you shall overhear-That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here.Their herald is a pretty knavish page,That well by heart hath conn'd 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 doubtPresence 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 fear'd her had she been a devil.'With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder,Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.One rubb'd his elbow, thus, and fleer'd, and sworeA better speech was never spoke before.Another with his finger and his thumbCried 'Via! we will do't, come what will come.'The third he caper'd, and cried 'All goes well.'The fourth turn'd 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 OF FRANCE.But what, but what, come they to visit us?BOYET.They do, they do, and are apparell'd thus,Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess.Their purpose is to parley, court, and dance;And every one his love-feat will advanceUnto his several mistress; which they'll knowBy favours several which they did bestow.PRINCESS OF FRANCE.And will they so? The gallants shall betask'd,For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;And not a man of them shall have the grace,Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.Hold, Rosaline, this favour 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.And change you favours too; so shall your lovesWoo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.ROSALINE.Come on, then, wear the favours most in sight.KATHARINE.But, in this changing, what is your intent?PRINCESS OF FRANCE.The effect of my intent is to cross theirs.They do it but in mocking merriment,And mock for mock is only my intent.Their several counsels they unbosom shallTo loves mistook, and so be mock'd withalUpon the next occasion that we meetWith visages display'd to talk and greet.ROSALINE.But shall we dance, if they desire us to't?PRINCESS OF FRANCE.No, to the death, we will not move a foot,Nor to their penn'd 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 OF FRANCE.Therefore I do it; and I make no doubtThe 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 mock'd depart away with shame.[Trumpet sounds within]BOYET.The trumpet sounds; be mask'd; the maskers come.[The LADIES mask]Enter BLACKAMOORS music, MOTH as Prologue, theKING and his LORDS as maskers, in the guise of RussiansMOTH.All hail, the richest heauties on the earth!BOYET [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]