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Arm. A most acute juvenal ; voluble and free of

grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy

face :
Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.
My herald is return'd.

Re-enter Moth and CoSTARD.
Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a 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.
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow

with my l'envoy,
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, !

Were still at odds, being but three :
Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

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,

that's fiat:

• 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

that

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. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.

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.

* Delightful,

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 :
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. 0, this afternoon,
Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
Biron, 0, thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.

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.

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Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets*, king of cod-pieces,
Sole imperator, and great general
Of trotting paritors +,-0 my little heart !
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing ; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all :
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard :
Aud I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her? Go to: it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.

[Exif.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.-Another Part of the same.
Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHA-

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.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting

wind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ;
On Saturday we will return to France.-
Then, Forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in 1

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.

• Petticoats.

The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.

say, no?

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 ?
Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! It is so; truth

is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should

be fit.

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• God give you good even.

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