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Moth. [Aside.] 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.
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. 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.
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here's three studied, ere you'll tħrice 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.
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. 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 car
riage, 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.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four,
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion.
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers. But to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
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;
And fears by pale-white shown.
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rime, master, against the reason of white and red.
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 that subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard. She deserves well.
Moth. [Aside.] To be whipped; and yet a better love than my master.
Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love,
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. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid.
[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.
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up.
Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, being loose.
Moth. No, sir ; that were fast and loose. Thou shalt to prison.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see...
Moth. What shall some see?
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.
[Exeunt Moth and CostaRD. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forswornwhich is a great argument of falshood—if I love; and how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is a familiar ; Love is a devil; there is no evil angel but Love. Yet Samson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced ; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a 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 rimé, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnet-monger. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit.
SCENE I. Another part of the same. A Pavilion
and Tents at a distance. Enter the Princess of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHERINE, Boyer, Lords, and other Attendants.
Boyet. sow, madam, summon up your dearest
spirits. Consider whom the King your father sends; To whom he sends; and what's his em