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Prin. Wy will shall break it; will, and nothing eise

King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise. Where" now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping : 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, And sin to break it: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prio. You will the sooner, that I were away; For you’ll prove perjurd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once 1 Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once 2 Biron. I know, you did. Ros. How needless was it then To ask the question Biron. Ros. 'Tis 'long of questions. , Biron. Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, "twill tire. Ros. Not till it leaves the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day ? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befall your mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers | Biron. And send you many lovers 1 Ros. Amen, so you be none. Biron. Nay, then will I be o: King. Madam, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars, But say, that he, or we (as neither have,) Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, One part of Aquitain is bound to us, Although not valued to the money's worth. If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitain, And hold fair friendship with his majesty. But that, it seems, he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repaid A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, To have his title live in Aquitain; Which we much rather had depart” withal, And have the money by our father lent, Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests so far From reason's yielding, your fair self should make A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again. Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to consess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. King. I do protest, I never heard of it; A..."; ou prove it, I’ll repay it back, Or yield up Aquitain. in. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances, For such a sum, from special officers Of Charles his father.

King. (1) Whereas.

You must not be so quick. you that spur me with such

Satisfy me so.

(2) Part. (3) Aye yes.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not

come, Where that and other specialities are bound, To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. It shall sustice me: at which interview All liberal reason I will yield unto. Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness : You may not come, fair princess, in mygate; But here without you shall be so receiv' As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart, Though so denied s: harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell; To-morrow shall we visit you again. Prin. Swo health and fair desires consort your race : 'hy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ereunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Ros...'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. Biron. I would, you heard it groan? Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron. Sick at heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physic says, I.” Biron. Wii you picki with your eye? Ros. No poynt," with my knife. Biron. Now, God save thy life : Ros. And yours from long living ! Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.....[Retiring. Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that same Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady Monsieur, fare so: oarit. Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in the white 2 Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the o 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 ? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's blessing on your beard Boyet. Good sir, be not offended: She is an heir of Falconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. Erit 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. Erit Biron.—Ladies unmask. JMar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his

word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. JMar. Two hot sheeps, marry ! Boyet. And wherefore not ships?

(4) A French particle of negation

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
-Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish
B t". jest 1 s
el. So you grant pasture for me.
oy you grant p Offering to kiss her.
JMar. ot so, gentle beast;
My lips are no common, though several' they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom
JMar. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles,
agree :
The civil ; of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
Boyet...If my observation (which very seldom

lies,) By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Prin. Your reason 7 Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed, His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ; All senses to that sense did o: their repair, To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As ...i. in crystal for some prince to ''. Who, tendering their own worth, from where they were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. His face's own margent did quote such amazes, That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes: I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos’d— Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd : ! only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully. .Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim. o Do you hear, my mad wenches 7 ar.

No. Boyet. What then, do you see? Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.

Boyet. You are too hard for me.

SCENTE I.—lnother part of the same. Enter Armado and Moth.

•Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

Moth. Concolinel— sing:

:Trom. 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.

JMoth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl 7°

(...) A qu'oble, several signified unenclosed lands. (2) Has' Y. (3) A kind of dance.

..]rm. How means’t thou? brawling in French 7 .Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig of a tune at the tongue's end, canary" to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigl 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 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 are most affected to these. .dr.m. How hast thou purchased this experience 2 .Moth. By my penny of observation. .dr.m. But O,-but O,JMoth. —the hobby-horse is forgot. .dr.m. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? .Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt. and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love? rm. Almost I had. .Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. .dr.m. By heart, and in heart, boy. ..Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove. .slrm. What wilt thou prove 7 .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. ..?rm. I am all these three. .Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all! o Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a letter. JMoth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador for an ass! .drm, Ha, ha! what sayest thou? JMoth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: But I go. Jirm. The way is but short; away. JMoth. As sw § as lead, sir. .dr.m. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow 7 Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, master, no. .orm. I say, lead is slow. JMoth. You are too swift,” sir, to say so; Is that lead slow which is fir’d from a gun? ./lrm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric | He repo me a cannon; c.nd the bullet, that’s

e :I shoot thee at the swain. JMoth. Thump then, and I flee. Erit. .drm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and fro of grace By thy favour, sweet wellin, 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.

(4) Cana', was the name of a sprightly dance. (5 Quick, ready. (6) A head.

Jrm. Some enigma, some ...ddle: come, thy Penvoy;"—begin. Cost, No §§ 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 irm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; th; silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: Ö, pardon me, my stars! . Doth the inconsiderate take salve for "enroy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve' iii. Do the wise think them other ? is not Penroy a salve 1 i. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been

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again. .dr.m. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: JMoth. 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: .orm. Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envois, 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

at.To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and

oose : Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. .irm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin 7 Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in

a shita. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in ; Then o boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you ought; And he ended the market. .orm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin 7 Moth. I will tell you sensibly. . . Cast. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will Peak that Penroy :- - - - I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. orm. We will talk no more of this matter... Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. orm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Cost. 0, marry me to one, Frances:—I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this. ..?rm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, o: thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. .irm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du

(1) An old French term for concluding verses,

which served either to convey the moral, or to address the poem to some person.

(2) Delightful. (3) Reward.

rance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country-mai Jaquenetta: there is remuneration;, [Giving him money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. soit. JMoth. o the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, at lieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony” Jew l— |Erit Moth. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration' O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings—remuneration.—What's the price of this inkle 7 a penny:-JNo, I'll give you a re-. muneration : why, it carries it.—Remuneration lwhy, 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! excecdingly well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon m; a man buy for a remuneration? iron. What is a remuneration ? Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. 0, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Biron. O, this afternoon. Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. 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 asternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this;– The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lad When tongues speak sweetly, then t

name, And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;' go. [Gives him money. Cost. Guerdon,-0 sweet truerdon better than remuneration ; oil. farthing better: Most sweet guerdon —I will do it, sir, in print."—Guerdon—remuneration. Earit. Biron. Q —And I, forsooth, in love I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humourous sigh A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This whimpled,” whining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, . Dread prince of plackets," king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great genera of trotting paritors,'—O my little heart!— And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop ! What? I I love I sue ! I seek a wife . A woman, that is like a German clock,

§ name her

4) With the utmost exactness.

5) Hooded, veiled. (6) Petticoats.

(7) The officers of the spiritual courts who servo citations.

Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But bein ...; that it may still go right?
Nay, to É. perjur'd, which is worst of a |
And, among three, to love the worst of all;

A whitriy wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
%. h Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
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 dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, o pray, sue, and groan;
Some men must love my ad , and some *



SCE.N.E I.—dnother 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; On Saturday we will return to France.— Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and o the murderer in 7 For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again

say no 7 o short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for wo For. Yea, madam, fair. in. Nay, never paint me now ; Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; [Giring him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that which yo inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, sit for these days : A giving hand, though soul, shall have fair praise.— But come, the bow:—Now mercy goes to kill, A shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me dot; if wo then it was to show my skill, That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; 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 self-sovereignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords 7 Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.

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Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth. 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 it is so; truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of o: maids' girdles for your waist should : fit. Are not . the chief woman? you are the thickest here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to ore lady Rosaline. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve : Break up this capon.” Boyet. I am bound to serve.— This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; It is writ to Jaquenetta. rim. 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 beautrous; truth itselj, that thou art lorely : More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itsel , have commiseration on thy heroical tassal The magnanimous and most illustrate king. Co

|. set eye upon the pernicious and indubilatt

oggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame : he came, one; sutt, turo ; orercame, three. Who came 7 the king ; Why did he come 2 to see; Why did he see to overcome : To whom came he 7 to the begger; What saw he 7 the beggar; Who overcame hr 2 the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On troose side 2 the king's : the captive is enriched; On whose side 2 the beggar's ; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side 2 the king’s—no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king ; for so stands the conarison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy wliness. Shall I command thy love 2 I may Shall I enforce thy lore ? I could: Shall I entreal thy love 7 I will. "What shalt thou erchange for rags 7 robes; For tittles, titles: For thyself, me. Thus, expecting | reply, I profane my lips on the y picture, and my heart on the every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Don Adriano de Armado.

Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standestas his prey,
submissive fail his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play:
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then
Food for his rage, repasture for his den. -
Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited
this letter 2
What vane what weathercock? did you ever hear

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better 7 Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er to ere while.*

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near. Finely put on, indeed!— .Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her now 7 Ros. Shall I come upon thes with an old saying, that was a man when É. Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? et. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. [Singing. Thou canst not hit it, my good man. Boyet. .1n I cannot, cannot, cannot, ./ln I cannot, another can. [Ereunt Ros. and Kath.

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may be. Mar. Wide of the bow hand! I'faith, your hand

is out. Cost. Indeed, a must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout. Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your and is in. Cost. Then, will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin. Asar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips ow foul. Cost. §. too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl. [Ereunt Boyet and Maria. Cost. By my soul, a swain! amost simple clown! Lord, lord; how theiadies andfhave put him down: O' my troth, most sweet jests most incony vulgar wit

(1) A species of apole. (2) A low fellow.

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JN'ath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, blood; ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of calor-the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon faileth like a crab, on the face of terra,-the soil, the land, the earth. JN'ath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: . But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hoi. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Dull. ’Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Hol. Most barbarous intimation | yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon o: fashion—to insert again my haud credo for a deer. Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket. Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus —0, thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! JN'ath. Sir, he hath never sed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it were ; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, So, were there a patch” set on learning, to see him in a school: But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, JMany can look the weather, that love not the

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The amui: holds in the exchange.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the

Hol. God comfort thy capacity I say, the allu-

sion holds in the exchange.

And I say the pollution holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month clu:

(3) Reached.

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