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Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos’dBoyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd :
260 I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st
skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news
of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her fa
ther is but grim.
ACT III. SCENE 1.
The Park; near the Palace. Enter ARMADO, and
Armado. WARBLE, child; make passionate my sense of
hearing. Moth. Concolinel
[Singing. Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years ; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither; I must employ him in a letter to
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl ?
8 Arm. How mean’st thou ? brawling in French ?
Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids ; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with singing love ; sometime through the nose, as if you
love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes ; with your arms cross'd on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit 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 complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches--that would be betray'd without these ; and make the men of note (do you note men!) that are most affected to these.
24 Arm. How hast thou purchas'd this experience ? Moth. By my penny of observation. Arm. But 0,-buto Moth. --the hobby-horse is forgot. Arm. Call'st thou my love, hobby-horse ?
Moth. No, Master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney.
But have you forgot your love
Arm. Almost I had.
Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three I will prove.
Arm. What wilt thou prove ?
Moth. A man, if I live ; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant : By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her : in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.
Arm. I am all these three.
Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.
Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me a letter.
49 Moth. A message well sympathis’d; a horse to be embassador for an ass!
Arm. Ha, ha? what sayest thou?
Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.
Arm. The way is but short; away.
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
no. Arm. I say, lead is slow.
60 Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so : Is that lead slow, which is fir'd from a gun ? Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!
He reputes me a cannon ; and the bullet, that's he :
[Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of
grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy
face : Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.
Re-enter Moth, and COSTARD..
Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard broken
in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle ; come, -thy
l'envoy ;-begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the male, Sir : O Sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, or salve, Sir, but a plantain !
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs, provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my. stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve ?
82 Moch. Doth the wise think them other is not l'envoy a salve? Arm. No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it :
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy ; Say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, 91
Were still at odds, being but three ;. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble bee,
Were still at odds, being but three : Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you desire inore? Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose,
that's flat:Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be
fat. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin?
Moth. By saying, that a Costard was broken in a shin, Then call'd
for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; thus came your argument in: