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Arm. Impossible.

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pret Moth. How many is one thrice told ? ty, and pathetical! Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit Moth. If she be made of white and red, of a tapster.

Her faults will ne'er be known; Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, sir.

And fears by pale-white shown: Arm. I confess both; they are both the var Then, if she fear, or be to blame, nish of a complete man.

By this you shall not know; Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much For 'still her cheeks possess the same, the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Which native she doth owe. Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three. of white and red. Arm. True.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? and the Beggar? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: Moth. The world was very guilty of such a and how easy it is to put years to the word three, ballad some three ages since : but, I think, now and study three years in two words, the dancing 'tis not to be found ; or, if it were, it would neihorse will tell you.

ther serve for the writing, nor the tune. Arm. A most fine figure !

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth. To prove you a cypher. [Aside. that I may example my digression by some

Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: mighty precedent. Boy, 'I do love that country and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in gir), that I took in the park with the rational love with a base wench. If drawing my sword hind Costard ; she deserves well. against the humour of affection would deliver Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love me from the reprobate thought of it, I would than my master.

Aside. take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in French courtier for a new devised courtesy. i love. think scorn to sigh ; methinks, I should out Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great wench. men have been in love?

Arm. I say, sing. Moth. Hercules, master.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past. Arm. Most sweet Hercules !-More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child,

Enter Dull, CoStard, and JAQUENETTA. let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, master : he was a man of Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you good carriage, great carriage ; for he carried the keep Costard safe : and you must let him take town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast was in love.

three days a-week: For this damsel, I must Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed keep her at the park; she is allowed for the Sampson ! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much day-woman. Fare you well. as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid. too. Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?

Jag. Man. Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Arm. Of what complexion ?

Jaq. That's hereby. Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the Arm. I know where it is situate. two, or one of the four.

Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! Arm. Tell me precisely of what conplexion ? Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Jaq. With that face? Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ? Arm. I love thee.

Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of Jaq. So I heard you say. them too.

Arm. And so farewell.
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers : Jaq. Fair weather after you !
but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.
Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely,

[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. affected her for her wit.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a grecn wit. ere thou be pardoned.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall red.

do it on a full stomach. Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. masked under such colours.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your felArm. Define, define, well educated infant. lows, for they are but lightly rewarded.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. tongue assist me!

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir ; I will fast hood,) if I love : And how can that be true being loose.

love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is a fam Moth. No, sir ; that were fast and loose; thou miliar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel shalt to prison.

but love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon of desolation that I have seen, some shall see so seduced; and he had a very good wit. CuMoth. What shall some see?

pid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too rapier. The first and second cause will not serve silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello nothing : I thank God, I have as little patience he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; as another man; and, therefore, I can be quiet. but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour!

[Exeunt Moth and Costard. rust, rapier! be still, drum ! for your manager Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is is in love ; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some exbase, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by temporal god of rhyme; for, I am sure, I shall her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be turn sonnetteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for forsworn, (which is a great argument of false. I am for whole volumes in folio. (Eri.

ACT II.

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Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, SCENE I.-Another part of the same. A pavilion On serious business, craving quick despatch, and tents at a distance.

Importunes personal conference with his grace.

Haste, signify so much ; while we attend, Enter the Princess of France, RosaLINE, MA. Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high wist.

RIA, KATHARINE, Boyet, Lords, and other Boy. Proud of employment, willingly I go. Attendants.

[Ěrit.

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dear. est spirits :

Who are the votaries, my loving lords, Consider who the king your father sends ; That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : 1 Lord. Longaville is one. Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem ; Prin. Know you the man? To parley with the sole inheritor

Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Of all perfections that a man may owe, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized, Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen.

In Normandy saw I this Longaville : Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; As nature was in making graces dear,

Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: When she did starve the general world beside, Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. And prodigally gave them all to you.

The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though (If virtuc's gloss will stain with any soil,). but mean,

Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will ; Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

wills Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : It should none spare that come within his power. I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? Than you much willing to be counted wise Mar. They say so most, that most his huIn spending your wit in the praise of mine.

mours know. But now to task the tasker,---Good Boyet, Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

grow. Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Who are the rest? Till painful study shall out-wear three years, Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd No woman may approach his silent court:

youth, Therefore to us seemneth it a needful course, Of all, that virtue love, for virtue lov'd: Before we enter his forbidden gates,

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf, For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, Bold of your worthiness, we single you And shape to win grace, though he had no wit. As our best-moving fair solicitor :

I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ;

fair ap

And much too little of that good I saw, Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, Is my report, to his great worthiness.

And suddenly resolve me in my suit. Ros. Another of these students at that time

[Gives a paper. Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Within the limit of becoming mirth,

For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay. I never spent an hour's talk withal:

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant His eye begets occasion for his wit ;

once ? For every object, that the one doth catch, Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;

Biron. I know you did.
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Ros. How needless was it then
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,

To ask the question !
That aged ears play truant at his tales,

Biron. You must not be so quick. And younger hearings are quite ravished ; Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

such questions. Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, That every one her own hath garnished

'twill tire. With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Re-enter Boyet.

Biron. Now fair befal your mask !
Prin. Now, what admittance, lord ?

Ros. Fair fall the face it covers ! Boyet. Navarre had notice of

your

Biron. And send you many lovers ! proach;

Ros. Amen, so you be none. And he, and his competitors in oath,

Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. Were all address’d to meet you, gentle lady, King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; He rather means to lodge you in the field, Being but the one half of an entire sum, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Disbursed by my father in his wars. Than seek a dispensation for his oath,

But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) To let you enter his unpeopled house.

Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid Here comes Navarre. [The ladies mask. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the

which, Enter King, LONGAVILLE, Dumain, Biron, One part of Aquitain is bound to us, and Attendants.

Although not valued to the money's worth.

If then the king your father will restore King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of But that one half, which is unsatisfied, Navarre.

We will give up our right in Aquitain, Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and, wel. And hold fair friendship with his majesty. come I have not yet: the roof of this court is But that, it seems, he little purposetải, too high to be yours; and welcome to the wild For here he doth demand to have repaid fields too base to be mine.

An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, court.

To have his title live in Aquitain; Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me which we much rather had depart withal, thither.

And have the money by our father lent, King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. oath.

Dear princess, were not his requests so far Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for- From reason's yielding, your fair self should make

A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my And go well satisfied to France again. will.

Prin. You do the king my father too much Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and no

wrong, thing else.

And wrong the reputation of your name, King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. In so unseeming to confess receipt Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were Of that, which hath so faithfully been paid. wise,

King. I do protest, I never heard of it; Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. And, if you'll prove it, I'll repay it back, I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: Or yield up Aquitain. 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, Prin. We arrest your word :And sin to break it:

Boyet, you can produce acquittances, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; For such a sum, from special officers To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

Of Charles his father,

Sworn.

King. Satisfy me so.

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not

[Erit Biron-Ladies unmask. come,

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap Where that and other specialties are bound;

lord ;
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. Not a word with him but a jest.

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Boyet. And every jest but a word.
All liberal reason I will yield unto.

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,

his word. As honour, without breach of honour, may Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was Make tender of to thy true worthiness :

to board. You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! But here without you shall be so receiv'd, Boyet. And wherefore not ships? As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart, No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: finish the jest? To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort

[offering to kiss her. your grace!

Mar. Not so, gentle beast; King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every My lips are no common, though several they be.

place! [Ereunt King and his Train. Boyet. Belonging to whom? Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own Mar. To my fortunes and me. heart.

Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I agree : would be glad to see it.

The civil war of wits were much better used Biron. I would, you heard it groan.

On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis Ros. Is the fool sick ?

abused. Biron. Sick at heart.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom Ros. Alack, let it blood.

lies) Biron. Would that do it good ?

By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Ros. My physick says, I.

Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?

Prin. With what? Ros. No poynt, with my knife.

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, Biron. Now, God save thy life!

affected. Ros. And yours from long living !

Prin. Your reason? Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: Wħat lady is retire that same ?

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her His heart, like an agate, with your print im

pressed, Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :

[Exit

. His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Long: I beseech you a word: What is she in Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ; the white ?

All senses to that sense did make their repair, Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her To feel only looking on fairest of fair : in the light.

Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ;

Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to de they were glass'd, sire that, were a shame.

Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes: Long. God's blessing on your beard ! I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :

An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is disLong. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his Boyet. Not unlike, sir ; that may be.

eye hath disclos'd :

[Exit Long. I only have made a mouth of his eye, Biron. What's her name, in the cap? By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie. Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.

Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak’st Biron. Is she wedded, or no ?

skilfully. Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Biron. You are welcome, sir ; adieu !

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Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for

her father is but grim. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ? Mar. No.

Boyet. What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

Arm. I am all these three. SCENE I.-- Another part of the same.

Moth. And three times as much more, and Enter ARMADO and Moth.

yet nothing at all.

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense

me a letter. of hearing.

Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse Moth. Concolinel

[Singing. to be embassador for an ass! Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years ; Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? take this key, give enlargement to the swain, Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon bring him festinately hither: I must employ him the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go. in a letter to my love.

Arm. The way is but short ; away.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Moth. As swift as lead, sir.
French brawl?

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? Arm. How mean’st thou? brawling in French ? Is not lead a metal heavy, dáll, and slow? Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with master, no. your feet, humour it with turning up your eye Arm. I say, lead is slow. lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so: through the throat, as if you swallowed love with Is that lead slow which is fir’d from a gun? singing love ; sometime through the nose, as if Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick! you snuffed up love by smelling love ; with your He reputes me a cannon ; and the ballet, that's hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes;

he: with your arms crossed on your thin belly-doub- I shoot thee at the swain. let, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in Moth. Thump then, and I flee. [Erit. your pocket, like a man after the old painting; Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip of grace! and away: These are complements, these are hu- By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy mours; these betray nice wenches--that would

face : be betrayed without these ; and make them men Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. of note, (do you note, men ?) that most are af- My herald is return’d. fected to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this expe

Re-enter Moth and CoSTARD. rience ?

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard Moth. By my penny of observation.

broken in a shin. Arm. But 0, but 0,

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy Moth. —the hobby-horse is forgot.

l'envoy ;-begin. Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve

Moth. No, master; the hobhy-horse is but a in the mail, sir: 0, sir, plantain, a plain plancolt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But tain ; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, buts have you forgot your love?

plantain! Arm. Almost I had.

drm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter ; thy Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, parMoth. And out of heart, master : all those don me, my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take three I will prove.

salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve? Arm. What wilt thou prove ?

Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and l'envoy a salve ? without, upon the instant: By heart you love Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, her, because your heart cannot come by her: in to make plain heart you love her, because your heart is in love Some obscure precedence, that hath tofore beer with her; and out of heart you love her, being sain. out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. I will example it:

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