King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence : you Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? shall fast a week with bran and water.

Arm. In thy condign praise. Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. and porridge.

Arm. What, that an eel is ingenious ?
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. Moth. That an eel is quick.
My lord Birón, see him delivered o'er :-

Arm. I do say thou art quick in answers. Thou
And go we, lords, to put in practice that heatest my blood.
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. Moth. I am answered, sir.

[Exeunt KING, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. Arm. I love not to be crossed. Biron. I 'll lay my head to any good man's hat, Moth. He speaks the mere contrary; crosses These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. – love not him.

[Aside. Sirrah, come on.

Arm. I have promised to study three years with Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is I the duke. was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir. true girl: and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of Arm. Impossible. prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, Moth. How many is one thrice told ? and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! [Exeunt. Arm. I am ill at reckoning; it fits the spirit of

a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir. SCENE II. — Another part of the Park. AR- Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish MADO's House.

of a complete man.

Moth. Then I am sure you know how much the Enter ARMADO and MOTH.

gross sum of deuch-ace amounts to. Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. spirit grows melancholy?

Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three. Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Arm. True.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? thing, dear imp.

Now here is three studied ere you 'll thrice wink: Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no !

- and how easy it is to put “years” to the word Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melan- three, and study three years in two words, the choly, my tender juvenal ?

dancing horse will tell you. Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work Arm. A most fine figure ! ing, my tough senior ?

Moth. To prove you a cipher. Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior ? Arm. I will hereupon confess I am in love: and

Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender ju- as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love venal ?

with a base wench. If drawing my sword against Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent the humor of affection would deliver me from the epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which reprobate thought of it, I would take desire priswe may nominate tender.

oner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; metitle to your old time, which we may name tough. thinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort me, Arm. Pretty and apt.

| boy: what great men have been in love ? Moth. How mean you, sir ? I pretty, and my Moth. Hercules, master. saying apt? or, I apt, and my saying pretty? | Arm. Most sweet Hercules ! - More authority, Arm. Thou pretty, because little.

dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let Moth. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, master : he was a man of Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. | good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the


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town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was precedent. Boy, I love that country girl that I in love.

took in the park with the rational hind Costard; Arm. 0 well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed she deserves well. Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in than my master.

[Aside. love too. — Who was Sampson's love, my dear Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in Moth?

love. Moth. A woman, master.

Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light Arm. Of what complexion ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, Arm. I say, sing.
or one of the four.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?

Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is that you keep them too.

Costard safe: and you must let him take no deArm. Green, indeed, is the color of lovers : but light nor no penance; but he must fast three days to have a love of that color, methinks Sampson a-week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the had small reason for it. He surely affected her for park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare her wit.

you well. Moth. It was so sir; for she had a green wit. Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and Maid ! red.

Jaq. Man!
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.
masked under such colors.

Jaq. That's hereby.
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Arm. I know where it is situate.

Moth. My father's wit and my mother's tongue Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! assist me!

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty Jaq. With that face? and pathetical !

Arm. I love thee.
Moth. If she be made of white and red,

Jaq. So I heard you say.
Her faults will ne'er be known; Arm. And so farewell.
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Jaq. Fair weather after you!

And fears by pale-white shewn : Dull. Come Jaquenetta, away.
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

[Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA. By this you shall not know;

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offenses,
For still her cheeks possess the same ere thou be pardoned.
Which native she doth owe.

Cost. Well, sir, I hope when I do it, I shall do A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of it on a full stomach. white and red.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King Cost. I am more bound to you than your fellows, and the Beggar?

for they were but lightly rewarded. Moth. The world was very guilty of such a bal- Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. lad some three ages since, but I think now 't is not Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. to be found; or if it were, it would neither serve Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast be for the writing nor the tune.

ing loose. Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, Moth No, sir; that were fast and loose; thou that I may example my digression by some mighty shalt to prison.

Cost. Well, if ever I do sce the merry days of there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was desolation that I have seen, some shall see — so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet Moth. What shall some see?

was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good Cost. Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' look upon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's i their words, and therefore I will say nothing. I rapier. The first and second cause will not serve thank God I have as little patience as another man, my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello and therefore I can be quiet.

he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy, [E.ccunt Moth and COSTARD. but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valor ! Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, rust, rapier! be still, drum ! for your manager is where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemwhich is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn poral god of rhyme ; for I am sure I shall turn (which is a great argument of falsehood) if I love: sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for and how can that be true love, which is falsely at- whole volumes in folio.

[Exit. tempted ? Love is a familiar; love is a devil :1



SCENE I. - Another part of the Park. A Pavil- | But now to task the tasker:- good Boyet, ion and Tents at a distance.

You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Enter the PrinceSS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MA

Till painful study shall outwear three years,
RIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other At-

No woman may approach his silent court:

Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course,
Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest Before we enter his forbidden gates,
spirits :

To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Consider who the king your father sends ; Bold of your worthiness, we single you
To whom he sends; and what 's his embassy : As our best-moving fair solicitor :
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, Tell him the daughter of the King of France,
To parley with the sole inheritor

On serious business, craving quick despatch, Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Impórtunes personal conference with his grace. Matchless Navarre : the plea of no less weight Haste, signify so much; while we attend, Than Aquitain; a dowry for a queen.

Like humbly-visaged suitors, his high will. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. As nature was in making graces dear,

[Exit. When she did starve the general world beside, Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is And prodigally gave them all to you.

so. —
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but Who are the votaries, my loving lord,

That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; 1st Lord. Longaville is one.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

Prin. Know you the man?
Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Mar. I know him, madam : at a marriage feast,
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Than you much willing to be counted wise Of Jaques Falconbridge solémnizéd,
In spending your wit in the praise of mine. | In Normandy saw I this Longaville :

A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed; He rather means to lodge you in the field
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms :

(Like one that comes here to besiege his court), Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Than seek a dispensation for his oath, The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss

To let you enter his unpeopled house. (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil), Here comes Navarre. [The Ladies mask. Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will ;

Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, Biron, and Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills

Attendants. It should none spare that come within his power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is 't King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of so ?

Navarre. Mar. They say so most, that most his humors Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and welcome know.

I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high Prin. Such short-lived wits do wither as they to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too grow.

base to be mine. Who are the rest ?

King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished

court. youth,

Prin. I will be welcome, then; conduct me Of all that virtue love for virtue loved :

thither. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,

oath. And shape to win grace though he had no wit. Prin. Our lady help my lord; he 'll be forsworn. I saw him at the Duke Alençon's once;

King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my And much too little of that good I saw,

will. Is my report, to his great worthiness.

Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothRos. Another of these students at that time

ing else. Was there with him; if I have heard a truth, King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Birón they call him; but a merrier man,

Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Within the limit of becoming mirth,

Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I never spent an hour's talk withal :

I hear your grace hath sworn out housekeeping: His eye begets occasion for his wit;

'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, For every object that the one doth catch, And sin to break it : The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;

But pardon me, I am too sudden bold; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Delivers in such apt and gracious words, Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, That agéd ears play truant at his tales,

And suddenly resolve me in my suit. And younger hearings are quite ravishéd;

[Gives a paper. So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in love; Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; That every one her own hath garnishéd

For you 'll prove perjured if you make me stay. With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant Mar. Here comes Boyet.

once ?

Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?
Re-enter BoYET.

Biron. I know you did.
Prin. Now, what admittance, lord ! Ros. How needless was it, then,

Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; To ask the question !
And he and his competitors in oath

Biron. You must not be so quick. Were all addressed to meet you, gentle lady, Ros. 'T is 'long of you that spur me with such Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt:| questions.

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Biron. Your wit's too hot; it speeds too fast; Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not 't will tire.

come, Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Where that and other specialties are bound : Biron. What time o' day?

To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Biron. Now fair befall your mask !

All liberal reason I will yield unto. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand Biron. And send you many lovers !

As honor, without breach of honor, may Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Make tender of to thy true worthiness : Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; King. Madam, your father here doth intimate But here without you shall be so received, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Being but the one half of an entire sum

Though so denied fair harbor in my house. Disbursed by my father in his wars.

Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : But say that he, or we (as neither have),

To-morrow we shall visit you again. Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,

grace! One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

King. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every Although not valued to the money's worth.

place ! [Exeunt King and his Train. If then the king your father will restore

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own But that one half which is unsatisfied,

heart. We will give up our right in Aquitain,

Ros. Pray you, do my commendations ; I would And hold fair friendship with his majesty. be glad to see it. But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Biron, I would you heard it groan.
For here he doth demand to have repaid

Ros. Is the fool sick ?
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Biron. Sick at the heart.
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Ros. Alack, let it blood.
To have his title live in Aquitain;

Biron. Would that do it good ?
Which we much rather had depart withal,

Ros. My physic says “ Ay." And have the money by our father lent,

Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye? Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

Ros. No poynt, with my knife. Dear princess, were not his requests so far

Biron. Now, God save thy life! From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Ros. And yours from long living ! A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. And go well satisfied to France again. "

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that Prin. You do the King my father too much

same? wrong,

Boyet. The heir of Alencon, Rosaline her name. And wrong the reputation of your name,

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well ! In so unseeming to confess receipt

[Exit. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

Long. I beseech you, a word : what is she in the King. I do protest I never heard of it;

white ? And if you 'll prove it, I'll repay it back, Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in Or yield up Aquitain.

the light. Prin. We arrest your word :

Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire Boyet, you can produce acquittances,

her name. For such a sum, from special officers

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire Of Charles his father.

that were a shame. King. Satisfy me so.

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter ?

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