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I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, Moth. You are a gentleman, and a game ster, Sir.
at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her lo trial. Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish
Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart burn- of a complete man.
ing heal of duty.

Don Adriano de Armado. Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the
Biron. This is not so well as 1 look'd for but the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
best that ever I heard.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sırrah, Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three. what say you to this?

Arm. True. Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study? King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: Cot. I do confess much of the hearing of it, but and how easy it is to put years to the word three, little of the marking of it.

and study three years in two words, the dancing
King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment, horse will tell you.
to be taken with a wench.

Arm. A most fine figure?
Cost. I was taken with none, Sir; I was taken Moth. To prove you a cypher.

(Aside, with a damosel.

Arm. I will hereupon contess, I am in love; and, King. Weil, it was proclaim'd damosel.

as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love Cost. This was no damosel neither, Sir; she was with a base wench. If drawing my sword against & virgin.

the humour of affection would deliver me from the King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaiin'd, reprobate thought of it, I would take desire privirgin.

soner, and ransom him to any French courtier for Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was a new devised courtesy. I think scern to sigh ; taken with a maid.

methinks, I should out.swear Cupid. Comfort me, King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir. boy : What great men have been in love? Cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir.

Moth. Hercules, master. King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You Arm. Most sweet Hercules !- More authority, shall fast a week with bran and water.

dear boy, nanie more; and, sweet my child, let Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and them be men of good repute and carriage. porridge.

Moth. Sampson, master : he was a man of gond King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.- carriage, great carriage ; for he carried the townMy lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.

gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in And go we, lords, to put in practice that

love. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Samp(Ereunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. son! I do excel thee in iny rapier, as much as thou Biron. I'li lay my head to any good man's hat, didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn,

- Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth? Sirrah, come on.

Moth. A woman, master. Cost. I suffer for the truth, Sir : for true it is, I Arm. Of what complexion ? was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetla is a Moth. Of all the tour, or the three, or the two; trae girl; and therefore, welcome the sour cup of or one of the four. prosperity ! Affliction may one day smile again, and Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ? will then, Sit thee down, sorrow! (Ereunt. Moth. Of the sea-water green, Sir.

Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ? SCENE II.-Another part of the same.-ARMADO's Moth. As I have

r; and the best of them
House.

Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but
Enter ARMADO and MOTH.

to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her spirit grows melancholy ?

for her wit. Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad. Moth. It was so, Sir ; for she had a green wit.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. dear imp:

Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd Moth.'No, no; O lord, Sir, no.

under such colours, Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melan- Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. choly, my tender javenal .

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue,
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work- assist nie!
ing, my tough senior.

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty,
Arm. Why tough senior? Why tough senior? and pathetical!
Moth. Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal ? Moth. If she be made of white and red,

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent Her faults will ne'er be known; epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, we may nominate tender.

And fears by pale-white shown : Moth. 'And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title Then, if she tear, or be to blame, to your old time, which we may name tough.

By this you shall not know;
Årm. Pretty, and apt.

For still her cheeks possess the same,
Moth. How mean you, Sir? I pretty, and my Which native she doth owe..
saying apt? Or 1 apt, and my saying pretty ? A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
Arm. Thon pretty, because little.

white and red.
Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and
apt?

the Beggar? Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a balMoth. Speak you this in my praise, master? lad some three ages since : but, I think, now 'tis Arm. In thy condign praise.

not to be found ; or, if it were, it would neither Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. serve for the writing, nor the tune. Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ?

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth. That an eel is quick.

that I may example my digression + hy some mighty Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : thou precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that heatest my blood.

I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; Moth. I am answer'd, Sir.

she deserves well. Arm. I love not to be cross'd.

Moth. To be whipp'd ; and yet a better love than Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses + love my master.

(Aside. not him.

("A side. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Arm. I have promised to study three years with Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light the duke.

wench. Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.

Arm. 1 say, sing,
Arm. Impossible.

Moth. Forbear, till this company be past.
Moth. How many is one thrice told !
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it filteth the spirit of

Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUEN ETTA. a tapster.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep • A young man.

• of which she is naturally possessed. + The name of a coin once current.

Transgression.

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Costard safe : and you must let him take no de. In spending your wit in the praise of mine,
light, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days But now to task the tasker,--Good Boyet,
a-week: for this damsel, I must keep ber at the You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
park: she is allow'd for the day-wuinan.. Fare Voth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,

Till paintul study shall out-wear three years,
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid. No woman may approach his silent court :
Jaq. Man.

Therefore to us seeineth it a needful course,
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.

Before we enter his forbidden gales,
Jaq. That's hereby.

To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Arm. I know where it is situate.

Bold of your worthiness, we single you
Jaq. Lord, how wise you are !

As our best-moving fair solicitor :
Arm. I will tell thee wonders.

Tell hiin, the daughter of the king of France,
Jaq. With that face?

On serious business, craving quick dispatch, Arm. I love thee.

Importunes personal conference with his grace.
Jaq. So I heard you say.

Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Arm. And so farewell.

Like humble visaged suitors, his high will.
Jaq. Fair weather after you !

Boy. Proud ot einployment, willingly I go. (Erit.
Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. (Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Who are the votaries, iny loving lords, Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere That are vow-fellows with this virtuvus duke ? thou be pardon'd.

1 Lord. Longaville is one. Cost. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do Prin. Know you the man? it on a full stomach.

Mar. I know him, madam ; at a marriage feast, Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd.

Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized,
for they are but lightly rewarded.

In Normandy saw I this Longaville :
Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Well tilted in the arts, glorious in arms;

Cost. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will fast, Nothing becomes him ili, that he would well. being loose.

The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Moth. No, Sir; that were fast and loose : thou (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) shalt to prison.

Is a sharp wit matchi'd with too blunt a will ; Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still desolation that I have seen, some shall see

wills Moth. What shall some see?

It should none spare that come within his power. Cost. Nay, nothing, niaster Moth, but what they Prin. Some merry mocking lord, be like; is't so! look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent

Mar. They say so most, that most his humours in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing :

know, I thank God, I have as little patience as another Prin. Such short lived wits do wither as they man ; and therefore I can be quiet.

Flow. (Exeunt Moth and Costard. Who are the rest ? Arm. I do affect + the very ground, which is base, Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, Of all that virtue love for virtue loved :

youth, (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love : Most power to do most harm, Jeast knowing ill; and how can that be true love, which is falsely For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, attempted ? Love is a familiar ; Jove is a devil : And shape to win grace though he had no wit. there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ; so tempted ; and he had an excellent strength : yet And much too little of that good I saw, was Solomon so seduced ; and he had a very good Is my report, to bis great worthiness. wit. Cupid's butt-shattt is too hard for Hercules'

Rosa. Another of these students at that time club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's Was there with lim : if I bave heard a truth, rapier. The first and second cause will not serve Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello

Within the limit of becoming mirth
hé regards not ; his disgrace is to be call'd boy; I never spent an hour's talk withal :
but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour!

His eye begets occasion for his wit ;
Rust, rapier ! Be still,drum! For your manager is in For every object that the one doth catch,
love ; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ;
god of rhyne, for, I am sure I shall turn sonpeteer: Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,)
Bevise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes Delivers in such apl and gracious words,
in folio.

[Exit. That aged ears play truant at his lales,
ACT II.

And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble in his discourse.

Prin. God bless my ladies! Are they all in love;
SCENE 1.-Another Part of the same.- Pavilion That every one her own bath garnisbed
and Tents at a distance.

With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?

Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Enter the Princess of FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA,
KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Aliendants!

Re-enter BoYET.
Boy. Now, madam, summon up your dearest §

Prin. Now, what admittarce, Jord?
spirits :
Consider who the king your father sends;

Boyet. Navarre bad notice of your fair a
To whom he sends; and what's Iris embassy :

proach;

And he, and his competitors * in oath,
Yourselt, held precious in the world's esteem;

Were all address'd + io meet you, gentle lady,
To parley with the sole inheritor

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt,
Orall perfections that a nian may owe,

He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Matchless Navarre ; the plea of 110 less weight

(Like one that comes here to besiege bis court,) Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen.

Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,

To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.

[The ladies mask
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but

Attendants.
mean,
Needs not the painted Hourish of your praise; King. Fair princess, welcome to the couit of
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

Nararre.
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,

I have not yet : the roof of this court is too high
Than, you much willing to be counted wise to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too

base to be mine. • Dairy-woman.

Love.
* Arrow to shoot at butts with.

Best,
• Confederates.

+ Prepared.

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King. You shall be welcome, madam, to iny | As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, court.

Though so denied fair harbour in my honse.
Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thi- Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
ther.

To-morrow shall we visit you again.
King. Hear mc, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
Prin. Our lady help my lord ! He'll be forsworn.

grace!
King. Not for the world, fair madain, by my will. King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing

[Exeunt King and his Train, else.

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

heart.
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendatious; I would
wise,

be glad to see it.
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: Ros. Is the tool sick ?
Tis deadly sin to keep that oath any lord,

Biron. Sick at heart.
And sin to break it:

Ros. Alack, let it blood. But pardon me, I am too sudden bold;

Biron. Would that do it good!
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

Ros. My physic says, I'.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?
And suddenly resolve ine in my suit.

Ros. No poynt + with my knife.

(Gives a Paper. Biron. Now, God save thy life! King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

Hos. And yours t'rom long living!
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. (Retiring.
For you'll prove perjured, if you make me stay, Dum. Sir, I pray you a word : what lady is that
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

same?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Boyet. The heir of Alençon; Rosaline her name.
Biron. I know you did.

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Ros. How needless was it then

(Ea it. To ask the question !

Long. I beseech you, a word :- What is she in Biron. You must not be so quick.

the white ? Ros. Tis 'long of you that spur me with such Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in questions.

the light, Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her

tire. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire Biron. What time o' day!

that, were a shame. Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter 3 Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Long. God's blessing on your beard ! Biron. And send you inany lovers!

Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended : · Ros. Amen, so you be none.

She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate She is a most sweet lady.
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. (Erit Long.
Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Biron. What's her name, in the cap? Disbursed by my father in his wars.

Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

Biron. Is she wedded, or no 1
Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid Boyet. To her will, Sir, or so.
A hundred thousand more : in surety of the which, Biron. You are welcome, Sir; adien!
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

Boyet. Farewell to me, Sir, and welcome to you.
Although not valued to the money's worth.

(Exit Biron.--Ladies unmask. If then the king your father will restore

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry inad-cap lord; But that one half which is unsatisfied,

Not a word with him but a jest. We will give up our right in Aquitain,

Boyet. And every jest but a word. And hold fair friendship with his majesty.

Prin. It was well done of you, to take him at his But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

word. For here he doth demand to have repaid

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,

board. On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry !
To have his title live in Aquitain ;

Boyet. And wherefore not ships !
Which we much rather had depart withal, No sheep, sweet lamh, unless we feed on your lips.
And have the money by our father lent,

Mar. You sleep, and I pasture ; shall that finish
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

the jest? Dear princess, were not his requests so far

Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. Prom reason's yielding, your fair self should make

(Ofering to kiss her.
A yielding, 'gainst some reason in my breast; Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
And go well satisfied to France again.

My lips are po common, tbough several I they be.
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Boyet. Belonging to whom 3
And wrong the reputation of your name,

Mar. To my fortunes and me.
In so unseeming to confess receipt

Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

agree: King. I do protest I never heard of it;

The civil war of wits were much better used And if you prove it, I'll repay it back,

Ou Navarre and his book.men; for here 'tis abused.
Or yield up Aquitain.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom
Prin. We arrest your word :-
Boyet, you can pruduce acquittances,

By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes,
For such a sum, from special officers

Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Or Charles his father.

Prin. With what?
King. Satisfy me so.

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.
Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not Prin. Your reason?
come,

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their
Where that and other specialties are bound;

retire To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : King. It shall suflice me: at which interview, His heart, like an agate, with your print impressede All liberal reason I will yield unto.

Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
As honour, without breach of honour, may Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be
Make tender of to thy true worthiness :

All senses to that sense did make their repair,
You may not come, l'air princess, in my gates ; To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
But here without you shall be so received,

Ayes, yes. *** A French particle of negation,
• Whereas.

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LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
Metlionght, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Arm. Thy meaning, pretty tngentoast
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they Moth. Minimé, honest inaster; or rather, master,

were glass'd,
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. Arm. I say, lead is slow.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,

Moth. You are loo swift. Sir, to say so:
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : Is that lead slow which is tired from a gun!
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,

Ari. Sweet smoke of rhetoric !
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. He reputes me a cannon ; and the bullet, that's he :

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is disposed---I shoot thee at the swain.
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye Moth. Thump, then, and I fee.

(Erit. hath disclosed ;

Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of I only have made a mouth of his eye,

grace! By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy Rns. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st

face:
skilfilly.

Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news My h;rald is return'd.
of him.

Re-enter Moth and COSTARD.
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her
father is but grim.

Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ?

broken in a shin. Mar. No.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy Boyet. What then, do you see?

l'envoy i ;-begin. Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.

Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve Boyet. You are tvo hard for me. (Ereunt. in the mail, Sir : 0, Sir, plantain, a plain plantain;

no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, Sir, but a plantain ! ACT III.

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest Jaughter; thy

silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my langs 'SCENE I.- Another Part of the same. provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me,

my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for Enter ARMADO and Moth.

l'enroy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense Moih. Do the wise think them other? Is not of hearing,

l'enroy a salve ? Moth. Concolinel.

(Singing. Arm. No, page : it is an epilogue or discourse, to Arm. Sweet air !--Go, tenderness of

years; take

make plain this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. festinately * hither; I must employ him in a letter I will example it: to my love.

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Were still at odds, being but three.
French brawl + ?

There's the moral: now the l'envoy.
Arm. How mean'st thou? Brawling in French ? Moth. I will add the l'envoy · say the moral
Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off a

again. tune at the tongue's end, canary | to it with your Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh Were still at odds, being but three : a note, and sing a note ; sometime through the throat, Moth. Until the goose came out of door, as if you swallow'd love with singing love; some- And stay'd the odds by adding four. time through the nose, as if you snufi'd up love by Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er with my l'envoy. the shop of your eyes ; with your arms cross'd on The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or Were still at odds, being but three : your hands in your pocket, like a man after the Arm. Until the goose came out of door, old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, Staying the odds by adding four. but a snip and away :- These are compliments, these Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; are humours ; these betray nice wenches--that Would you desire more? would be betray'd witliout ihese ; and make them Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, men of note, (do you note, men ?) that most are af

that's flat :fected to these.

Sir, your penuy-worth is good, an your goose be Arm. How last thou purchased this experience ?

sat.
Moth. By my penny of observation,

To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose :
Arm. But 0,-but 0,-

Let me see a fat 'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Moth. —the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this
Arm. Calls't thɔu my love, hobby-horse?

argument begin?
Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, Moth. By saying, that a Costard was broken in a
and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you

shin. forgot your love ?

Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Arm. Almost I had.

Cost. True, and I for a plantairr; Thus came your Moth. Negligent student! Learn her by heart,

argument in : Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought:
Moth. And out of beart, master: all those three And he ended the market.
I will prove.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard
Arm. What wilt thou prove?

broken in a shin? Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and Moth. I will tell you sensibly. without, upon

the instant : by heart you love Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will her, because your heart cannot come by her: in speak that l'envoy :heart you love her, because your heart is in love 1, Costard, running out, that was safely within, with her ; and out of heart you love her, being Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. I am all these three.

Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. nothing at all.

Cost. 0, marry me to one Frances ;-I smell some Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me l'envoy, some goose, in this. a letter.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert im. be embassador for an ass !

mured, restrain'd, captivated, bound. Arm. Ha, ha! What sayest thou 3

Cost. True, true; and now you will be my pur-
Moth. Marry, Sir, you must send the ass upon the gation, and let me loose.
horse, for lie is very slow-gaited: but I go.

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du.
Arm. The way is but short ; away.
Moth. As swift as lead, Sir.

• Quick, ready.

+ A head,

An old French term for concluding verses • Hastily.

+ A kind of dance. which served either to convey the moral, or to ad Canary was the name of a spritely dance. dress the poem to some person.

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Tance, and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this : bear this significant to the country maid

ACT IV. Jáquenetta; there is ren.uneration ; (Giving him money.) for the best ward of mine honour is reward.

(Exit. ung my dependants. Moth, follow.

SCENE I.-Another Part of the same. Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, Katha adieu.

RINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my in. Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse cony • Jew!

(Erit Moth.

so hard Now will I look to his remaneration. Remunera- Against the steep uprising of the hill? tion ! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. three farthings remuneration.-What's the price of Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting this inkle ? A penny ;-No, I'll give you a remunera

mind.
tion ;-why, it carries it.-Remuneration !--why, Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ;
it is a fairer nanie than French Crown. I will never | On Saturday we will returu to France.-
buy and sell out of this word.

Then, Forester, my friend, where is the bnsh,
Enter BIRON.

That we must stand and play the murderer in?

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; Biron. 0, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly A stand, where you may make the tairest shoot, well met.

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot. Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon

And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. may a man buy for a rernuneration ?

For. Pardon me, inadam, for I meant not so.
Biron. What is a remuneration ?

Prin. What, what? First praise me, and again
Cost. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing.
Biron. o, why then, three farthings worth of O short-lived pride! Not fair ? alack for woel
silk.

For. Yes, madam, fair.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Prin. Nay, never paint me now;

Biron. 0, stay, slave; I must employ thee: Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
As thou wilt win my favour, good ray knave, Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ;
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

(Giving him Money. Cost. When would you have it done, Sir? Fair payment for foul words is inore than due. Biron. O, this afternoon.

For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir : fare you well. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.

O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
Birun. Why, villain, thou inust know first. But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow And shooting well is then accounted ill. morning.

Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Birun. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; slare, it is but this ;

If wounding, then it was to shew my skill, The princess comes to hunt here in the park,

That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And in her train there is a gentle lady;

And, out of question, so it is sometimes; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; name,

When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, and Rosaline they call her: ask for her ;

We bend to that the working of the heart:
And to her white hand see thou do commend As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon +; go. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.

(Gives him Money. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-soveCost. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon ! better than

reignty remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better: Most Only for praise sake, when they strive to be sweet guerdon !-I will do it, Sir, in print 1.- Guer-Lords o'er their lords? don-remuneration.

(Exit. Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford Biron. 0!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have To any lady that subdues a lord.

been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh;

Enter COSTARD. A eritic; nay, a night-watch constable;

Prin. Here comes a member of the commonA domineering pedant o'er the boy,

wealth. Than whom no mortal so magnificent !

Cost. God dig-you-den. all! Pray you, which is
This whimpled ý, whining, purblind, wayward boy ; the head lady?
This senior junior, viant-dwarf, Dan Cupid ;

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

that have no heads. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,

Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
Dread prince of plackets I, king of cud-pieces, Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! It is so; truth
Sole imperator, and great general

is truth, of trotting paritors 1,40 my little heart !

An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, And I to be a corporal of his field,

One of these maids' girdles for your waist should And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!

be fit. What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!

Are not you the chief womau? You are the thickest A woman, that is like a German clock,

here. Still a repairing; ever out of frame;

Prin. What's your will, Sir? What's your will? And never going aright, being a watch,

Cost. I have a lettter froin inonsieur Biron, to one But being watch'd that it may still go right!

lady Rosaline. Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend And, among three, to love the worst of all :

of mine : A whitely wauton with a velvet brow,

Stand aside, good bearer.- Boyet, you can carve;
With two pitch balls stack in her face for eyes; Break up this capon. +
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Boyet. I am bound to serve.-
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!

It is writ to Jaquenetta.
To pray for her? Go to : it is a plague

Prin. We will read it, I swear:
That Cupid will impose for my neglect

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give
of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Boyet. (Reads.) By heaven that thou art fair, is most
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous; truth

(Exit. itself, thut thou art lovely: more fairer than fair,

beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have ! Delightful. + Reward. commiseration on thy heroical vassal!

The mag With the utmost exactness.

nanimous and most illustrate t king Cophetua sef Hooded, veiled.

1 Petticoats. The officers of the spiritoal courts who serve • God give you good even. * Open this letter. citations.

* Illustrious.

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