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Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, Long. God's blessing on your beard !
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
Prin. With what? She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle "afLong. Nay, my choler is ended.
fected.” She is a most sweet lady.
Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Boyet. Why, all his behaviors did make their [Exit LONGAVILLE.
retire Biron. What's her name, in the cap? To the court of his eye, peeping through desire: Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Biron. Is she wedded, or no ?
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be; Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. All senses to that sense did make their repair,
[Exit BIRON. — Ladies unmask. To feel only looking on fairest of fair : Mar. That last is Birón, the merrry madcap Methought all his senses were locked in his eye, lord ;
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Not a word with him but a jest.
Who tendering their own worth, from where they Boyet. And every jest but a word.
were glassed, Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Did point you to buy them, along as you passed. his word.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : board.
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Boyet. And wherefore not ships ?
Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is disNo sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your
posed — lips.
Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye Mar. You sheep, and I pasture : shall that finish
hath disclosed : the jest ?
I only have made a mouth of his eye, Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
[Offering to kiss her. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak’st Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
skillfully. My lips are no common, though several they be. | Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news Boyet. Belonging to whom ?
of him. Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles,
father is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ?
Boyet. You are too hard for me. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.- Another part of the Park. Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three
I will prove. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense Arm. What wilt thou prove ? of hearing.
Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and
without, upon the instant :- By heart you love Moto sings.
her, because your heart cannot come by her; in Concolinel —
heart you love her, because your heart is in love Arm. Sweet air ! — Go, tenderness of years ! with her; and out of heart you love her, being out take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring of heart that you cannot enjoy her. him festinately hither: I must employ him in a Arm. I am all these three. letter to my love.
| Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Moth. Master, will you win your love with a nothing at all. French brawl?
Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? me a letter.
Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to a tune at the tongue's, end canary to it with be ambassador for an ass ! your feet, humor it with turning up your eyelids; Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: but I go. sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Arm. The way is but short; away. love by smelling love: with your hat, penthouse | Moth. As swift as lead, sir. like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, masafter the old painting; and keep not too long in ter, no. one tune, but a snip and away. These are comple- Arm. I say, lead is slow. ments, these are humors; these betray nice wenches Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so: that would be betrayed without these; and make Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? them men of note (do you note, men ?) that most Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! are affected to these.
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ?
he:Moth. By my penny of observation.
I shoot thee at the swain. Arm. But 0! but 0!
Moth. Thump then, and I flee. [Exit. Moth.— the hobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ?
of grace ! Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, By thy favor, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you
face: forgot your love?
Most rude melancholy, valor gives thee place. Arm. Almost I had.
| My herald is returned.
Re-enter Moth and CoSTARD.
Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a
shin. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard Then called you for the l' envoy. broken in a shin.
Cost. True, and I for a plantain. Thus came Arm. Some enigma, some riddle : come, thy your argument in l'envoy; begin.
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l' envoy; no salve bought; in them at all, sir. O, sir, plantain, a plain plan- And he ended the market. tain; no l' envoy, no l' envoy; no salve, sir, but Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard a plantain !
broken in a shin? Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy Moth. I will tell you sensibly. silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth! I will provokes me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, speak that l'envoy. my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve ? Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. l'envoy a salve ?
Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. No, page : it is an epilogue or discourse, | Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. to make plain
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;- I smell Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been some l'envoy, some goose, in this. sain.
Arm. By iny sweet soul, I mean, setting thee I will example it :
at liberty, enfreedoming thy person : thou wert imThe fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, mured, restrained, captivated, bound. Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purThere 's the moral. Now the l' envoy.
gation, and let me loose. Moth. I will add the l' envoy : say the moral Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from again.
durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, | nothing but this: - Bear this significant to the
Were still at odds, being but three : country maid Jaquenettà : there is remuneration Moth. Until the goose came out of door, [giving him money]; for the best ward of mine
And stayed the odds by adding four. honor is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow
[Erit. with my l envoy :
Moth. Like the sequel, I. — Signior Costard, The fox, the ape, the humble-bee,
adieu. Were still at odds being but three : Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh ! my inArm. Until the goose came out of door,
[Exit Moth. Staying the odds by adding four. Now will I look to his remuneration. RemuneraMoth. A good l envoy, ending in the goose : tion ! O, that 's the Latin word for three farthings would you desire more ?
- remuneration. “What's the price of this Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose : inkle ?”—“A penny.”—“No, I'll give you a that's flat :
remuneration.” Why, it carries it.— RemuneraSir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be tion! why, it is a fairer name than French crown.
I will never buy and sell out of this word. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose :
Enter BIRON. Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: how did this Biron. O, my good knave, Costard ! exceedingly argument begin?
| well met.
Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband A very beadle to a humorous sigh; may a man buy for a remuneration ?
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Biron. What is a remuneration ?
A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny-farthing.
Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Biron. O, why then, three-farthings worth of This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; silk.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Biron. O stay, slave; I must employ thee: The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting paritors; O my little heart !
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Still, a-repairing; ever out of frame; morning.
And never going aright; being a watch, Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, And being watched that it may still go right! slave, it is but this:-
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And, among three, to love the worst of all ! And in her train there is a gentle lady;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, When tongues speak sweetly they then name her with two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; name,
Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed, And Rosaline they call her : ask for her;
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : And to her white hand see thou do commend And I to sigh for her ! — to watch for her ! This sealed-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. To pray for her! Go to: it is a plague
[Gives him money. That Cupid will impose for my neglect Cost. Gardon, -0 sweet gardon ! better than Of his almighty dreadful little might. remuneration : eleven-pence farthing better. Most Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and sweet gardon !—I will do it, sir, in print.-- Gar
groan; don— remuneration !
[Exit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Biron. 0!— And I, forsooth, in love ! I, that
[Excit. have been love's whip;
SCENE I. - Another part of the Park. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shewed a mounting
mind. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHA-|
| Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch; RINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
On Saturday we will return to France.— Prin. Was that the king, that spurred his horse Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush so hard
That we must stand and play the murderer in ? Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he. A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot ; One of these maids' girdles for your waist should And thereupon thou speak’st, the fairest shoot.
be fit. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickPrin. What, what ? first praise me, and again
est here. say, no?
Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your O short-lived pride! Not fair ? alack for woe !
will ? For. Yes, madam, fair.
Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
one Lady Rosaline. When fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;
friend of mine : [Giving him money. Stand aside, good bearer. - Boyet, you can carve; Fair payment for foul words is more than due. Break up this capon.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Boyet. I am bound to serve. — Prin. See, see, my beauty will be saved by This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; merit.
It is writ to Jaquenetta. 0, heresy in fair, fit for these days!
Prin. We will read it, I swear :
“By heaven, that thou art fair is most infallible;
true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art Not wounding, pity would not let me do’t;
lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, If wounding, then it was to shew my skill,
truer than truth itself, have commisseration on thy heThat more for praise than purpose meant to kill. roical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate And, out of question, so it is sometimes;
king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubiGlory grows guilty of detested crimes,
tate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomise in the vulgar, (0
base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and We bend to that the working of the heart :
overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
Who came? - the king. Why did he come! - to see. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Why did he see? - to overcome. To whom came he! Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove to the beggar. What saw he ? — the beggar. Who overreignty
came he ? — the beggar. The conclusion is victory; on Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be
whose side ? -- the king's. The captive is enriched: on
whose side ? — the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nupLords o'er their lords ?
tial: on whose side ? — the king's ! - no, on both in Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford
one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the To any lady that subdues a lord.
comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy low
liness. Shall I command thy love? - I may. Shall I Enter COSTARD.
enforce thy love? - I could. Shall I entreat thy love? Prin. Pere comes a member of the common
- I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags ? robes : wealth.
for tittles, titles, for thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is
reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy pic
ture, and my heart on thy very part. the head lady?
“Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest
“Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO." that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his Cost. The thickest and the tallest ! it is so ;
prey; truth is truth.
Sabmissive fall his princely feet before, An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, And he from forage will incline to play: