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Arm. A most acute juvenal ; voluble and free of
grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy
Re-enter Moth and CoSTARD.
broken in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,—thy
l'envoy + ;-begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, Sir : 0, Sir, plantain, a plain plantain no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, Sir, but a plantain !
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve ? Moth. Do the wise think them other? Is not
l'envoy a salve ? Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to
make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it:
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral : now the l'envoy. Bloth. I will add the l'envoy: say the moral again.. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three : Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.
with my l'envoy,
Were still at odds, being but three :
Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Would you desire more? Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose,
• A head.
+ An old French term for concluding verses, which served either to convey the moral, or to ad dress the poem to some person.
Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be
fat. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Arm, Come hither, come hither : How did this argument begin ? Moth. By saying, that a Costard was broken in a
shin, Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came your
argument in : Then the boy's tat l'envoy, the goose
you bought: And he ended the market, Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard
broken in a shin? Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy :1, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. 0, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immured, restrain’d, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration ; [Giving him money.) for the best ward of mine honour is reward. ing my dependants. Moth, follow.
(Exit. Motho Like the sequel, I.--Signior Costard,
adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony * Jew!
(Exit Moth, Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! 0, that's the Latin word for three' farthings : three farthings~remuneration.-What's the price of this inkle? A penny ;
-No, I'll give you a remunera. tion ;-why, it carries it. Remuneration !--why, it is a fairer name than French Crown. I will never
and sell out of this word.
Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly well met.
Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ? Biron. 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 :
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this ; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lady ; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her
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 guerdon! better than remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, Sir, in print t.-Guerdon-remuneration,
[Exit. Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have
been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic ; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no inortal so magnificent ! This whimpled I, 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, • Reward. + With the utmost exactness.
| Hooded, veiled. VOL. II.
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
RINE, 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.
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 shout. And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.
The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. | Prin. What, what? First praise me, and again O short-lived pride! Not fair ? alack for woe!
For. Yes, madam, fair. Prin. Nay, never paint me now; Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ;
(Giving him Money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise, But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot : Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; If wounding, then it was to shew, my skill, That more for praise, than parpose, 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-sove
reignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords?
Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
Enter CoSTARD. Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
Cost. God dig-you-den * all! Pray yon, 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 ?
is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should
• God give you good even.