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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 ? affected her for her wit. Arm. Thou pretty, because liitle.
Moth. It was so, Sir; for she had a green wit. Moth. Little preity, because littie: Where- Arm. My love is most immaculate white and
red. Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master? masked under such colours. Arm. In thy condign praise.
Arm. Define, detine, well-educated infant. Moth. I will praise an eel with the same Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's praise.
tongue, assist me! Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ?
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most Moth. That an eel is quick.
pretty and pathetical ! Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Moth. If she be made of white and red, Thou heatest my blood.
Her faults will ne'er be known; Moth. I am answered, Sir.
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Arm. I love not to be crossed.
And fears by pale-wbite shown: Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses Then, if she fear, or be to blame, love not him.
[Aside. By this you sball not know; Arm. I have promised to study three years For still her cheeks possess the same, with the duke.
Which native she doth owe.* Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason Arm. Impossible.
of white and red. Moth. How many is one thrice told ?
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit and the Beggar? of a tapster.
Moth. The world was very guilty of such a Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, ballad some three ages since: but, I think,
now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would Arm. I confess both; they are both the var- neither serve for the writing, nor the tune. nish of a complete man.
Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much that I may example my digression by some the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. 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. To be whipped ; and yet a better love Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study? than my master.
[.4side. Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in wink: and how easy it is to put years to the love. word three, and study three years in two words, Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light the dancing horse will tell you.
wench. Arm. A most fine figure!
Arm. I say, sing. Moth. To prove you a cypher.
[ Aside. Moth. Forbear till this company be past. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love:
Enter Dull, Costard, and JAQUENETTA. and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you sword against the humour of affection would keep Costard safe : and you must let him deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to fast three days a week: for this damsel, I must any French courtier for a new devised cour. keep her at the park ; she is allowed for the tesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should day-woman. Fare you well. out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing. great men have been in love?
Maid. Moih. Hercules, master.
Jaq. Man. Arm. Most sweet Hercules !- More authori- Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. ty, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child,
Jaq. That's hereby. let them be men of good repute and carriage.
Arin. I know where it is situate. Moth. Samson, master : he was a man of Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! good carriage, great carriage; for he carried Arm. I will tell thee wonders. the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and
Jaq. With that face? he was in love.
Arm. I love thee. Arm. () well-knit Samson! strong-jointed
Jaq. So I heard you say. Samson! I do excel thee in my ra ier, as
Arm. And so farewell. much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am Jaq. Fair weather after you ! in love too,--Who was Samson's love, my
Dull. Comie, Jaquenetta, away. dear Moth?
[Ereunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, Arm, Of what complexion ?
ere thou be pardoned. Moth. Ofall the four, or the three, or the two; Cost. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall or one of the four.
do it on a full stomach. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. Of the sea-water green, Sir.
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?
fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. Moth. As I have read, Sir; and the best of Arn. Tahe away this villain; shut him up. them too.
Joih. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lorers: (ost. Let me not be pent up, bir; I will last, but to have a love of that colour, methinks, being loose.
Of which she is naturally possessed. * The name of a coin once curreyt
Moth. No, Sir ; that were fast and loose: Haste, signify so much ; while we attend, thou shalt to prison.
Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high will. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. of desolation that I have seen, some shall see-Moth. What shall some see?
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what
is so.-they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be Who are the votaries, my loving lords, too silent in their words; and, therefore, I That are vow-lellows with this virtuous duke? will say nothing: I thank God, I have as little I Lord. Longaville is one. patience as another man; and, therefore, I can Prin. Know you the man? be quiet.
Mur. 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 iread. 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 (It 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
[power. wit. Cupid's butt-shattt is too hard for Her- It should none spare that coine 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
so? will not serve my turn; the passado he re- Mar. They say so most, that most his hu. spects not, the duello he regards not: his dis
mours know. grace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be
grow. still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, Who are the rest? he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomrhyme, for, I am sure, I shall lurn sonneteer. plish'd youth, Devise wit; write pen ; for I am for whole of all that virtue love for virtue lov’d: [ill ; volumes in folio.
[Exit. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ACT II.
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, SCENE I. - Another part of the same.-A Pa- I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ;
And shape to win grace though he had no wit. rilion and Tents at a distance.
And much too little of that good I saw, Enter the PrinCESS of France, Rosaline, Is my report, to his great worthiness.
MARIA, KATHARINE, Boyer, Lords, and other Ros. Another of these students at that time, Attendants.
Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dear. Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth, estt spirits : Consider who the king your father sends;
I never spent an hour's talk withal: To whom he sends; and what's his embassy :
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Matchless Navarre ; the plea of no less weight That aged
ears play truant at his tales,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
And younger hearings are quite ravished; As nature was in making graces dear,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse. When she did starve the general world beside, That every one her own hath garnished
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair apThan you much willing to be counted wise
proach; In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
And he, and his competitors* in oath,
Were all address’dt to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came, Marry, thus much I have Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
learnt, Till painful study shall out-wear three years, He rather means to lodge you in the eld, No woman may approach his silent couri : Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course,
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Before we enter his forbidden gates,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
To let you enter his unpeopled house. Bold of your worthiness, we single you
Here comes Navarre, [The Ladies musk. As our best-moving fair solicitor :
Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, Biron, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
and Attendants. On serious business, craving quick despatch, King. Fair princess, welcome to the court Impórtunes personal conference with bis grace.
of Navarre. Lova † Arrow to shoot at butts with. Best.
Prin. Fair, give you back again ; and, From reason's yielding, your fair self should welcome I have not yet : the roof of this court
make is too high to be yours; and welcome to the A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, wild fields too base to be mine.
And go well satisfied to France again. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my Prin. You do the king my father too much court.
wrong, Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me And wrong the reputation of your name, thither.
In so unseeming to confess receipt King. Hear me, dear lady ; I have sworn Of that which hath so faithfully been pair an oath.
King. I do protest, I never heard of it, Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitain. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my Prin. We arrest your word :will.
Boyet, you can produce acquittances, Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and for such a sum, from special officers nothing else.
Of Charles his father. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. King. Satisfy me so. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is wise,
not come, Where* now his knowledge must prove igno- Where that and other specialties are bound; I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keep- To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. ing:
King. It shall suffice me: at which inter'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, All liberal reason I will yield unto. (view, And sin to break it:
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; As honour, without breach of honour, may To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Make tender of to thy true worthiness : Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
But here without you shall be so receivä,
[Gives a paper. As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Your own good thoughts excuse me, and fareFor you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay.
well : Biron. Did not 1 dance with you in Bra: To-morrow shall we visit you again. bant once?
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
your grace! once ?
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every Biron. I know, you did.
place! [Exeunt King and his Train. Ros. How needless was it then
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own To ask the question!
heart. Biron. You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations ; I Ros. 'Tis ’lony of you that spur me with such would be glad to see it. questions.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan, Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
Ros. Is the fool sick?
Biron. Sick at heart.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My physic says, 1.* Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
Biron. Will you prick’t with your
eye? Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
Ros. No poynt,t with my knife. Biron. And send you many lovers !
Biron. Now, God save thy life! Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Ros. And yours from long living! Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring: King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word : What lady The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
is that same? Being but the one half of an entire sum,
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her Disbursed by my father in his wars.
name. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid
[Erit. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in One part of Aquitain is bound to us, (which,
the white ? Although not valued to the money's worth. Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her If then the king your father will restore
in the light. But that one hali which is unsatisfied,
Long. Perchance, light in the light: I deWe will give up our right in Aquitain,
sire her name. And hold fair friendship with his majesty. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to deBut that, it seems, he little purposeth,
sire that, were a shame. For here he doth demand to have repaid
Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter ? An hundred thousand crowns; and not de- Boyet. Her mothers, I have heard. mands,
Long. God's blessing on your beard !
She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be.
[Exit LONGAVILLE. . Whereas.
Aye, yes. † A French particle of negation.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
SCENE 1.-Another part of the same.
Enter ARMADO and Moth.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my you. (E.rit Biron.-Ladies unmask. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap
sense of hearing. Moth. Concolinel
(Singing. Not a word with him but a jest. [lord;
Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; Boyet. And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at take this key, give enlargement to the swain, his word.
bring him festinately* hither; I must employ
him in a letter to my love. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a to board.
French brawl ?? Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? Boyet. And wherefore not ships ? [lips.
Moth. No, my complete master; but to jig No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your off a tune at the tongue's
end, canaryt to it Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that with your feet, humour it with turning up your finish the jest?
eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; someBoyet. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her. love with singing love; sometime through the
tíme through the throat, as if you swallowed Mar. Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several* they with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of
nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; Boyet. Belonging to whom? Mar. To my fortunes and me.
your eyes; with your arms crossed on your Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gen- your hands in your pocket, like a man after
thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or tles, agree:
the old painting; and keep not too long in one The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis ments, these are humours; these betray nice
tune, but a snip and away: These are compleabused.
wenches-that would be betrayed without Boyet. If my observation, (which very sel- these; and make them men of note, (do you
dom lies,) By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with note, men ?) that most are affected to these.
Arm. How hast thou purchased this expeDeceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
rience? Prin. With what ?
Moth. By my penny of observation. Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle,
Arm. But 0,--but 0,affected.
Moth. —the hobby-horse is forgot. Prin. Your reason ?
Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ? Boyet. Why, all bis behaviours did make
Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough de- have you forgot your love?
(sire: colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But His heart, like an agate, with your print im
Arm. Almost I had. pressed,
Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, master: all those
Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his without, upon the instant: By heart you love As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Who, tend’ring their own worth, from where in heart you love her, because your heart is in
her, because your heart cannot come by her: they were glass'd,
love with her; and out of heart you love her, Did point you to buy them, along
as you pass'd. being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
Arm. I am all these three. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
Moth. And three times as much more, and I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
yet nothing at all. An you give him for my sake but one loving Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry kiss.
me a letter. Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dis
Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse
to be ambassador for an ass ! Boyet. But to speak that in words, which
Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? his eye hath disclos'd:
Moth. Marry, Sir, you must send the ass upon I only have made a mouth of his eye,
the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Arm. The way is but short; away. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and
Moth. As swiit as lead, Sir. speak'st skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? news of him.
Moth. Miminè, honest master; or rather, masRos. Then was Venus like her mother; for
Arm. I say, lead is slow.
Moth. You are too swift, Sir, to say so > Mar. No,
Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
+ A kind of dance.
Canary was the name of a sprightly dance,
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's Cost. O, marry me to one Frances:-I smell I shoot thee at the swain.
The some l'enroy, some goose, in this. Moth. 'Thump then, and I flee. TExit. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free at liberty, entreedoming thy person; thou wert of grace!
immured, restrained, captivated, bound. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in Cost. True, true; and now you will be my thy face:
purgation, and let me loose. Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from My herald is return'd.
durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee
nothing but this: Bear this significant to the Re-enter Moth and CostARD.
country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneraMoth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard* tion; [Giving him money.) for the best ward of broken in a shin.
mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy Moth, follow.
[E.rit. l'enroy ;t-begin.
Moth. Like the sequel, I.--Signior Costard, Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no
adieu. salve in the mail, Sir: 0, Sir, plantain, a plain Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my inplantain ; no l'enroy, no l'envoy, no salve, Sir,
(Exit Moth. but a plantain !
Now will I look to his remuneration. RemuArm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy neration! 0, that's the Latin word for three silly thought, mý spleen; the heaving of my farthings: three farthings-remuneration.lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: 0, What's the price of this inkle? a penny :-No, I'll pardon me, my stars! Doth the incoosideratá give you u remuneration: why, it carries it.take salve for l'enroy, and the word, l'enroy, Remuneration !-why, it is a fairer name than for a salve?
French crown. I will never buy and sell out Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not of this word. l'enroy a salve ?
Enter Biron. Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
Biron. (), my good knave Costard ! exceed. Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been ingly well met. I will example it:
(sain. Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three.
Biron. What is a remuneration ? There's the moral: Now the l'enroy.
Cost. Marry, Sir, halfpenny farthing. Moth. I will add the l'enroy: Say the moral Biron. 0, why then, three-farthings-worth of again.
silk. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Cost. I thank your worship: God be with
Were still at odds, being but three : you!
And stay'd the odds by adding four. As thou wilt win my favour, good iny knave, Now will I begin your moral, and do you fol- Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. low with my l'enroy.
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir? The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Biron. O, this afternoon. Were still at odds, being but three:
Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: Fare you well. Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Biron. (), thou knowest not what it is. Staying the odds by adding four.
Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. Moth. A good l'enroy, ending in the goose;
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Would you desire more?
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a morning. goose, that's flat:
[fat.- Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be slave, it is but this;To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast The princess comes to hunt here in the park, and loose:
And in her train there is a gentle lady; Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. When tongues speak sweetly, then they name Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did
her name, this argument begin?
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her ; Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken And to her white hand see thou do commend in a shin.
This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;t Then call'd you for the l'enroy.
(Gires him money. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came Cost. Guerdon,-0 sweet guerdon! better your argument in ;
than remuneration ; elevenpence farthing bet. Then the boy's fat l'enroy, the goose that you ter: Most sweet guerdon - I will do it, Sir, in And he ended the market. [bought; print. 1-Guerdon-remuneration.
[Erit. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that broken in a shin?
have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of ́it, Moth; I will A critic; vay, a night-watch constable ; speak that l'encoy:
A domineering pedant o'er the boy, 1, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. This wimpled,g wiving, purblind, wayward Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
boy; Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, * A head.
+ An old French term for concluding verses, which Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, perved either to convey the moral, vr to address the poem * Delightful.
+ Reward. to some person.
With the utmost exactness, Hooded, veiled.