Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill?

Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill?

was that the king that spurred his horse so hard against the steep uprising of the hill

I know not, but I think it was not he.

I know not, but I think it was not he.

i know not, but i think it was not he

Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind. Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch; On Saturday we will return to France. Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and play the murderer in?

Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind. Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch; On Saturday we will return to France. Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and play the murderer in?

whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind

Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice, A stand where you may make “the fairest shoot”.

Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice, A stand where you may make “the fairest shoot”.

hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice, a stand where you may make “the fairest shoot”

I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon you speak’st the fairest shoot.

I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon you speak’st the fairest shoot.

i thank my beauty, i am fair that shoot, and thereupon you speak’st the fairest shoot

Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

pardon me, madam, for i meant not so

What, what? First praise me, and again say no? O short-lived pride! Not fair? Alack for woe!

What, what? First praise me, and again say no? O short-lived pride! Not fair? Alack for woe!

what, what

Yes, madam, fair.

Yes, madam, fair.

yes, madam, fair

Nay, never paint me now. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:

Nay, never paint me now. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:

nay, never paint me now

Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.

Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.

nothing but fair is that which you inherit

See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, yough foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow. Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do’t; If wounding, then it was to show my skill, That more for praise than purpose meant to kill. And out of question so it is sometimes, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes, When, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward pare, We bend to that the working of the heare; As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer’s blood, that my heare means no ill.

See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, yough foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow. Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do’t;

see, see, my beauty will be saved by merit

Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise’ sake, when they strive to be Lords o’er their lords?

Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise’ sake, when they strive to be Lords o’er their lords?

do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty only for praise’ sake, when they strive to be lords o’

Only for praise; and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.

Only for praise; and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.

only for praise; and praise we may afford to any lady that subdues a lord

Hbefore comes a member of the commonwealth.

Hbefore comes a member of the commonwealth.

hbefore comes a member of the commonwealth

God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?

God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?

god dig-you-den all

Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads

Which is the greatest lady, the highest?

Which is the greatest lady, the highest?

which is the greatest lady, the highest

The thickest and the tallest.

The thickest and the tallest.

the thickest and the tallest

The thickest and the tallest. It is so, truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest here.

The thickest and the tallest. It is so, truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest here.

the thickest and the tallest

What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?

What’s your gonna, sir? What’s your gonna?

what’s your will, sir what’s your will

I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline.

I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline.

i have a letter from monsieur berowne to one lady rosaline

O, your letter, your letter! He’s a good friend of mine. Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve. Break up this capon.

O, your letter, your letter! He’s a good friend of mine. Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve. Break up this capon.

o, your letter, your letter

I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook; it importeth none here. It is writ to Jaquenetta.

I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook; it importeth none here. It is writ to Jaquenetta.

i am bound to serve

We will read it, I swear. Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.

We will read it, I swear. Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.

we will read it, i swear

you are beauteous; truth itself that you are lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on your heroical vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon, and he it was that might rightly say,_ “Veni, vidi, vici,” _which to annothanize in the vulgar—O base and obscure vulgar!_—videlicet, _He came, see, and overcame. He came, one; see, two; overcame, three. Who came? The King. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar. The conclusion is victory. On whose side? The King’s. The captive is enriched. On whose side? The beggar’s. The catastrophe is a nuptial. On whose side? The King’s? No, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King, for so stands the comparison; you the beggar, for so witnesseth your lowliness. Shall I command your love? I may. Shall I enforce your love? I could. Shall I entreat your love? I will. What shalt you exchange for rags? Robes. For tittles? Titles. For yourself? Me. Thus expecting your reply, I profane my lips on your foot, my eyes on your picture, and my heare on your every pare. Thine in the dearest design of industry, Don Adriano de Armado. Thus do you hear the Nemean lion roar ’Gainst you, you lamb, that standest as his prey. Submissive fall his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play. But if you strive, poor soul, what are you then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den._

you are beauteous; truth itself that you are lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on your heroical vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon, and he it was tha

you are beauteous; truth itself that you are lovely

What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear better?

What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear better?

what plume of feathers is he that indited this letter

I am much deceived but I remember the style.

I am much deceived but I remember the style.

i am much deceived but i remember the style

Else your memory is bad, going o’er it beforewhile.

Else your memory is bad, going o’er it beforewhile.

else your memory is bad, going o’er it beforewhile

This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court, A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the Prince and his book-mates.

This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court, A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the Prince and his book-mates.

this armado is a spaniard that keeps here in court, a phantasime, a monarcho, and one that makes spo

Thou, fellow, a word. Who gave you this letter?

Thou, fellow, a word. Who gave you this letter?

thou, fellow, a word who gave you this letter

I told you: my lord.

I told you: my lord.

i told you: my lord

To whom should you give it?

To whom should you give it?

to whom shouldst you give it

From my lord to my lady.

From my lord to my lady.

from my lord to my lady

From which lord to which lady?

From which lord to which lady?

from which lord to which lady

From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine, To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.

From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine, To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.

from my lord berowne, a good master of mine, to a lady of france that he called rosaline

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away. Here, sweet, put up this: ’twill be thine another day.

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away. Here, sweet, put up this: ’twill be thine another day.

thou hast mistaken his letter

Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?

Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?

who is the shooter who is the shooter

Shall I teach you to know?

Shall I teach you to know?

shall i teach you to know

Ay, my continent of beauty.

Ay, my continent of beauty.

ay, my continent of beauty

Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off!

Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off!

why, she that bears the bow finely put off

My lady goes to kill horns, but if you marry, Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on!

My lady goes to kill horns, but if you marry, Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on!

my lady goes to kill horns, but if you marry, hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry

Well, then, I am the shooter.

Well, then, I am the shooter.

well, then, i am the shooter

And who is your deer?

And who is your deer?

and who is your deer

If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. Finely put on indeed!

If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. Finely put on indeed!

if we choose by the horns, yourself come not near

You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.

You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.

you still wrangle with her, boyet, and she strikes at the brow

But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?

But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?

but she herself is hit lower have i hit her now

Shall I come upon you with an old saying, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?

Shall I come upon you with an old saying, that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?

shall i come upon you with an old saying, that was a man when king pepin of france was a little boy,

So I may answer you with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinevere of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

So I may answer you with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinevere of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

so i may answer you with one as old, that was a woman when queen guinevere of britain was a little w

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, thou canst not hit it, my good man

An I cannot, cannot, cannot, An I cannot, another can.

An I cannot, cannot, cannot, An I cannot, another can.

an i cannot, cannot, cannot, an i cannot, another can

By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!

By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!

by my troth, most pleasant how both did fit it

A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.

A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.

a mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it

A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it may be.

A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it may be.

a mark

Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.

Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.

wide o’ the bow hand i’ faith, your hand is out

Indeed, a’ must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the clout.

Indeed, a’ must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the clout.

indeed, a’ must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the clout

An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.

An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.

an if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in

Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.

Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.

then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin

Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul.

Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul.

come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul

She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her to bowl.

She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her to bowl.

she’s too hard for you at pricks, sir

I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.

I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.

i fear too much rubbing good night, my good owl

By my soul, a swain, a most simple clown! Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down! O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armado, o’ the one side, O, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan! To see him kiss his hand and how most sweetly he will swear! And his page o’ t’other side, that handful of wit! Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit.

By my soul, a swain, a most simple clown! Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down! O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armado, o’ the one side, O, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady and to be

by my soul, a swain, a most simple clown