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Long. To hear meekly, Sir, and to laugh mode rately; or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. Biron. In what manner?

Cost. In manner and form following, Sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor. house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park ; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, Sir, for the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman : for the form,-in some form. Biron. For the following, Sir ?

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear this letter with attention! Biron. As we would hear an oracle. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the Aesh.

King. [Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. King. So it is,

Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so, so. King. Peace.

Cost. - be to me, and every man that dares not Sght!King. No words. Cost. - of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

King. So it is besieged with sable-coloured melan. choly. I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air ; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time, when ? About the sixth hour, when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when : now for the ground which ; which, I mean, I walked uspon: it is ycleped, thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest :

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woman.

-but to the place, where-It standeth north-north-
east and by east from the west corner of thy curious.
knotted garden : There did I see that low-spirited
swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,

Cost. Me.
King. that unlettered small-knowing soul,
Cost. Me.
King. that shallow vassal,
Cost. Still me.
King. - which, as I remember, hight Costard.
Cost. O me!

King. — sorted and consorted, contrary to thy es. tablished proclaimed edict and continent canon, with-with,-0 with--but with this I passion to say wherewith.

Cost. With a wench.

King. with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a

Him I (as my ever esteemed duty pricks me on,) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet Grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.

Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony
Dull.

King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burn ing heat of duty.

Don Adriano de Armado. Biron. This is not so well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sírrah, what say you to this ?

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing of it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, Sir; I was taken vith a damosel. King. Well, it was proclaim'd damosel.

Cost. This was no damosel neither, Sir; she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied too ; for it was proclaim'a, virgin. VOL. II.

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Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity ; I was taken with a maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir.
Cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir.

King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You shall fast a week with bran and water.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.-
My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.-
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly' sworn.-

[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain.
Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn,-
Sirrah, come on.

Cost. I suffer for the truth, Sir : for true it is, I was taken with Jạquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl ; and therefore, welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Atfliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!

(Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the same.-ARMA DO'S

House.
Enter ARMADO and MOTH.
Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great
spirit grows melancholy ?

Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-samne thing, dear imp:

Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenali?

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work ing, my tongh senior.

Arm. Way tough senior ? Why tough senior ?
Moth. Why tender juvenal ? Why tender juvenal !

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. Ant I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty, and apt.
Aloth. How mean you, Sir? I pretty, and my
saying apt? Or I apt, and my saying pretty ?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.

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Moth. Little pretty, because little : Wherefore

apt? Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master? Arm. In thy condign praise. Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : thou heatest my blood.

Moth. I am answer'd, Sir.
Arm. I love not to be cross'd.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses* love pot him.

[Aside. Arm. I have promised to study three the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.
Arm. Impossible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told ?

Arin. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster,

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 gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three. Arm. True. Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink : and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure?
Moth. To prove you a cypher.

(Aside. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love; and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humoar of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire pri. soner, and ransom hiin to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh ; methinks, I should out-swear Capid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love? Moth. Hercules, master. Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority,

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dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town. gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth ?

Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Of what complexion ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion !
Moth. Of the sea-water green, Sir.
Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?

Moth. As I have read, Sir; and the best of them too.

Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, Sir; for she had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.

Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical ! Moth. If she be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,

Which native she doth owe*. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, 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.

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