Ber. O, Why then threefarthings worth of Silke.
Cost. I thanke your worship, God be wy you.
Ber. O stay slave, I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Doe one thing for me that I shall intreate.

Clow. When would you have it done sir?
Ber. O this after-noone.

Clo. Well, I will doe it sir: Fare you well.
Ber. O thou knowest not what it is.

Clo. I shall know sir, when I have done it.

Ber. Why villaine thou must know first.

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Clo. I wil come to your worship to morrow morning. Ber. It must be done this after-noone,

Harke slave, it is but this:

The Princesse comes to hunt here in the Parke,
And in her traine there is a gentle Ladie:

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When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her, aske for her:
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsaile. Ther's thy guerdon: goe.

[Giving him a shilling.]

Clo. Gardon, O sweete gardon, better then remuneration, a levenpence-farthing better: most sweete gardon. I will doe it sir in print: gardon, remuneration. Exit. 170

Ber. O, and I forsooth in love,

I that have beene loves whip?

A verie Beadle to a humerous sigh: A Criticke,
Nay, a night-watch Constable.

A domineering pedant ore the Boy,

Then whom no mortall so magnificent.

1 veiled

This wimpled,1 whyning, purblinde waiward Boy,

147. threefarthings: three-farthing-IQ.

147, 149, 153, 155, 171. O out-CAMBRidge.

171-2. I 1.-1Q.

173-4. 2 five-accent 11.-POPE.

This signior Junios gyant drawfe, don Cupid,
Regent of Love-rimes, Lord of folded armes,
Th'annointed soveraigne of sighes and groanes:
Liedge of all loyterers and malecontents:
Dread Prince of Placcats, King of Codpeeces.
Sole Emperator and great generall

180

Of trotting Parrators 1 (O my little heart.) court clerks And I to be a Corporall of his field,

And weare his colours like a Tumblers hoope.

What? I love, I sue, I seeke a wife,

A woman that is like a Germane Cloake,
Still a repairing: ever out of frame,
And never going a right, being a Watch:
But being watcht, that it may still goe right.
Nay, to be perjurde, which is worst of all:
And among three, to love the worst of all,
A whitly wanton, with a velvet brow.
With two pitch bals stucke in her face for eyes.
I, and by heaven, one that will doe the deede,
Though Argus were her Eunuch and her garde.
And I to sigh for her, to watch for her,
To pray for her, go to: it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect,
Of his almighty dreadfull little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, shue, grone,
Some men must love my Lady, and some Jone.

178. signior Junios: senior-junior-THEOBALD, Hanmer. 178. don: Dan-IQ.

187. What? What I! (What? I!)-MALONE.

190

200

188. Cloake: clock-2-4F. 194. whitly: wightly-CAMBRIDGE. 202. sbue, grone: sue and groan-2-4F.

Enter the Princesse, a Forrester, her Ladies, and her Lords.

Qu. Was that the King that spurd his horse so hard, Against rhe steepe uprising of the hill?

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Boy. I know not, but I thinke it was not he. Qu. Who ere a was, a shew'd a mounting minde: Well Lords, to day we shall have our dispatch, On Saterday we will returne to France. Then Forrester my friend, Where is the Bush That we must stand and play the murtherer in? For. Hereby upon the edge of yonder Coppice, A Stand where you may make the fairest shoote. Qu. I thanke my beautie, I am faire that shoote, And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoote.

For. Pardon me Madam, for I meant not so. Qu. What, what? First praise me, & then again say no. O short liv'd pride. Not faire? alacke for woe. For. Yes Madam faire.

Qu. Nay, never paint me now,
Where faire is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here (good my glasse) take this for telling true:
Faire paiment for foule words, is more then due.
For. Nothing but faire is that which you inherit.
Qu. See, see, my beautie will be sav'd by merit.
O heresie in faire, fit for these dayes,

A giving hand, though foule, shall have faire praise.
But come, the Bow: Now Mercie goes to kill,
And shooting well, is then accounted ill:

5 rbe: the-12.

20

17. & then again: and again-1Q.

Thus will I save my credit in the shoote,
Not wounding, pittie would not let me do't:
If wounding, then it was to shew my skill,
That more for praise, then purpose meant to kill.
And out of question, so it is sometimes:
Glory growes guiltie of detested crimes,

When for Fames sake, for praise an outward part,
We bend to that, the working of the hart.

As I for praise alone now seeke to spill

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The poore Deeres blood, that my heart meanes no ill. Boy. Do not curst1 wives hold that selfe-soveraigntie Onely for praise sake, when they strive to be

Lords ore their Lords?

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1 shrewish Qu. Onely for praise, and praise we may afford, To any Lady that subdewes a Lord.

Enter Clowne.

Boy. Here comes a member of the common-wealth. Clo. God dig-you-den all, pray you which is the head Lady?

Qu. Thou shalt know her fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Clo. Which is the greatest Lady, the highest?
Qu. The thickest, and the tallest.

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Clo. The thickest, & the tallest: it is so, truth is truth. And your waste Mistris, were as slender as my wit, One a these Maides girdles for your waste should be fit. Are not you the chiefe woman? You are the thickest here? Qu. What's your will sir? What's your will? Clo. I have a Letter from Monsier Berowne,

To one Lady Rosaline.

54. And: An-POPE. 55. a: o'-THEobald. 58-9. 1 1.-12.

Qu. O thy letter, thy letter: He's a good friend of mine. Stand a side good bearer.

Boyet, you can carve,

Breake up this Capon.

Boyet. I am bound to serve.

This Letter is mistooke: it importeth none here:

It is writ to Jaquenetta.

Qu. We will reade it, I sweare.

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Breake the necke of the Waxe, and every one give eare.

By heaven, that thou art faire, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth it selfe that thou art lovely: more fairer then faire, beautifull then beautious, truer then truth it selfe: have comiseration on thy heroicall Vassall. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eie upon the pernicious and indubitate Begger Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, O base and obscure vulgar; videliset, He came, See, and overcame: hee came one; see, two; covercame three: Who came? the King. Why did he come? to see. Why did he see? to overcome. To whom came he? to the Begger. What saw he? the Begger. Who overcame he? the Begger. The conclusion is victorie: On whose side? the King: the captive is inricht: On whose side? the Beggers. The catastrophe is a Nuptiall: on whose side? the Kings: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for so stands the comparison) thou the Begger, for so witnesseth thy lowlinesse. Shall I command

61-2. 1 1.-12.
78. See: saw-2-4F.
79. see: saw-RowE. covercame: overcame-2Q.3-4F.
84. the King: the King's-2Q.3-4F.