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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"5?
Arm. How mean'st 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 eye-lids; 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 snuff d up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms cross'd 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 betray'd without these; and make them men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these.
Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?
Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
Arm. Almost I had.
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.
Moth. A message weil sympathised; a horse to be embassador for an ass!
Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou?
Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: But I go.
Arm. The way is but short; away.
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no.
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:I shoot thee at the swain. Moth.
Thump then, and I flee. (Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of
grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy
face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.
Re-enter Moth and Costard. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken
in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'en.
voy "8;-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: 0, 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 bee,
Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy : Say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and 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 penny-worth 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 called you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus canic your
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market 20.
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
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;- I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immurd, res trained, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance: and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; [Giving him money ;] for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.
[Erit. Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew 21
[Erit Moth. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: