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 purgation, 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 flesh! my incony Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. 139 Remunera 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. Enter 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 ? Biron. What is a remuneration ? Cost. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing. 150 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, 160 Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. O; thou knowest not what it is. Lost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Biren. Why, villain, thou must know first. Cost. I will come to your worship 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, And in her train there is a gentle lady: When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her; ask for her; 170 And to her sweet hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go." [Gives him Money. Cost. Guerdon,-O 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; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting paritors,-O my little heart!- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Still a repairing; ever out of frame; 180 190 And And never going aright, being a watch, eyes; 200 Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. 210 [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE 1. A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace. Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. Princess. Was 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.- 10 For, Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. no? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! 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, 20 Fair payment for foul words is more than due. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.-- When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,' We |