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lumn. I say,
Moch. Forbear, till this company be past.

Enter Duli, CoSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. SCENE I.- Another part of the same. A Pavilion

and Tents at a distance. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe : and you must let bim take no delight, Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, MARIA, nor no perance; but a' must fast three days a week: Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park ; she

Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid. Consider who the king your father sends ;

spirits; Jaq. Man.

To whom he sends; and what's his embassy : Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.

Yourself, held precious in the world's esteemn; Jaq. That's hereby.

To parley with the sole inheritor Arm. I know where it is situate.

Of all perfections ibat a man may owe, Jaq. Lord, how wise you are !

Matchless Navarre ; the plea of no less weight Arm. I will tell thee wonders.

Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen. Jaq. With that face?

Be now as prodigal of all dear grace, Arm. I love thee.

As nature was in inaking graces dear, Jaq. So I heard you say.

When she did starve the general world beside, Arm. And so farewell.

And prodigally gave them all to you. Jaq. Fair weather after you !

Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but D-ill. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

Exeunt Du 11. and JAQUENETTA. Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, thou be pardoned,

Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, 1 shall do I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, it on a full stomach..

Than you much willing to be counied wise
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, But now to task the tasker,--Good Boyet,

In spending your wit in the praise of mine, for they are but lightly rewarded.

You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up.

Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Moth. Como, you transgressing slave; away.

Till painful study shall out-wear three years, Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir ; 1 will fast, No woman may approach bis silent court: being loose.

Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course,
Moth. No, sir ; that were fast and loose : thou Before we enter bis forbidden gates,
shalt to prison.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of de- Bold of your worthiness, we single you

To know his pleasure, and in that behalf,
solation tbat I have seen, some shall see-
Moth. What shall some see ?

As our best-moving fair solicitor:
Cost. Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Took upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent Impórtunes personal conference with his grace. in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: Haste, signify so much ; while we attend, I thank God. I have as little patience as another Like humbly. visag'd suitors, bis bigb will, man; and, therefore I can be quiet.

Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Ereunt Motul and Custard.

[Erit. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base,

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is wbere her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forswora Who are the votaries, my loving lords, (which is a great argument of falsehood), if I love: That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke ? And how can that be true love, which is falsely at

11 Lord. Longaville is one. lempted ? Love is a familiar ; love is a devil : there


Know you the man is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was so

Mar. I know him, madam ; at a marriage-feast jempted; and he had an excellent strength : yet Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous Leir was Solomon so seduced ; and he had a very good Of Jaques

Falconbridge solemnized, wit

. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules In Normandy saw l this Longaville : club, and

therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; tapier. The first and second cause will not serve Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: ny turn; the passado be respects not, the duello Nothing becomes him iil, that he would well. he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; The only soil of his fair virtue’s gluss, but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) just rapier ! be still, drum! for your manager is in is a sharp wit match'd with too bluót a will ; love ; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wills god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnet. It should none spare that come within his power. toer. Devise wit ; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.


Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so ?
Mar. They say so most, that most bis humours

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they

grow. Wbo are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well accomplish'd



(all, ibai virtue lore, for viriue lov'd:


Huw neeilless was it the Most power to do most barın, least knowing ill; To ask the question ! for be batl wit to make an ill shape good,


You must not be so quick. Aad shape to win grace though he had no wit. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such I saw bim at the Duke Alergon's once ;

questions. Aod much too little of that good I saw,

Biron. Your wit's too bot, it speeds too fa-t, Is my report, to his great worthiness.

'twill tire. Ros. Another of these students at that time

Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, Biron. What time o' day?
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,

Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Wishin the limit of becoming mirth,

Biron. Now fair befall your mask! I never spent an hour's talk withal :

Ros. Fair fall the face it covers ! His eye begets occasion for his wit:

Biron. And send you many lovers ! For every object that the one doth catch,

Ros. Amen, so you be none. The otber turns to a mirth-moving jest;

Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. Wbicb bis fair tongue (conceit's expositor)

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Delivers in such apt and gracious words,

The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
That aged ears play truant at his tales,

Being but the one balf of an entire sum,
And younger hearings are quite ravished ; Disbursed by my father in his wars,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love ; Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid That every one her own hath garnished

A hundred thousand moro ; in surety of the which With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? One part of Aquitain is bound to us, Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Although not valued to the money's worth.

If then the king your fatber will restore
Re-enter Boyet.

But that one bali wbich is unsatisfied,

Now, what admittance, lord ? We will give up our right in Aquitain, Boyet. Navarre had notice of yưur fuir approach; And hold fair friendship with bis majesty. And be, and his competitors in oath,

But that it seems, be little purposeth, Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,

For here he doth demand to have repaid Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, A hundred thousand cruwns; and not demands, He rather means to lodge you in the field, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, (Like one that comes here to besiege bis court,) To have bis title live in Aquitain ; Iban seek a dispensation for his oath,

Which we much ratber had depart withal, To let you enter bis unpeopled bouse.

And bave the money by our father lent, Here comes Navarre.

[The Ladies mask. Thao Aquitain so gelded as it is.

Dear princess, were not his requests so far Eater King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, Biron, and From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Attendants. A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in

my breast, King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of And go well satisfied to France again. Navarre.

Prin. You do the king my father too much Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome

wrong, I bave not yet : the roof of this court is too high to And wrong the reputation of your name, be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base lu so unseeming to confess receipt to be mine.

Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my King. I do protest, I never heard of it; court.

'And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back, Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me Or yield up Aquitain. thither.


We arrest your word :King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sıvorn an oath. Boyet, you can produce acquittances, Prin. Our lady belp my lord! be'll be forsworn. For such a sum, from special officers King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Of Charles bis father. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and notbing King.

Satisfy me so. else.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not king. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

come, Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where that and other specialties are bound; Where now bis knowledge must prove ignorance. To-morrow you shall bave a sight of them. I bear, four grace bath sworn-out house-keeping: King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, All liberal reason I will yield unto. And sic 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 : Voucbsafe 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 receivd,

(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 barbour in my house.

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay: To-morrow shall we visit you again, Biron. Did not | dance with you in Brabant Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your once ?

grace ! Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? king. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Biron. I know you did.

[Eseunt King and his trains



Biron, Lady, I will commend you to iny own Boyet. With that which we lovers entiile, as heart.

fected. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations ; I would

Prin. Your reason. be glad to see it.

Boyet. Wly, all bis behaviours did make their Žiron. I would, you heard it groan.

retire Ros. Is the fool sick ?

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Piron. Sick at heart.

His heart like an agáte, with your print impressed, Ros. Alack, let it blood.

Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : Biron. Would that do it good ?

His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Ros. My physic says, I.

Did stumble in hestt, in his eye-sight to be; Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? All senses to that sense did make their repair, Ros. No poynt, with my knife.

To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Biron. Now, God save thy life!

Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Ros. And yours from long living !

As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Who, tend’ring their own worth, from where they Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word : What lady is were glass’d, that same ?

Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes

[Erit. l'll give you Aquitain, and all that is bis, Long. I beseech you a word ; What is she in the An you give bim for my sake but one loving kiss. white?

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is disposed. Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye the light.

bath disclos'd : Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her I only have made a mouth of bis eye,

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Boyet. She hath but one for berself ; to desire Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st that, were a shame.

skilfully. Long. Pray you, sir, wbose daughter ?

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learr.s news Boyet. Her mother's, I bave beard.

of him. Lòng. God's blessing on your beard !

Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :

father is but Grim. She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Boyet. Do you bear, my mad wenches ? Long. Nay, my choler is ended.


No. She is a most sweet lady.


What then, do you see Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may ne.

Ros. Ay, our way to bo gune. [Erit Long. Boyet.

You are too bard for me Biron. What's her name in the cap?

Boyet. Katherine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !
Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

[Exit Biron.--Ladies unmask.
Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mud-cap lord ;
Not a word with him but a jest.

SCENE I.-dnother part of the same.
And every jest but a word.

Enter ARMADO and Moti.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his

Arm. Warble, child ; make passionate my sense Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as be was to

of hearing. board.

Moth. Concolinel

[Singing. Mar. I'wo hot sheeps, marry!

Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years ! take Boyet.

And wherefore not ships ? this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring bim No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your festinately hither ; I must employ him in a letter lips.

to my love. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture ; Shall that finish Moth. Master, will you win your love with a the jest?

French brawl? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Arm. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French ?

[Offering to kiss her. Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig off Mar.

Not so, gentle beast; a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your My lips are no common, though several they be. feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh Boyet. Belonging to whom?

a note, and sing a note; sometinie tbrough the Mar.

To my fortunes and me. throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; Prin. Good wits will be jangling : but, gentles, sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up agree:

love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouseThe civil war of wits were much better used like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. crosscd on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit Buyet. If my observation, (which very seldom on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, liko a lies,)

man after the old painting; and keep, not too long By the heart's still rhetoric, disclos'd with eyes, in one tune, but a snip and away : These are comDeceive me not now, Navarre is infected. pliments, these are humours; these betray nice Prin. With what ?

werches--that would be betrayed without tbem,

I will prove.

sed cake them men of note, (du you note, men ?) The fox, the ape, and the bumble-bee, that most are affected to tlese.

Were still at odds, being but three. Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ?, There's the moral : Now the l'envoy. Moth. By my penny of observation.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy: say the moral again. Arm. But 0,-buto

Arm. The fox, the ape, and the bumble-bee, Jeth. the bobby-horse is forgot.

Were still at odds, being but three : Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?

Moth. Until the goose came out of door, Meth. No, master; the hobby-borse is but a colt, And stay'd the odds by adding foui. and your love, perhaps, a backney. But bave you Now will i begin your moral, and do you follow Isrgot your love?

with my l'envoy. Arm. Almost I had.

The fox, ihe ape, and the humble bee, Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three Staying the odds by adding four.

Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Arm. What wilt tbon prove?

Would you desire more ? Moth. A man, if I live ; and this, by, in, and Cost. The boy bath sold him a bargain, a goose, without, upon the instant: By heart yuis love her,

that's flat :because you: heart cannot come by ber: in heart Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be you love her, because your heart is in love with

fat.-Ler; and out of beart you love her, being out of To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and beart that you cannot enjoy her.

loose : drm. I am all these three.

Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Arm. Come bither, come hither : How did this Dotbing at all.

argument begio ? drm. Fetch bither the swaiņ; he must carry me Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a a letter.

shin. Moth. A message well sympathized ; a horse to Then call'd you for the l'envoy. be ambassador for an ass !

Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus came Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ?

your argument in; Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you burse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.

bought; Arm. The way is but short; away.

And he ended the market. Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Arm. But tell me; bow was there a Costard Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?

broken in a shin? Is not lead a metal beavy, dull, and slow?

Moth. I will tell you sensibly. Noth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, Cost. Thou hast nu feeling of it, Moth; I will po.

speak that l'envoy. Arm. I say, lead is slow.

I, Costard, ruoning out that was safely within, Moth.

You are too swift, sir, to say so: Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. Is that lead slow wbich is fir'd from a guu?

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric !

Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:

Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. I shoot thee at the swain.

Cost. O, marry me to one Francos ;-) smell Moth.

Thump then, and I fl-e. some l'envoy, some guose, in this.

[Erit. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert im. grace!

mured, restrained, captivated, bound. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purface :

gation, and let me loose. Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from dur. My berald is return'd.

ance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thoe nothing

but this : Bear this significant to the country maid Re-enter Motu and COSTARD.

Jaquenetta ; there is remuneration; (giving him Noth. A wonder, master ; bere's a Costard broken money) for the best ward of mine honour, is, rein a sbin.

warding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Erit. Arm, Sunje evigma, some riddle : come,-tby Moth. Like the sequel, I. - Signior Costaru, l'envoy ;-begin.

adieu. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my ir.cony in the mail, sir : 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain;


[Exit Moth. no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantaiu ! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunera.

Arm. By virtue, tbou enforcest laugbter; thy silly tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: thought, my spleen; the beaving of my lungs pro- three farthings—remuneration. - What's the price rokes ine to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my of this inkle ? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remustars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, neration : why, it carries it.- Remuneration !and the word, l'envoy, for a salve?

why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not never buy and sell out of this word. l'envoy a salve ? Arm. No, page : it is an epilogue or discourse,

Enter Bikon. to make plain Soine obscure precedeuce that hath tofore been sain. Biron. ~), nuy good knave Costard ! exceedingly I will example it:

well met.

say, no?

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnatiou ribbon
diay a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration ?

Cost. Marry, sir, balf-penny fartbing.
Biron. O, wlay then, three-farthings worth of SCENE I.- Another part of the same.

Ente the PRINCESS, RosalinE, MARIA, KATHACost. I thank your worship: God be with you !

RINE, Boyet, Lords, Attendants, and a Fcrester. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ tilice : As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Prin. Was that the king that spur'd his horse so Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

hard Cost. When would you have it done, sir ? Against the steep uprising of the hill? Biron. O, this afternoon.

Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not bo. Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.

mind. Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Well, lords, to-day we sball have our despatch ; Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. On Saturday we will return to France.

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, morning.

That we must stand and play the murderer in? Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder cuppice; slave, it is but this :

A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And in her train there is a gentle lady ;

And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot. When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. name,

Prin. What, wbat? first praise me, and again
And Rosaline they call her : ask for her;
And to ber wbite band see thou do commend O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe!
This seal'd up counsel. There's thy guerdon ; go. For. Yes, madam, fair.

[Gives him money.

Nay, never paint me now; Cost. Guerdon,–O sweet guerdon! better than Where fair is vot, praise cannot mond the brow. remuneration ; eleven-pence fartbing better : Most Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; sweet guerdon! -. I will do it, sir, in print.

[Giving him money. Guerdon-remuneration.

(Esit. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. Biron. 0!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that For. Notbing but fair is that which you inherit. have been love's wbip;

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. A very beadle to a humorous sigh ;

O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ;

A giving band, though foul, shall have fair praise. A domineering pedant o'er the boy,

But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, Than whom po mortal so magnificent !

And shooting well is then accounted ill. This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Thus will I save my credit in the shoot : This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid: Not wounding, piry would not let me do't; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, If wounding, then it was to show my skill, The anointed sovereign of sighs and grouns,

That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; Sole imperator, and great general

When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, Of trotting paritors, O my little heart !

We bend to that the wo king of the beart: And I to be a corporal of his field,

As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill And wear his colours like a fumbler's hoop! The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wite!

Boyet. Do not curst wives bold that self-sove. A woman, that is like a German clock,

reignty Still a repairing; ever out of trame;

Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be And never going aright, being a watch,

Lords o'er their lords? But being watch'd that it may still go right?

Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; To any lady that subdues a lord. And, among three, to love the worst of all;

Enter CostaRD. A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ; Prin. Here comes a member of the commonAy, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,

wealth. Though Argus were ber eunuch and her guard : Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!

the head lady? To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague

Prin. Thou shalt know ber, fellow, by the rest That Cupid will impose for my neglect

that have no heads. Or his almighty dreadful little might.

Cost. Wbich is the greatest lady, the highest ? Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Piin. The thickest, and the tallest. Some meu must love my lady, and some Joan. (Esit. Cost. The thickes', and the tallest! it is so;

truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wii, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should

be fit, Are not you the chief woman ? you are the thickeet

here. Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will!

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