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And have the mony by our father lent,
Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
Prin. We arrest your word:
King. Satisfie me so.
Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come,
King. It shall suffice me; at which interview,
you shall deem your self lodg'd in my heart,
Exit. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Rof. I pray you, do my commendations;
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
knife. Biron. Now God fave thy life! Rof. And yours from long living! Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. Exit. Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is thao
same'? Boyet. The heir of Alanson, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady ; Monsieur, fare you well.
[Exit Long. I beseech you, a word: what is the in white? Boyet. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the
light. Long. Perchance, light in the light; I desire her Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to defire Thac;
were a shame.
Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended.
Long. Nay, my choller is ended :
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir ; that may be. (Exit Long.
Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu !
[Exit Biron. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. And every jeft but a word.
Boyet. And wherefore not ships ?
the jest ?
Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies)
Prin. With what?
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
inchanted with gazes:
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos’d-
ther is but grim.
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Park; near the Palace.
Enter Armado and Moth.
Arm. Warble, child; make paffionate my sense of
[Singing Arm. Sweet Air! go, tenderness of years; take this key, give inlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither : I must employ him in a letter to
love with a French brawl?
Arm. How mean'st thou, brawling in French?
Moth. No, my compleat master ; but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids ; sigh a note and sing a note ; sometimes through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with finging love; sometimes through the nose, as if you snuft up love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms croft on your thinbelly doublet, like a rabbet on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting ; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: these are 'complishments, these are humours; these betray nice wenches that would be betray'd without these, and make them men of note (do you note me?) that are most affected to these?
Arm. How halt thou purchas'd this experience ?
Arm. But O, but o
1 these are coMPLEMENTS.] We should read, 'COMPLISHMENTS, i. r. accomphshments,
2 Arm. But o, but o
Moth. The Hobby-horse is forgot.] In the celebration of Mayday, befides the sports now usd of hanging a pole with garlands, and dancing round it, formerly a boy was dreft up representing Maid Marian ; another, like a Frjar ; and another rode on a Hobby-horse, with bells jingling, and painted streamers. After the reformation took place, and Precisans multiplied, these latter rites were lookd upon to favour of paganism; and then maid Marian, the fryer, and the poor Hobby-borse, were tura'd out