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Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought;
And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me: how was there a Costard broken in a shin?

Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will
speak that l'envoy :-
I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, 120
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cos. "Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah, Costard, I will enfranchise thee.

Cos. O, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound.

Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purga. tion, and let me loose.

131 Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance ; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ; [Giving him Money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I, Signior Costard, adieu.

[ Exit. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's fiesh! my incony Jew!

139 Now will I look to liis remuneration. Remunerą,

tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : three farthings--remuneration.—What's the price of this inkle ? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration !--why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.

Inter Biron.

Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly well met.

Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?

150 Biron. What is a remuneration ? Cost. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O, why then, three-farthing-worth of silk, Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you.

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee :
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon,
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. 160
Biron. O; thou knowest not what it is.
Lost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Bircn. Why, villain, thou must know first.

Cost. I will come to your worsh to-morrow morning.

Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this ;= The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Dij

And

And in her train there is a gentle lady: When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,

170 And Rosaline they call her; ask for her; And to her sweet hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.

[Gives him Money. Cost. Guerdon,–0 sweet guerdon! better than remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : Most sweet guerdon!--I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon-remuneration.

[Exit. Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humourous sigh ;

180 A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy ; This signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malecontents, Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general Of trotting paritors,--O my little heart ! "And I to be a corporal of field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? what? I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing; ever out of frame;

And

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And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all:
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard ;
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan ;
Some men inust love my lady, and some Joan.

[Exit.

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A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace, Enter the

Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

Princess. WA

A s that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

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

Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting mind, Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch Diij

On

On Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in ?

· For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. 10

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

For; Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again say,

no ?

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O short-liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe !

For. Yes, madam, fair.

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

[Giving him Money,
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you

inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit,
O heresy in fair, fit for these days !
A giving hand, though 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 shew my skill,
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill, 30
And out of question, so it is sometimes;
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,

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