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Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Katharine her name.
Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in
Long. Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Berowne. What 's her name in the cap?
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother, for her
You are too hard for me,
Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.
Mar. That last is Berowne, the merry mad-
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was
Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
And wherefore not ships?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
Offering to kiss her.
To my fortunes and me.
This civil war of wits were much better us'd
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
SCENE I.-The King of Navarre's Park.
Enter ARMADO and MOTH.
Arm. Warble, child: make passionate my
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?
Arm. How meanest 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 eyelids, 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
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle note me?-that most are affected to these. affected.
Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
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.
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 sain.
I will example it :
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bec,
There's the moral. Now the l'envoy.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
Arm. The fox, the ape, 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.
Sir, your pennyworth is good an your goose be fat.
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 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,
Fell over the threshold and broke my
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?' 'One 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.
Berowne. And I
Forsooth in love! I, that have been love's whip;
Of trotting 'paritors: O my little heart!
SCENE I.-The King of Navarre's Park. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
Prin. 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 a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch;
For. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot. 12 For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say no?
O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit.
Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.
Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline.
Prin. O! thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine.
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
Prin. We will read it, I swear. 59 Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon, and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, rici; which to anatomize in the vulgar-O base and obscure vulgar!—videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he come? to see why did he see? to overcome. To whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king's. The captive is enriched: on whose side? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial on whose side? the king's? no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king, for so stands the comparison; thou the beggar, for so witnesseth thy loveliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes: for tittles? titles: for thyself? me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.
Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
Mar. A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.
Boyet. A mark! O! mark but that mark; a mark, says my lady.
Let the mark have a prick in 't, to mete at, if it may be.
Mar. Wide o' the bow-hand! i' faith, your hand is out.
Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout.
Boyet. An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
Cost. Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.
Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl.
Boyet. I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. Exeunt BOYET and MARIA. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down!
O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit!
When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.
Armado o' the one side, O! a most dainty man, To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly | old; and I say beside that, 'twas a pricket that a' will swear!
the princess killed.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer and, to humour the ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed, a pricket.
Nath. Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility.
The preyful princess piere'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing pricket;
Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps from thicket;
And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit!
SCENE II.-The Same.
Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelo, the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth.
Dull. Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,— -to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
Dull. I said the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.
Hol. Twice-sod simplicity, bis coctus! O! thou monster Ignorance, how deform'd dost thou look.
Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;
he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that
we thankful should be,
Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that do fructify in us more than he ; For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,
So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:
But, omnebene, say I; being of an old Father's mind,
Dull. You two are book-men: can you tell
me by your wit
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five weeks old as yet?
Ilol. Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.
Dull. What is Dictynna?
Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Hol. The moon was a month old when Adam was no more;
And raught not to five weeks when he came to
Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say the allusion holds in the exchange.
Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.
If sore be sore, then Lto sore makes fifty sores one sord. Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one more L.
Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month
Nath. A rare talent!
Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.
Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
and I am thankful for it.
Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth.
Chi non ti vede, non pretia.
The allusion holds in the exchange.
Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! who understandeth thee not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed: the collusion holds in Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, the exchange. rather, as Horace says in his--What, my soul, verses?
Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse: lege, domine.