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Moth. How mean you, Sir? I pretty, and my | Samson had small reason for it. He, surely, saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty? Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. Little pretty, because littie: Wherefore apt?
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise..
Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious?
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers:
Thou heatest my blood.
Moth. I am answered, Sir.
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him.
Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.
Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.
Moth. How many is one thrice told?
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, Sir.
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was so, Sir; for she had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and pathetical!
Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
For still her cheeks possess the same,
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. girl, that I took in the park with the rational Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three.hind Costard; she deserves well. Arm. True.
Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you. Arm. A most fine figure! Moth. To prove you a cypher. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?
Moth. Hercules, master.
Arm. Most sweet Hercules!-More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.
Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too,-Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Of what complexion?
Moth. Ofall the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion?
Arm. Is that one of the four complexions? Moth. As I have read, Sir; and the best of them too.
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to have a love of that colour, methinks,
The name of a coin once current.
Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love than my master. [Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in
Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Arm. I say, sing.
Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe: and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week: for this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman.t Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.Maid.
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Arm. I know where it is situate.
Arm. I love thee.
[Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.
Cost. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
▾ Of which she is naturally possessed.
Moth. No, Sir; that were fast and loose: | Haste, signify so much; while we attend, thou shalt to prison.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. What shall some see?
Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be 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.
Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high will.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
Prin. Know you the man?
Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, [Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD. Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized, base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided In Normandy saw I this Longaville: by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. IA man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; shall be forsworn, (which is a great argument Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arins: of falsehood,) if I love: And how can that be Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. true love, which is falsely attempted? Love is The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, a familiar: love is a devil: there is no evil (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,). angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempt- Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; ed: and he had an excellent strength: yet was Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will Solomon so seduced: and he had a very good still wills [power. wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Her- It should none spare that come within his cules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! 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 sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit.
SCENE I-Another part of the same.-A Pa-
Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE,
Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dear-
Consider who the king your father sends;
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know.
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest?
Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accom-
Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd:
Ros. Another of these students at that time,
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
That every one her own hath garnished
Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.
Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither.
King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn
Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else.
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, [rance. Where now his knowledge must prove ignoI hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
"Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
[Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again.
Prin. You do the king my father too much
And wrong the reputation of your name,
Prin. We arrest your word :-
Of Charles his father.
King. Satisfy me so.
Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come,
Where that and other specialties are bound; To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
King. It shall suffice me: at which interAll liberal reason I will yield unto. [view, Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness: You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so receiv'd, As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
To-morrow shall we visit you again.
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [Exeunt KING and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own
Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan,
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good?
Ros. My physic says, 1.*
Biron. Will you prick't with your
Ros. No poynt,+ with my knife.
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her
Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.
Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's blessing on your beard! Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended: She is an heir of Falconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit LONGAVILLE.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Boyet. To her will, Sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, Sir; adieu!
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board.
Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, agree:
The civil war of wits were much better used
Boyet. If my observation, (which very sel-
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle,
Prin. Your reason?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
[sire: To the court of his eye, peeping thorough deHis heart, like an agate, with your print pressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dis-
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for
SCENE I-Another part of the same.
Enter ARMADO and MOTH.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.
[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 my love.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?t
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 swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed 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 betrayed without these; and make them men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this expe
Moth. By my penny of observation.
Moth. -the hobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. Callest 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. Negligent student! learn her by heart.
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.
Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador 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?
Moth. You are too swift, Sir, to say so
Boyet. What then, do you see?
Boyet. You are too hard for me.
• A quibble, several signified uninclosed lands.
+A kind of dance.
Canary was the name of a sprightly dance,
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's I shoot thee at the swain.
The :Moth. Thump then, and I flee. 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 mail, Sir: O, Sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no 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: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy,
for a salve?
Moth. Do 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 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, Were still at odds, being but three: Moth. Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd 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 more?
Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat:
[fat.Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be 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 you for the l'envoy.
Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in;
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you And he ended the market. [bought;
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, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost. 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, entreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
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 dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu.
Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew![Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! 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.
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. Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. Biron. 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 Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; elevenpence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, Sir, in print.-Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! Î, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
With the utmost exactness.
+ Reward. Hooded, veiled.