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Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing| Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is noi else.
come, King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Where that and other specialities are bound, Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise. To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. Where' now his knowledge must prove ignorance. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping : All liberal reason I will yield unto. 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand, And sin to break it:
As honour, without breach of honour, may But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
Make tender of to thy true worthiness : To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, But here without you shall be so receiv'd, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
(Gives a paper. Though so denied fair harbour in my house. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell;
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; To-morrow shall we visit you again.
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
(Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. I know, you did.
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own Ros.
How needless was it then heart, To ask the question !
Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would Biron.
You must not be so quick. be glad to see it. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such Biron. I would, you heard it groan ? questions.
Ros. Is the fool sick ? Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Biron, Sick at heart. twill tire.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Ros. My physic says, 1:2
Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye ? Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. No poynt, with my knile. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. Now, God save thy life! Biron. And send you many lovers!
Ros. And yours from long living! Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is King. Madam, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Being but the one half of an entire sum,
Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Disbursed by my father in his wars.
[Exit. But say, that he, or we (as neither have,)
Long. I beseech you a word ; What is she in Receird that sum ; yet there remains unpaid
the white ? A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
the light. Although not valued to the money's worth. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her If then the king your father will restore But that one hall which is unsatisfied,
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire We will give up our right in Aquitain,
that, were a shame. And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter ? But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard!
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir ; that may be.
(Exit Long. Dear princess, were not his requests so far
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. In so unseeming to confess receipt
[Exil Biron.- Ladies unmask. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; King. I do protest, I never heard of it; Not a word with him but a jest. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
And every jest but a word. Or yield up Aquitain.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his Prin. We arrest your word:
word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances,
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to For such a sum, from special officers
board. Or Charles his father.
Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
'And wherefore not ships ! (1) Whereas. (2) Part.
(3) Ayt yes.
(4) A French particle of negation
I will prove.
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Arm. Ilow means't thou? brawling in French? Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig of the jest ?
a tune at the tongue's end, canary* to it with your Boyel. So you grant pasture for me.
feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sig!
[Offering to kiss her. a note, and sing a note ; sometime through the Mar.
Noi so, gentle beast; throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; My lips are no common, though several' they be sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed uf Boyet. Belonging to whom
love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouseMar.
To my fortunes and me. like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on agree :
a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man The civil war of wits were much better used after the old painting; and keep not too long in On Navarre and his book-men; for here’tis abused. one tune, but a snip and away: These are comBoyet. If my observation (which very seldom plements, these are humours; these betray nice lies,)
wenches-that would be betrayed without these; By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, and make them men of note (do you note, men ?) Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. that are most affected to these. Prin. With what?
Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Moth. By my penny of observation. Prin. Your reason?
.rm. But 0,<but ,Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Moth. -the hobby-horse is forgot. retire
Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ? To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Moth. No, master; the hobhy-horse is but a colt, His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed, forgot your love? His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Arm. Almost I had. Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be; Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. All senses to that sense did make their repair, Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy : Arm. What wilt thou prove? Who, tendering their own worth, from where they Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and were glass'd,
without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. because your heart cannot come by her; in heart His face's own margent did quote such amazes, you love her, because your heart is in love with her; That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : and out of heart you love her, being out of heart I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, that you cannot enjoy her. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Arm. I am all these three.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos’d.--. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his nothing at all! eye hath disclos'd:
Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me I only have made a mouth of his eye,
a letter. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse to Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak’st be ambassador for an ass ! skillully.
Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon news of him.
the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her
Arm. The way is but short; away. father is but grim.
Moth. As swift as lead, sir. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ?
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? Mar.
No. Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? Boyet.
What then, do you see? Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, masRos. Ay, our way to be gone.
ter, no. Boyet.
You are too hard for me. Arm. I say, Icad is slow.
[Exeunt. Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so;
Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun ?
Arni. Sweet smoke of rhetoric !
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's
I shoot thee at the swain.
Thump then, and I fee.
[Erit. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense
Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of hearing.
of grace! Moth. Concolinel
(Singing. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face; Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years; take Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him My herald is return'd. festinately? hither; I must employ him in a letter
Re-enter Moth and Costard. to my love.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costarde French bra wi ??
broken in a shin. (1) A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands. (4) Cana' was the name of a sprightly dance, 2) Hast so (3) A kind of dance.
(5 Quick, ready. (6) A head.
Arm. Some enigma, some ddle: come,—thy rance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing l'envoy ;'-begin.
but this : Bear this significant to the country-maid Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'enroy; no salve Jaquenetta: there is remuneration;, [Giving him in the mail, sir : 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain; money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, reno l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ? warding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Erit.
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy Moth. Like the sequel, I.--Signior Costard, silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs adieu. provolies me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, Cosi. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my inconya my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for Jew !
(Exil Moth. Penroy, and the word, l'enroy, for a salve ? Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunera
Moch. Do the wise think them other ? is not tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : l'envoy a salve ?
three farthings—remuneration. What's the price Arni. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse of this inkle ? a penny :-No, I'll give you a reto make plain
muneration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration ! Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will sain.
never buy and sell out of this word. I will example it: The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Enter Biron. Were still at odds, being but three.
Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! excecdingly There's the moral: Now the l'envoy:
well met. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon again.
may a man buy for a remuneration ? Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Biron. What is a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Biron, 0, stay, slave; I must employ thee: with my l'enroy.
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. When would you have it done, sir ? Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Biron. O, this afternoon. Staying the odds by adding four.
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Biron. 0, thou knowest not what it is. Would you desire more?
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. that's flat:
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be morning. fat.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and slave, it is but this loose :
The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. And in her train there is a gentle lady; Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her argument begin ?
name, Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in And Rosaline they call her : ask for her ; a shin.
And to her white hand see thou do commend Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;' go. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came
[Gives him money. your argument in;
Cost. Guerdon,-0) sweet guerdon! better than Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : Most bought;
sweet guerdon !- I will do it, sir, in print. *-GuerAnd he ended the market.
[Exil. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that broken in a shin ?
have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
very beadle to a humourous sigh; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; speak that l'envoy
A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Fell over the threshold,' and broke my shin. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Cost. 0, marry me to one Frances :-1 smell Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Sole imperator, and great general liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert im- of trotting paritors, O my little heart!mured, restrained, captivated, bound.
And I to be a corporal of his field, Cost. True, true; and now you will be my pur- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! gation, and let me loose.
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
(1) An old French term for concluding verses, (4) With the utmost exactness.
(7) The officers of the spiritual courts who servo (2) Delightful.
(3) Reward. citationis.
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
Enter Costard. And never going aright, being a watch,
Prin. Here comes a member of the commonBut being watch'd that it may still go right? wealth. Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all; Cost. God dig-you-den' all! Pray you, which is And, among three, to love the worst of all; the head lady? A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; that have no heads. Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Though' Argus were her eunuch and her guard : Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest ! it is so; truth To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
is truth. That Cupid will impose for my neglect
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, or his almighty dreadful little might.
One of these maids' girúles for your waist should Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
be fit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest
Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will ?
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter ; he's a good friend SCENE I.–Another part of the same. Enter Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve ;
Break the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet,
this capon. Lords, altendants, and a Forester.
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse It is writ to Jaquenetta. so hard
We will read it, I swear: Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Boyet. (Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous ; mind.
truth itsel), that thou art lovely : More fairer than Well, lords, to-day 'we shall have our despatch; fair, beaulijul than beauteous; truer than truth On Saturday we will return to France.
(itself, have commiseration on thy heroical tassa!! Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, The magnanimous and most illustrate3 king CoThat we must stand and play the murderer in? Iphetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice;lbeggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, the vulgar (o base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, And thereupon thou speak’st, the fairest shoot. he came, sau, and wercame : he came, one ; sau,
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. tuo; overcame, three. Who came 1' the king ; Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again Why did he come ? lo see; Why did he see? to say, no?
overcome : To whom camé he ? to the beggar; O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for wo! What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he? For. Yea, madam, fair.
the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose Prin.
Nay, never paint me now; side ? the king's : the captive is enriched; On whose Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. side ? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial ; Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; On whose side? the king's-no, on both in one, or
(Giving him money. one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comiFair payment for foul words is more than due. parison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. ovliness. Shall I command thy love? I may
Prin. Sce, see, my beauty will be sar'd by merit. Shall I enforce thy love ? I could: Shall I entreal O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
thy love ? I will. "What shalt thou erchange for A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- rags ? robes; For tiltles, titles: For thyself, me. But come, the bow:--Now mercy goes to kill, Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on the A shooting well is then accounted ill.
foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on the Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :
every part. Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
Thine, in the dearest design of industry, If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
Don Adriano de Armado. That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar And, out of question, so it is sometimes ;
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his preyi Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;
Submissive fall his princely seet before, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, And he from forage will incline to play: We bend to that the working of the heart:
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then ? As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
Food for his rage, repasture for his den. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove
this letter ? reignty
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
better? Lords o'er their lords?
Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford the style. To any lady that subdues a lord.
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er 1
erewhile. (1) God give you good even. .
(4) Just now
Boyet. Th Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it here in court;
were, so fit. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! To the prince, and his book-mates.
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word: To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Who gave thee this letter ?
a' will swear!Cosi.
I told you ; my lord. And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit! Prin. To whom should'st thou give it ? Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Cost. From my lord to my lady. Sola, sola !
[Shouting within. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
[Erit Costard, running. Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, SCENE II.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir To a lady of France, that he callid Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,
Nathaniel, and Dull. lords, away.
Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in Hlere, sweet, put up this ;, 'twill be thine another the testimony of a good conscience.. day
[Exit Princess and Train. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ? blood ; ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth Ros.
Shall I teach you to know ? like a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the welkin, Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. face of terra,-the soil, the land, the earth. Finely put off!
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyei. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But,
sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Finely put on!
Dill. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Boyel.
And who is your deer ? insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explicaRos. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather,
ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-aster Finely put on, indeed !-
his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon strikes at the brow.
firmed fashion—to insert again my haud credo for Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit a deer. her now?
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; Ros. Shall I come upon thec with an old saying, 'twas a pricket. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !- thou little boy, as touching the hit it?
monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Nath. Sir, he hath never led of the dainties that that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it was a little wench, as touching the hit it. were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit il, hit it. (Singing. replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
the duller parts; Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
And such barren plants are set before us, that we An I cannot, another can.
thankful should be (Exeunt Ros. and Kath. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
that do fructify in us more than he. fit it! M. A mark marvellous well shot; for they so, were there a patch set on learning, to see him
or a fool, both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
in a school : mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick’in't, to mete at, if it Many can brook the weather, that love not the
wind. may be.
Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by Mar. Wide oʻthe bow hand! I'faith, your hand is out.
your wit, Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not
five weeks old as yet? hit the clout.
Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your
man Dull. hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the moon.
Duill. What is Dictynna ? the pin.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips
was no more ; grow foul.
And raught not to five weeks, when he came to five Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal
sgore. lenge her to bowl.
The allusion holds in the exchange. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl. [Exeunt Boyet and Maria.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the
exchange. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Hol. "God comfort thy capacity! I say, the alluLord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! sion holds in the exchange. O'my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the ex.
change; for the moon is never but a month olu: (1) A species of apole. (2) A low fellow.