Act 4 - Scene 3
Enter BIRON, with a paper
The 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
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:
proved again o' my side! I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her
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
and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my
sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool
it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter
fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care
if the other three were in. Here comes one
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
Enter FERDINAND, with a paper
[Aside] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid:
thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the
pap. In faith, secrets!
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
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
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 thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make
O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper:
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.
Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear!
Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper
Ay me, I am forsworn!
Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.
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