A PLEASANT Nauar Our Ci Still an Conceited Comedie CALLED, Loues labors loft. As it vvas presented before her Highnes Newly corrected and augmented [The whole Play is in the King of Nauars Parke.] Actus Primus.§ Scena Prima. Enter, FERDINAND, King of Nauar, BEROVVNE, LONGAUILL, L Ferdinand. ET Fame, that all hunt after in their lyues, When, fpight of cormorant deuouring Time, Thendeuour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his fythes keene edge, And make vs heires of all eternitie. Therefore, braue Conquerours, (for so you are, That warre agaynft your owne affections, And the hudge armie of the worldes defires,) Haue fworne, for three yeeres tearme, to liue with me, My fellow Schollers, and to keepe those statutes That are recorded in this fedule here. Your othes are paft; and now fubscribe your names, That his owne hand may ftrike his honour downe, That violates the smallest branch herein. If you are armd to do, as fworne to do, Subscribe to your deepe othes, and keepe it too. Longauill. I am refolued! tis but a three* yeeres The minde fhall banquet, though the body pine. Dumaine. My louing Lord! Dumaine is mortefied To loue, to wealth, to pompe*, I pine and die; [Signs] 31 With all these [points to FER., B., L.] lyuing in Philofophie. So much, deare Liedge, I haue already fworne, Ferd. Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Ber. Things hid & bard† (you meane) from commont To know the thing I am forbid to know: 64 *31. pompe] F. pome Q. cammon Q. Or, hauing fworne too hard a keeping oth, Studie knowes that which yet it doth not know : Ferd. These be the stopps that hinder ftudie quite*, Bero. Why! all delightes are vaine; but that most vaine, Who, dazling fo, that eye fhalbe his heed, And giue him light, that it was blinded by. Haue no more profite of their fhyning nights, Then those that walke, and wot not what they are. Too much to know, is to know nought but fame; And euery Godfather can giue a name. Ferd. How well hees read, to reason against reading! Dum. Proceeded well, to ftop all good proceeding! Lon. He weedes the corne, & ftill lets grow the weeding. |