Remuneration! - why, it is a fairer name than. French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly Well met. Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration? Cost. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O, why then, three - farthings worth of silk. Cost. I thank your Worship: God be with you! Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: Cost. When would you have it done, Sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: Fare you well. Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Cost. I will come to your Worship to-morrow morning. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this; The Princess comes to hunt here in the park, When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; VOL. IV. see thou do commend There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money. 3 Cost. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in remuneration. print. Guerdon -- [Exit. Biron. O! And 1, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip. A very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critick; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting paritors, O my little heart! And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. ACT IV. SCENE I. [Exit. Another part of the same." 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 he was, he show'd a mounting mind. Well, Lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; O short-liv'd pride? Not fair? alack for woe! For. Yes, Madam, fair. Prin. Nay, never paint me now Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; [Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow: Now mercy goes to kill, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart: As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that selfsovereignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the common wealth. Cost. God dig-you den all! Pray you, which is the head lady? Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! truth is truth. it is so An your waist mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? you thickest here. are the Prin. What's your will, Sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer. Break up this capon. Boyet, you can carve; Boyet. I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. We will read it, I swear: Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. [reads.] 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 heróical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitare beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (0 base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: |