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| Love's Labour's Lost
| Act 4, Scene 2
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Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULLSIR NATHANIEL
Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimonyHOLOFERNES
of a good conscience.
The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripeSIR NATHANIEL
as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in
the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven;
and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra,
the soil, the land, the earth.
Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetlyHOLOFERNES
varied, like a scholar at the least: but, sir, I
assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.DULL
'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.HOLOFERNES
Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind ofDULL
insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of
explication; facere, as it were, replication, or
rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his
inclination, after his undressed, unpolished,
uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather,
unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to
insert again my haud credo for a deer.
I said the deer was not a haud credo; twas a pricket.HOLOFERNES
Twice-sod simplicity, his coctus!SIR NATHANIEL
O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bredDULL
in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he
hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not
replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in
the duller parts:
And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be,
Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that
do fructify in us more than he.
For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,
So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:
But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
You two are book-men: can you tell me by your witHOLOFERNES
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five
weeks old as yet?
Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.DULL
What is Dictynna?SIR NATHANIEL
A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.HOLOFERNES
The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,DULL
And raught not to five weeks when he came to
The allusion holds in the exchange.
'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.HOLOFERNES
God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holdsDULL
in the exchange.
And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; forHOLOFERNES
the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside
that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed.
Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaphSIR NATHANIEL
on the death of the deer? And, to humour the
ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed a pricket.
Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shallHOLOFERNES
please you to abrogate scurrility.
I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility.SIR NATHANIEL
The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty
Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made
sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps
Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.
If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores
Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.
A rare talent!DULL
[Aside] If a talent be a claw, look how he clawsHOLOFERNES
him with a talent.
This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; aSIR NATHANIEL
foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures,
shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions,
revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of
memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and
delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the
gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am
thankful for it.
Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may myHOLOFERNES
parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by
you, and their daughters profit very greatly under
you: you are a good member of the commonwealth.
Mehercle, if their sons be ingenuous, they shallJAQUENETTA
want no instruction; if their daughters be capable,
I will put it to them: but vir sapit qui pauca
loquitur; a soul feminine saluteth us.
Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD
God give you good morrow, master Parson.HOLOFERNES
Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if one should beCOSTARD
pierced, which is the one?
Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead.HOLOFERNES
Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in aJAQUENETTA
tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough
for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.
Good master Parson, be so good as read me thisHOLOFERNES
letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me
from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.
Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbraSIR NATHANIEL
Ruminat,--and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I
may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice;
Chi non ti vede non ti pretia.
Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee
not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.
Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or rather,
as Horace says in his--What, my soul, verses?
Ay, sir, and very learned.HOLOFERNES
Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse; lege, domine.SIR NATHANIEL
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd!
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove:
Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like
Study his bias leaves and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live that art would
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend,
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire:
Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder,
Which not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong,
That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue.
You find not the apostraphas, and so miss theJAQUENETTA
accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are
only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy,
facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret.
Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso,
but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of
fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing:
so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper,
the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin,
was this directed to you?
Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strangeHOLOFERNES
I will overglance the superscript: 'To theJAQUENETTA
snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady
Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of
the letter, for the nomination of the party writing
to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all
desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this
Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here
he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger
queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of
progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my
sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the
king: it may concern much. Stay not thy
compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.
Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!COSTARD
Have with thee, my girl.SIR NATHANIEL
Exeunt COSTARD and JAQUENETTA
Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, veryHOLOFERNES
religiously; and, as a certain father saith,--
Sir tell me not of the father; I do fear colourableSIR NATHANIEL
colours. But to return to the verses: did they
please you, Sir Nathaniel?
Marvellous well for the pen.HOLOFERNES
I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupilSIR NATHANIEL
of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please
you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my
privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid
child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I
will prove those verses to be very unlearned,
neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention: I
beseech your society.
And thank you too; for society, saith the text, isHOLOFERNES
the happiness of life.
And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.
To DULLSir, I do invite you too; you shall not
say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at
their game, and we will to our recreation.
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