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King. -that shallow tassal,
King. —sorted and consorted, contrary to thy estuo blished 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, w female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the need 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 leust of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.
King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?
Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.
King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench,
Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken with a damosel.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with a maid.
King. This maid will not serve your 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 Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, $it thee down, sorrow !
Another part of the same. Armado'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-same thing, dear imp
Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no.
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ?"
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why, tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaing to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.
Arm. Pretty, and apt.
Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my say. ing apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty ?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
1 Young man.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou heatest my blood.
Moth. I am answered, sir.
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses a love not him.
[Aside. Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.
Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. 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 inan.
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. 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 !
2 The name of a coin once current.
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 humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy : What great men have been in love?
Moth. Hercules, master.
Arm. Most sweet Hercules !-More authority, 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 towngates 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 Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, master.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
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