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Dramatis Perfonæ.

FERDINAND, King of Navarre.





three Lords attending upon the King in his


Macard, } Lords, attending upon the Princess of France.

Don Adriano de Armado, a fantaftical Spaniard.
Nathaniel, a Curate.

Dull, a Conftable.

Holofernes, a Schoolmaster.

Coftard, a Clown.

Moth, Page to Don Adriano de Armado.

A Forefter.

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Officers, and others, Attendants upon the King and Princefs.

SCENE, the King of Navarre's Palace, and the Country near it.


A C T I.

SCENE, The Palace.

Enter the King, Biron, Longaville and Dumain.



ET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live regiftred upon our brazen tombs;
And then grace us in the difgrace of death;
When, fpight of cormorant devouring time,
Th' endeavour of this prefent breath may buy
That honour which fhall 'bate his fcythe's keen edge;
And make us heirs of all eternity.

Therefore brave Conquerors! for fo you are,
That war against your own Affections,
And the huge army of the world's defires;
Our late edict fhall ftrongly ftand in force.
Navarre fhall be the wonder of the world,
Our Court shall be a little academy,
Still and contemplative in living arts.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have fworn for three years term to live with me,
My fellow Scholars; and to keep thofe Statutes,
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That are recorded in this schedule here.

Your oaths are past, and now fubfcribe your names:
That his own hand may ftrike his honour down,
That violates the fmalleft branch herein:

If you are arm'd to do, as fworn to do,
Subfcribe to your deep oaths, and keep them too.
Long. I am refolv'd; 'tis but a three years faft:
The mind fhall banquet tho' the body pine;
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortify'd;
The groffer manner of thefe world's delights
He throws upon the grofs world's bafer flaves:...
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
With all these living in philofophy.

Biron. I can but fay their proteftation over,
So much (dear liege) I have already fworn,
That is, to live and ftudy here three years:
But there are other ftrict obfervances;
As, not to see a woman in that term,
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there.
And one day in a week to touch no food,
And but one meal on every day befide;
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there.
And then to fleep but three hours in the night,
And not be feen to wink of all the day;
(When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day ;)
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there.
O, thefe are barren tafks, too hard to keep;
Not to fee ladies, ftudy, faft, not fleep.

King. Your Oath is pafs'd to pafs away from thefe. Biron. Let me fay, no, my liege, an' if you please; I only fwore to ftudy with your Grace,

And stay here in your Court for three years' space.
Long. You fwore to that, Biron, and to the rest.
Biron. By yea and nay, Sir, then I fwore in jeft.
What is the end of ftudy? let me know?

King. Why, that to know, which elfe we fhould not know.

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