Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others’ books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven’s lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame,
And every godfather can give a name.
KING
How well he’s read, to reason against reading!
DUMAINE
Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding.
LONGUEVILLE
He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding.
BIRON
The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding.
DUMAINE
How follows that?
BIRON
Fit in his place and time.
DUMAINE
In reason nothing.
BIRON
Something then in rhyme.
KING
Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
BIRON
Well, say I am! Why should proud summer boast
Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Why should I joy in any abortive birth?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows,
But like of each thing that in season grows.
So you to study, now it is too late,
Climb o’er the house to unlock the little gate.
KING
Well, sit you out. Go home, Biron. Adieu.
BIRON
No, my good lord, I have sworn to stay with you.
And though I have for barbarism spoke more
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I’ll keep what I have sworn,
And bide the penance of each three years’ day.
Give me the paper. Let me read the same,
And to the strict’st decrees I’ll write my name.
KING (giving a paper)
How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!
BIRON (reads) ‘Item: that no woman shall come within a mile of my court.’ Hath this been proclaimed?
LONGUEVILLE Four days ago.
BIRON Let’s see the penalty. ‘On pain of losing her tongue.’ Who devised this penalty?
LONGUEVILLE Marry, that did I.
BIRON Sweet lord, and why?
LONGUEVILLE
To fright them hence with that dread penalty.
BIRON
A dangerous law against gentility.
‘Item: if any man be seen to talk with a woman within
the term of three years, he shall endure such public
shame as the rest of the court can possible devise.’
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For well you know here comes in embassy
The French King’s daughter with yourself to speak—
A maid of grace and complete majesty—
About surrender-up of Aquitaine
To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid father.
Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes th’admirèd Princess hither.
KING
What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot.
BIRON
So study evermore is overshot.
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
’Tis won as towns with fire—so won, so lost.
KING
We must of force dispense with this decree.
She must lie here, on mere necessity.
BIRON
Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years’ space;
For every man with his affects is born,
Not by might mastered, but by special grace.
If I break faith, this word shall speak for me:
I am forsworn on mere necessity.
So to the laws at large I write my name,
And he that breaks them in the least degree
Stands in attainder of eternal shame.
He signs
Suggestions are to other as to me,
But I believe, although I seem so loath,
I am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?
KING
Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted
With a refined traveller of Spain,
A man in all the world’s new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
One who the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony;
A man of complements, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny.
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,
For interim to our studies shall relate
In high-borne 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.
BIRON
Armado is a most illustrious wight,
A man of fire-new words, fashion’s own knight.
LONGUEVILLE
Costard the swain and he shall be our sport,
And so to study three years is but short.
Enter a constable, Anthony Dull, with Costard with a letter
DULL Which is the Duke’s own person?
BIRON This, fellow. What wouldst?
DULL I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace’s farborough. But I would see his own person in flesh and blood.
BIRON This is he.
DULL Senor Arm—Arm—commends you. There’s villainy abroad. This letter will tell you more.
COSTARD Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. KING A letter from the magnificent Armado.
BIRON How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.
LONGUEVILLE A high hope for a low heaven. God grant us patience.
BIRON To hear, or forbear laughing?
LONGUEVILLE To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both.
BIRON Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.
COSTARD The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
BIRON In what manner?