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LABOUR'S LOST. 171 Arm. Pretty, and apt.
Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my way. ing apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
rd Biron see him deliver'd o'er. o we, lords, to put in practice that Thich each to other hath so strongly sworn.
[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. on. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, hese oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
come on, 5. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I ken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true and therefore, Welcome the sour cup
! Affiction may one day smile again, 'and till Sit thee down, sorrow!
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thou
Moth. I am answered, sir.
other part of the same. Armado's house.
Enter Armado and Moth. 2. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great şrows melancholy? h. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. 2. Why, sadness is one and the self-same
h. No, no; O lord, sir, no. 1. How canst thou part saduess and melan. my tender juvenal*? h. By a familiar demonstration of the worky tough senior. 2. Why tough senior? why tough senior? h. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal ? L. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent on, appertaining to thy young days, which y nominate tender. k. And I, tough seuior, as an appertinent tio rour old time, which we may name tough.
* A young man.
Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir,
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir,
Arm. I confess both ; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much the
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study?
• The name of a coin once current.
Arm. And therefore apt, because
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in a heatest my blood.
Moth. I am answered, sir,
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary not him.
Arm. I have promised to study the the duke.
Moth. You may do it in an hour,
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitte a tapster.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a
Arm. I confess both; they are bo of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure you know gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm. It doth amount to one more Moth. Which the base vulgar do ca Arm. True. * Moth. Why, sir, is this such a pie Now here is three studied, ere you'll and how easy it is to put years to the and study three years in two words, horse will tell you,
* The name of a coin once cur
Act 1. most fine figure! o prove you a cypher.
[Aside. vill hereupon confess, I am in love: and, for a soldier to love, so am I in love with ch. If drawing my sword against the hu. ection would deliver me from the reproit of it, I would take desire prisoner, and to any French courtier for a new devised think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great een in love? ercules, master. ost sweet Hercules ! - More authority, ime more; and, sweet my child, let them ood repute and carriage. amson, master; he was a man of good reat carriage ; for he carried the town. i back, like a porter: and he was in love.
well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samxcel thee in my rapier, as much as thou carrying gates. I am in love too,-Who i's love, my dear Moth?
woman, master. : what complexion ? f all the four, or the three, or the two; e four. Il me precisely of what complexione f the sea-water green, sir. that one of the four complexions? s I have read, sir; and the best of them
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most prestig,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown:
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owes.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, bog, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm, I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digressiont by sotne mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well. Moth. To be whipped; and get a better love
than my master.
(Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirits grow heavy in love,
Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Arm. I say, sing.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.
Of which she is naturally possessed. + Transgression,
'een, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but love of that colour, methinks, Samson reason for it. He, surely, affected her
was so, sir; for she had a green wit. I love is most immaculate white and red. Lost maculate thoughts, master, are der such colours. fine, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mo assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child and pathetical! Moth. If she be made of white and
Her faults will ne'er be known; For blusliing cheeks by faults are
And fears by pale-white shown
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owe*. A davgerous rhyme, master, against white and red.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of some three ages since: but, I think, n be found; or, if it were, it would nei the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have the subject newly I may example my digressiont by soin cedent. Boy, I do love that countr took in the park with the rational hind deserves well.
Moth. To be whipped; and yet a be my master,
Arm. Sing, boy; my spirits grow h
Moth. And that's great marvel, wench.
Arm. I say, sing.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jagu Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, th Costard safe: and you must let him ta por no penance; but a'mast fast three
* Of which she is naturally poss + Transgression,
where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her booty
lamsel, I must keep her at the park; she is for the day.woman*. Fare you well. I do betray myself with blushing.Maid. Ian. I will visit thee at the lodge. 'hat's hereby. I know where it is situate. ord, how wise you are ! I will tell thee wonders. Vith that face? I love thee. o I heard you say. And so farewell. 'air weather after you! Come, Jaquenetta, away.
[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere ardoned. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do II stomach. Thou shalt be heavily punished. : am more bound to you, than your fellows, are but lightly rewarded. Take away this villain; shut him up.
Come, you transgressing slave; away. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, be. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou rison. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of dehat I have seen, some shall see
What shall some see? Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they 1. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in ds; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I d, I have as little patience as another man; refore, I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and Costard.
which is basest, doth tread. I shall be for worn (which is a great argument of falsehood), if I love: and how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit, Cupid's butt-sliaftt is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first, and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello be regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rusl, tapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall tara sonneteer. Devise wit'; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
SCENE I. Another part of the same. A pavilion
and tents at a distance,
Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Ka.
tharine, Boget, Lords, and other attendants.
Arrow to shoot at butts with.