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good carriage, great carriage ; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.
ARM. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love, too—Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, master.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.
ARM. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. As I have read, sir : and the best of them too.
ARM. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers ; but to have a love of that colour, methinks,
Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a green wit.
ARM. My love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth. Most maculate * thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.
ARM. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me.
ARM. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical! Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown :
(*) First folio, immaculate.
(+) Cld copies, Alush-in.
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
Jaq. Fair weather after you !
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.
[Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. Which native sbe doth owe.
Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of ere thou be pardoned. white and red.
Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall ARM. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King do it on a full stomach. and the Beggar ? (5)
ARM. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. The world was very guilty of such a
Cost. I am more bound to you than your ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. 't is not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither ARM. Take away this villain ; shut him up. serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. ARM. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, that I may example my digression by some
being loose. mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country Moth. No, sir ; that were fast and loose : girl that I took in the park with the rational hind thou shalt to prison. Costard; she deserves well.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love desolation that I have seen, some shall seethan my master.
[Aside. Moth. What shall some see ? Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what
Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too* wench.
silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say ARM. I say, sing.
nothing : I thank God, I have as little patience as Moth. Forbear till this company be past. another man; and, therefore, I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and CostART).
Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is * Enter Dull, CoSTARD, and JAQUENETTA.
base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be
forsworn (which is a great argument of falsehood) Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is that you keep
if I love : and how can that be true love, which Costard safe : and you must let him take no
is falsely attempted ? Love is a familiar; love is delight, nor no penance; but a't must fast three
a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet days a week. For this damsel, I must keep
Sampson was so tempted; and he had an excellent her at the park; she is allowed for the day
strength: yet was Solomon so seduced ; and he woman. Fare you well.
had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too Anm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid.
hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much Jaq. Man.
odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second ARM. I will visit thee at the lodge.
cause' will not serve my turn ; the passado he JAQ. That's hereby.b
respects not, the duello he regards not: his disARM. I know where it is situate.
grace is to be called boy; but his glory is to JAQ. Lord, how wise you are !
subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier ! be still, Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
drum ! for your manager& is in love; yea, he JAQ. With that face?
loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme. ARM. I love thee.
for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnets. Devise, wit; JAQ. So I heard you say.
write, pen; for, I am for whole volumes in folio. ARM. And so farewell.
(*) Old copies, Enter Clowne, Constable, and Wench.
(t) First folio, he. A -- for the day-woman.) A day-woman is a dairy-woman, a milk-woman. Johnson, in his Dictionary, derives dairy from day, which, he says, though without adducing any authority, was an old word for milk.
b. That's hereby ] She means, scoflingly, that's as it may happen ; that's to be seen. Armado understands her in the literal sense, close by.
c With that face?] An old bantering phrase, hardly obsolete now. The folio mars it by reading, "With what face?"
d That were fast and loose :) An allusion to a well-known game of the time, now called "pricking i' the garter."
e I do affect-] i.e. I do love, &c. Affect, in this sense, is so
(*) First folio omits too. common an expression with the old writers, as scarcely to require explanation.
f The first and second canse will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, -] These are terms borrowed from the school of fence, and the fantastical treatises on the Duello by Saviolo and Caranza. See the Illustrative Comments on Act II. of " Romeo and Juliet."
8 – for your manager is in tore ;] The corrector of Mr. Collier's copy of the folio 1632, with much plausibility, suggests for manager that we should read armiger ; and two lines lower, instead of sonnet, as in the old editions, sonnet-maker. In the latter case, I prefer sonnets, the happy emendation of an American critic, Dr. Verplanck.
SCENE I.— Another part of the Park. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance
Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, As Nature was in making graces dear,
MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and When she did starve the general world beside, other Attendants.
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though Boret. Now, madam, summon up your
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Consider who the king your father sends ;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine. Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.
But now to task the tasker,— Good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, * Your dearest spirila ;] That is, your choicest, rarest spirits.
Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court : Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Bold of your worthiness, we single you
Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in love As our best-moving fair solicitor:
That every one her own hath garnished
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Now, what admittance, lord ? BoYET. Proud of employment, willingly I go. Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair
approach ; Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.- And he and his competitors in oath Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? a
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, ORD. Longaville is one.
He rather means to lodge you in the field, PRIN.
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) MAR. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
To let you enter his unpeopled house. Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
Here comes Navarre. [The Ladies mask. In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is esteem’d;
Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms ;
KING. Fair princess, welcome to the court of (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil),
Navarre. Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will ; Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and welWhose edge hath power to cut, whose will still come I have not yet: the roof of this court is too wills
high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields It should none spare that come within his power.
too base to be mine. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike: is't so?
KING. You shall be welcome, madam, to my Mar. They say so most, that most his humours
PRIN. I will be welcome then ; conduct me PRIN. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they
King. Hear me, dear lady,—I have sworn an Who are the rest ?
oath. Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplishd Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. youth,
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d:
will. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill ; Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
nothing else. And shape to win grace though he* had no wit. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ;
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, And much too little of that good I saw,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Is my report, to his great worthiness.
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: Ros. Another of these students at that time 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, Was there with him: ift I have heard a truth, And sin to break it: Biron they call him, but a merrier man,
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; Within the limit of becoming mirth,
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. I never spent an hour's talk withal :
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, His eye begets occasion for his wit ;
And suddenly resolve me in my suit. For every object that the one doth catch,
[Gives a paper. The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ;
KING. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
PRIN. You will the sooner, that I were away;
(*) Folio, 1623, she,
(t) Folio, 1623, as. * - this virtuous duke!) The titles of king and duke were used indifferently both by Shakespeare and his contemporaries
Well fitted in the arts,-) The older copies omit the article, which was supplied in the second folio.
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not Í dance with you in Brabant
once ? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
once ? Biron. I know you did. Ros. How needless was it then to ask the
question ! Biron. You must not be so quick. Ros. 'T is long of you that spur me with such
questions ! Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
't will tire.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask !
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate