Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away! Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose. Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see. Moth. What shall some see? Cost. Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be 170 too silent in their words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank God I have as little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Costard. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? 180 Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club; and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his 190 disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valor! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT SECOND SCENE I The same. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants. Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: Consider who the king your father sends; Of all perfections that a man may owe, 10 Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Than you much willing to be counted wise 20 Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will. Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast, 40 Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: 45. "Well fitted in arts"; the second Folio inserts "the," omitted in the earlier editions.-I. G. Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; 50 It should none spare that come within his power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is 't so? Mar. They say so most that most his humors know. Prin. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Ros. Another of these students at that time 61 Was there with him, if I have heard the truth. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: 70 |