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No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Arm. How means't thou? brawling in French 1 Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig of the jest?
a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigt
[Offering to kiss her. a note, and sing a note; sometime through the Mar.
Not so, gentle beast; throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; My lips are no common, though several' they be sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Boyet. Belonging to whom
love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouseMar.
To my fortunes and me. like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Prın. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on agree:
a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man The civil war of wits were much better used after the old painting; and keep not too long in On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. One tune, but a snip and away: These are comBoyet. If my observation (which very seldom plements, these are humours; these betray nice lies,)
wenches-that would be betrayed without these; By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, and make them men of note (do you note, men ? Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. that are most affected to these. Prin. With what?
Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Moth. By my penny of observation. Prin. Your reason?
Arm. But 0,-but 0,Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Moth. -—the hobby-horse is forgot. retire
Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed, forgot your love? His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Arm. Almost I had. Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ; Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. All senses to that sense did make their repair, Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
I will prove. As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy : Arm. What wilt thou prove? Who, tendering their own worth, from where they Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and were glass'd,
without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, Did point you to buy them along as you pass’d. because your heart cannot come by her; in heart His face's own margent did quote such amazes, you love her, because your heart is in love with her; That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : and out of heart you love her, being out of heart I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, that you cannot enjoy her. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Arm. I am all these three.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos’d- Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his nothing at all! eye hath disclos'd:
Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me I only have made a mouth of his eye,
a letter. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Noth. A message well sympathised; a horse to Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st be ambassador for an ass ! skilfully.
Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns. Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon news of him.
the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: But I go. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Arm. The way is but short; away. father is but grim.
Moth. As swiit as lead, sir.
No. Is not lead a metal heavy, dúll, and slow?
What then, do you see? Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, musRos. Ay, our way to be gone.
ter, no. Boyel.
You are too hard for me. Arm. I say, Icad is slow.
You are too swift, sir, to say so;
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric !
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that'a
Thump then, and I Nee.
(E.cil. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of hearing
of grace! Moth. Concolinel
[Singing. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thyfice: Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years, take Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him My herald is return'd. festinately? hither ; I must employ him in a letter to my love.
Re-enter Moth and Costard. Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard French brawl ?3
broken in a shin. (1) A quable, several signified unenclosed lands. (4) Canay was the name of a sprightly dance. 12) Has. (3) A kind of dance.
(5 Quick, ready.
(6) A head.
Arm. Some enigma, some .ddle: come,-thy rance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing Penvoy; '-begin.
but this : Bear this significant to the country-maid Cosi. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ;, (Giving hix in the mail, sir: 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, re no l'enroy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! warding my dependents. Moth, fo!low. (Erit.
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy Moth. Like the sequel, 1.---Signior Coslerd, silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs adieu. provokes me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for Jew !
(Erit Moth. Penroy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? Now will I look to his remuneratior. “Remunera.
Moih. Do the wise think them other? is not tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : D'envoy a salve ?
three farthings-remuneration. What's the price Arn. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse of this inkle? a penny :-No, I'll give you a ro. to make plain
muneration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration ! Sorce obscure precedence that hath tofore been why, it is a fairer name than French crowr.. I will sain.
never buy and sell out of this word. I will example it: The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Enter Biron. Were still at odds, being but three.
Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.
well met. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation :ibbon again.
may a man buy for a remuneration ? Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Biron. What is a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Moth. Until the goose came out of door, Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you : Now will I begin your moral, and do you followl. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee : with my l'envoy.
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Do one thing for me that I shall entrcat. Were still at odds, being but three :
Cost. When would you have it done, sir Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Biron. O, this afternoon. Staying the odds by adding four.
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Biron. 0, thou knowest not what it is. Would you desire more?
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. that's flat :
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be morning. fat.
Biron. It must be done this asternoon. Hark, To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and slave, it is but this ;loose :
The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. And in her train there is a gentle lady; Arm. Come hither, come hither : How did this When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her argument begin?
name, Moh. By saying that a Coslard was broken in And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; a shin.
And to her white hand see thou do commend Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;" go. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came
(Gives him money. your argument in;
Cost. Guerdon -- sweet guerdon! better than Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better : Most bought;
sweet guerdon !-I will do it, sir, in print.-GuerAnd he ended the market.
[Erit. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. 0!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that broken in a shin?
have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
A very beadle to a humourous sigh; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; speak that l'envoy :
A domineering pedant o'er the boy, 1 Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward licy: Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. Regent of love-rhymes, lord f folded arms, Ari. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :-) smell Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Sole imperator, and great general liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert im- or trotting paritors, my little heart!mured, restrained, captivated, bound.
And I to be a corporal of his field, Cost. True, true; and now you will be my pur. And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! gation, and let me loose.
What? I! I love! I sue ! I seek a wise ! Arni. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du- A woman, that is like a German clock,
(1) An old French term for concluding verses, (4) With the utmost exactness. which served either to convey the moral, or to ad- (5) Hooded, veiled. (6) Petticoats. dress the poem to some person.
(7) The officers of the spiritual courts who serre (2) Delightful. (3) Reward.
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
Enter Costard. And never going aright, being a watch,
Prin. Here comes a member of the common But being watch'd that it may still go right? wealth. Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; Cost. God dig-you-den' all! Pray you, which u And, among three, to love the worst of all; the head lady? A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
that have no heads. Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ? Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
Cust. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
is truth. That Cupid will impose for my neglect
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, Of his alınighty dreadful little might.
One of these maids' girdles for your waist should Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
be fit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Are not you the chief woman ? you are the thickest
here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will ? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to ora
lady Rosaline. ACT IV.
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
of mine: SCENE 1.-- Another part of the same. Enter Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve ; the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Break up this eapon.” Lords, attendants, and a Forester.
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. Was that the king, that spurr’d his horse It is writ to Jaquenetta. so hard
We will read it, I swear: Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyel. I know not; but, I think, it was not he, Boyet. (Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous ; mind.
truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth On Saturday we will return to France.
itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! Then, forester, iny friend, where is the bush, The magnanimous and most illustrate king, Co That we must stand and play the murderer in? phetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in
Prin.' I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. The came, sau, and overcame : he came, one ; sau,
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. two; overcame, three. Who came ? the king; Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again Why did he come ? to see; Why did he see ? to say, no?
overcome: To whom came he ? to the beggar; O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for wo! What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he? For. Yea, madam, fair.
the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose Prin.
Nay, never paint me now; side ? the king's: the captive is enriched; On whose Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. side ? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; On whose side ? the king's-no, on both in one, or
(Giving him money. one in both. I am the king; for so slands the comFair payment for soul words is more than due. parison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may
Prin. Sec, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. Shall I enforce thy love ? I could: Shall I entreut O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- rags ? robes; For titlles, titles: For thyself, me. But come, the bow :--Now mercy goes to kill, Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my tips on thy A shooting well is then accounted ill.
Yool, my eyes on thy piclure, and my heart on thy Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
every part. Nit wounding, pity would not let me do't ;
Thine, in the dearest design of industry, II wounding, then it was to show my skill,
Don Adriano de Armado. That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar And, out of question, so it is sometimes ;
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as bus prey; Glory grows guilly or detested crimes. When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, And he from forage will incline to play:
Submissive fall his princely feet before, We bend to that the working of the heart :
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? As 1, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited
Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Boyet. Do not curst wives' hold that self-sove
this letter? reignty Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear
better? Lords o'er their lords?
Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford Boyet. 1 am much deceived, but I remember To any lady ihat subdues a lord.
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er ,
(4) Just now.
Boyet. Th* Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it here in court;
were, so fit. A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most dainty man! To the prince, and his book-mates.
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word : To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Who gave thee this letter ?
a' will swear!Cost.
I told you; my lord. And his page o' l'other side, that handsul of wit! Prin. To whom should'st thou give it? Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Cost. From my lord to my lady. Sola, sola!
[Shouting within. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
(Exil Costard, running Cosl. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, SCENE 11.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir ro a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,
Nathaniel, and Dull. lords, away.
Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in llere, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another the testimony of a good conscience. day,
(Exit Princess and Train. Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ?
blood; ripe as a pomewater,' who now hangeth Ros.
Shall I teach you to know ? like a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the welkin, Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. face of lerra,--the soil, the land, the earth. finely put off!
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, marry,
sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Finely put on!
Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Boyet.
And who is your deer? insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explica. Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come Lion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, near.
oslentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after Finely put on, indeed !
his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon strikes at the brow.
firmed fashion-to insert again my haud credo for Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit a deer. her now?
Dull. I said, the deer was not a land credo ; Ros. Shall I come upon thel with an old saying, 'twas a pricket. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a Hol. Íwice sod simplicity, bis coctus !-O thou little boy, as touching the hit it?
monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Nath. Sir, he hath never sed of ... dainties that that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it was a little wench, as touching the hit it. were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not Ros. Thou canst not hit tl, hit it, hit il. (Singing. replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in Thou canst not hit il, my good man.
the duller parts; Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
And such barren plants are set before us, that we An I cannot, another can.
thankful should be (Exeunt Ros. and Kath. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
that do fructify in us more than he. fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him
or a fool, both did hit it.
in a school : Boyel. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A But, omne bene, say !; being of an old father's mind,
mark, says my lady! 'Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it Many can brook the weather, that love not the
may be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand
Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by is out.
What was a month old at Cain's bir lh, tha st Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er
five weeks old as yet? hit the clout. Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your
Ho. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, gond hand is in.
Dull. What is Dictynna ? Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the mooi. the pin.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips
was no more; Cosl. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chal
And raught' not to five weeks, when he came to five lenge her to bowl.
The allusion holds in the exchange. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my
Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the good owl. [Exeunt Boyet and Maria. exchange. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the alluLord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! sion holds in the exchange. O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the ex
change ; , for the moon is never but a month old : (1) A species of a role. (2) A low fellow.
If sore be sore,
and I say beside, that 'l was a pricket that the prin- Though to myself forsworn, to thee i'll faithful
prove; Hol, Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Those thoughts to mc were oaks, to thee like epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour osiers bowcd. the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thing kill'd, a pricket.
eyes ; Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; Where all those pleasures live, that art would so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
comprehend : Hol. I will something affect the letter“; for it is knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suf argues facility,
fice; The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty! Well learned is that tongue, that well can ther pleasing prickel;
commend : Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without won
sore with shooting. The dogs dill yell; pul L to sore, then sorel jumps (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parta from thicket;
admire ;). O prickel, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his hooting.
dreadful thunder, then L lo sore makes fifty sores, Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire.
Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly one more L.
tongue ! Vath. A rare talent !
Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Hers him with a talent.
are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, Hol. 'This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ovi a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, inotions, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of the jerks of invention ? Imitari, is nothing : so doch memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired deilverd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the horse' his rider.-Bút damosella virgin, was this gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am directed to you? thankful for it.
Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one or Nath. Sir, ! praise the Lord for you ; and so the strange queen's lords. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the by you, and their daughters profit very greatly un-snow-white hana The most beauteous Lady Rosader you: you are a good member of the common-line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, wealth.
for the nomination of the party writing to the person Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they written unto : Inall want no instruction: if their daughters be Your ladyship's in all desired employnient, apable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapil, qui
BÍRON. auca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with
the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a seEnter Jaquenetta and Costard. quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Trip and go, my sweet ; deliver this paper into the
or by the way of progression, hath' miscarried. Hol. Master parson,-quasi pers-on. And if onc/royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay should be pierced, which is the one ?
Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu! likest to a hogshead.
Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save Hol. or piercing a hogshead! a good lustre or your life! conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint,
Cost. Have with thec, my girl. pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is well.
(Exeunt Cost. and Jag. Jaq. Good raster parson, be so good as read me very religiously; and, as a certain father saith
Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, this letter ; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it.
Ho!. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear Hol. Fauste, precor gelidâ quando pecus omne Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ?
colourable colours. But to return to the verses ; sub umbra.
Nath. Marvellous well for the pers.
, before repast, it shalı
Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain
please you to gratisy the table with a grace, I will, Old Mantuan! old Mantuan ! Who understandeth on my privilege I have with
the parents of the fore: thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.- where I will prove those verses to be very unlearn
said child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; Under pardon, sir, what are the contents?
or, rather, led, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention • as Hcrace says in his—What, my soul, verses ? Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
I beseech your society.
Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the tomine. Nalh. If love make me fossworn, how shall I cludes it.-Sir, (To Dull.) I do invite you too; you
Hol. And certes, the text most infallibly con. swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, is not to beauty gentles are at their game, and we will to our
shall not say me, nay: pauca verba, Away; the vowed ! recreation.
| Exeunt 11) Horse adorned with ribbands.
(2) In truth.