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Is heavy-in my tongue. The king your father-
life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told. Biron. Worthies, away ; the scene begins to cloud.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
[Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious lords,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief: -And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladies, Hath much deform’d us, fashioning our humours. Even to the opposed end of our intents : And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love ;
Dum. Our letters,madam,show'd much more than jest."
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Prin. A time, methinks, too short
 That is, tempted us. JOHNSON
 This line is obscure. Bombast was a kind of loose texture not unlike what is now called wadding used to give the dresses of that time bulk and protuberance, without much increase of weight ; whence the same name is given to a tumour of words unsupported by solid sentiment. The princess, ther fore, says, that they considered this courtship as but bombast, as something to fill out life, which not being closely united with it, might be thrown away at pleasure. JOHNSON.
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
Hence ever then, my heart is in thy breast. [Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me? Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury ; Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, A twelve month shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick.?]
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me?
Kath. A wife! a beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. (), shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelve-month and a day
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
 These six verses both Dr. Thirlby and Mr. Warburton concur to think should be expunged; and, therefore I have put them between crotchets : not that they were an interpolation, but as the author's draught, which he afterwards rejected, and executed the same thought a little lower with much more spirit and elegance. THEOBALD,
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me,
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Ros. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, 3 Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, And I will have you, and that fault withal ; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation.
Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. 4
 Dear should here, as in many other places, be dere, sad, odious. JOH.
 The characters of Biron and Rosaline suffer much by comparison with those of Benedick and Beatrice We know that Love's Labour's Lost was the elder performance; and as our author grew more experienced in dramatic writing, he might have seen how much he could improve on his own originals. To this circumstance, perhaps, we are indebted for the more perfect comedy of Much Ado about Nothing. STEEVENS.
Prin. Ay, sweet my lord ; and so I take my leave.
[To the King. King. No, madam : we will bring you on your way.
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play ;
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave : I am a votary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Arm. Holla ! approach.Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Moth, COSTARD, and
others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring ; the one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo Ver, begin.
Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
 Gerard: in his Herbal: 1 597, says; th it the fius cuculi cardamine, &c. are called " in English cuckoo-flowers, in Norfolk Canterbu: y-bells, and at Namptwich in Cheshire ladie-smocks " Shaksp are, however, might not hav. bec! sufficiently skilled in botany to be aware of this P rticular
Mr Toilst has observed, that Lyte in his Herbal, 1578 and 1579, remarks, that cowslips are in French, of soire c llet coquu pr me vere, and brayes de coquu. This, he thinks, will sufficiently account for our author's cukoobuds, by which he supposes cow slip.buds to be meant. STEEV.