We will give up our right in Aquitain, An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, a Dear princess, were not his requests so far PRIN. You do the king my father too much wrong, And the reputation of your name, PRIN. in the light. LONG. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name. BOYET. She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. LONG. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? LONG. Nay, my choler is ended. BOYET. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit LONG. BIRON. What's her name, in the cap? BOYET. Katharine, 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 madcap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. BOYET. PRIN. It was well his word. And every jest but a word. done of you to take him at BOYET. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. * As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Did point yout to buy them, along as you pass'd. BOYET. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, BOYET. With that which we lovers entitle, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. affected. PRIN. Your reason? BOYET. Why, all bis behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: (*) First folio, do. My lips are no common, though several they be.] The difficulty in this passage has arisen from the particle though, which appears to destroy the antithesis between common, i. e. public land, and several, which, in the ordinary acceptation, implies enclosed or private property. If, however, we take both Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st b the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat, penthouselike, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed 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 betrayed without these; and make them men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these. C ARM. How hast thou purchased this experience? MOTH. the hobby-horse is forgot.(4) have thin belly-doublet; but surely thin-belly, "like a rabbit on a spit," is more humorous. By my penny of observation.] The early copies read penne, which, with peny, penni, pennie, was an old form of spelling the word. "My penny," "his penny," "her penny,' popular phrase formerly. See Note (3), Illustrative Comments on Act III. was a MOTH. Negligent student! learn her by heart. MOTH. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove. ARM. What wilt thou prove? Moгн. 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. Re-enter MOTH with COSTARD. C MOTH. A wonder, master; here's a Costard c broken in a shin. ARM. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'envoy-begin. COST. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the male, 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: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for MOTH. And three times as much more, and l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve? yet nothing at all. ARM. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a letter. MOTH. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador for an ass! ARM. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? MоTH. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon ARM. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? Honest master, or, rather master,-] This is always punctuated or, rather, master." But, from the context, which is a play on swift and slow, I apprehend Moth to mean by rather master, Aasty master; rather, of old, meaning quick, eager, hasty, &c. To say so:] Should we not read slow for so? Here's a Costard broken in a shin.] Costard means head. Thes: "I wyll rappe you on the costard with my horne." And in "King Lear," Act IV. Sc. 6: HYCKE SCORNER. "Keepe out, che vor'ye, or ice try whether your costard or my bat be the harder " MоTH. Do the wise think them other? is nct 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, There's the moral: now the l'envoy. MOTH. I will add the l'envoy; say the moral ARM. The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, MOTH. Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Staying the odds by adding four. MоTH. 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 pennyworth 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. (*) First folio, faine. d No salve in the male, sir:] The old copies have-" No salve in thee male, sir," which Johnson, Malone, and Steevens interpret, "in the bag or wallet." Tyrwhitt proposed to remove the ambi guity by reading: "No salve in them all, sir;" which, if not decisive, is certainly a very ingenious conjecture. e-plantain !] "All the plantanes are singular good wound herbes, to heale fresh or old wounds and sores, either inward or outward."-PARKINSON'S Theater of Plantes, 1640, p. 498. f I will example it :] This, and the eight lines following it, are omitted in the folio, 1623. ARM. Come hither, come hither; how did this argument begin? MоTH. 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 came your argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought. And he ended the market. Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. ARM. We will talk no more of this matter. COST. Till there be more matter in the shin. ARM. Marry,* Costard, I will enfranchise thee. 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 immured, restrained, captivated, bound. COST. True, true; and now you will be my ARM. But tell me; how was there a Costard purgation, and let me loose. broken in a shin? MоTH. I will tell you sensibly. COST. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy. I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, 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 : |