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Biron. Your wit's too hot; it speeds too fast;

't will tire.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send you many lovers !
Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my

father in his wars. But say that he, or we (as neither have), Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, One part of Aquitain is bound to us, Although not valued to the money's worth. If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitain, And hold fair friendship with his majesty. But that, it seems, he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repaid A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, To have his title live in Aquitain; Which we much rather had depart withal, And have the money by our father lent, Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests so far From reason's yielding, your fair self should make A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, And


well satisfied to France again. Prin. You do the King my father too much

And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confess receipt
Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

King. I do protest I never heard of it;
And if you ’ll prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitain.

Prin. We arrest your word : Boyet, you can produce acquittances, For such a sum, from special officers Of Charles his father.

King. Satisfy me so.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not

come, Where that and other specialties are bound : To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand As honor, without breach of honor, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness : You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so received, As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Though so denied fair harbor in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : To-morrow we shall visit you again. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your

grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every

place! [Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own

heart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

Biron, I would you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick ?
Biron. Sick at the heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My physic says “ Ay."
Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye?
Ros. No poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that

same? Boyet. The heir of Alencon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well!

[Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word : what is she in the

white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in

the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire

her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :

Prin. With what? She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle "afLong. Nay, my choler is ended.

fected.” She is a most sweet lady.

Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.

Boyet. Why, all his behaviors did make their [Exit LONGAVILLE.

retire Biron. What's her name, in the cap? To the court of his eye, peeping through desire : Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.

His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Biron. Is she wedded, or no?

Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.

His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !

Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be; Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. All senses to that sense did make their repair,

[Exit Biron. - Ladies unmask. To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Mar. That last is Birón, the merrry madcap Methought all his senses were locked in his eye, lord;

As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Not a word with him but a jest.

Who tendering their own worth, from where they Boyet. And every jest but a word.

were glassed, Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Did point you to buy them, along as you passed. his word.

His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : board.

I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!

An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Boyet. And wherefore not ships ?

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is disNo sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your

posed lips.

Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye Mar. You sheep, and I pasture : shall that finish

hath disclosed : the jest ?

I only have made a mouth of his eye, Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

[Offering to kiss her. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st Mar. Not so, gentle beast;

skillfully. My lips are no common, though several they be. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news Boyet. Belonging to whom?

of him. Mar. To

fortunes and me.

Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles,

father is but grim. agree:

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ?
The civil war of wits were much better used

Mar. No.
On Navarre and his bookmen; for here 't is abused. Boyet. What, then, do you see?
Boyet. If my observation (which very seldom Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.

Boyet. You are too hard for me. [Exeunt.


SCENE I. - Another part of the Park.

Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three

Enter ARMADO and MOTH.

I will prove.

and yet

Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense

Arm. What wilt thou prove ? of hearing

Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and

without, upon the instant:- By heart you love Moth sings.

her, because your heart cannot come by her; in Concolinel

heart you love her, because your heart is in love Arm. Sweet air ! — Go, tenderness of years ! with her; and out of heart you love her, being out take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring of heart that you cannot enjoy her. him festinately hither: I must employ him in a Arm. I am all these three. letter to my love.

Moth. And three times as much more,
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a nothing at all.
French brawl ?

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry Arm. How mean’st thou ? brawling in French ? me a letter.

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to a tune at the tongue's, end canary to it with be ambassador for an ass ! your feet, bumor it with turning up your eyelids ; Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : but I go. sometime through the nose, as if you


Arm. The way is but short; away. love by smelling love: with your hat, penthouse- Moth. As swift as lead, sir. like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, masafter the old painting; and keep not too long in ter, no. one tune, but a snip and away. These are comple- Arm. I say, lead is slow. ments, these are humors; these betray nice wenches Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so : that would be betrayed without these; and make Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? them men of note (do you note, men ?) that most Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric ! are affected to these.

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that is Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ?

he:Moth. By my penny of observation.

I shoot thee at the swain. Arm. But O! but 0!


Thump then, and I flee. [Exit. Moth. the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ?

! Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, By thy favor, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you

face : forgot your love?

Most rude melancholy, valor gives thee place. Arm. Almost I had.

My herald is returned.

Re-enter Moth and COSTARD.

Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a

shin. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard Then called


for the l' envoy. broken in a shin.

Cost. True, and I for a plantain. Thus came Arm. Some enigma, some riddle : come, thy

your argument in l'envoy ; begin.

Then the boy's fat l' envoy, the goose that you Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l' envoy; no salve

bought; in them at all, sir. O, sir, plantain, a plain plan- And he ended the market. tain; no l'envoy, no l' envoy; no salve, sir, but Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard a plantain !

broken in a shin? Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy

Moth. I will tell you sensibly. silly thought, my spleen; the having of my lungs Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth! I will provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, speak that l'envoy. my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, l' envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve? Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. l'envoy a salve?

Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. to make plain

Cost. 0, marry me to one Frances; - I smell Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been some l' envoy,

some goose,

in this. sain.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee I will example it :

at liberty, enfreedoming thy person : thou wert imThe fox, the ape, and the humble bee, mured, restrained, captivated, bound. Were still at odds, being but three :

Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purThere's the moral. Now the l'envoy.

gation, and let me loose. Moth. I will add the l'envoy : say the moral Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from again.

durance; and, in lieu thercof, impose on thee Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, nothing but this: -- Bear this significant to the

Were still at odds, being but three : country maid Jaquenettà : there is remuneration Moth. Until the goose came out of door, [giving him money]; for the best ward of mine

And stayed the odds by adding four. honor is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow

[Exit. with my l'envoy :

Moth. Like the sequel, I. - Signior Costard, The fox, the ape, the humble-bee,

adieu. Were still at odds being but three : Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh ! my inArm. Until the goose came out of door,

[Exit Moth. Staying the odds by adding four. Now will I look to his remuneration. RemuneraMoth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose : tion ! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings would

desire more?

remuneration. “What's the price of this Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose : inkle ?”—“A penny.”—“No, I'll give you a that's flat :

remuneration.” Why, it carries it.— RemuneraSir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be tion! why, it is a fairer name than French crown. fat.

I will never buy and sell out of this word. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and

Enter BIRON. Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: how did this Biron. O, my good knave, Costard ! exceedingly argument begin?

cony Jew!

loose :

well met.

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband A very beadle to a humorous sigh; may a man buy for a remuneration ?

A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Biron. What is a remuneration ?

A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny-farthing.

Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Biron. 0, why then, three-farthings worth of This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy ; silk.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

Biron. O stay, slave; I must employ thee : The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
As thou wilt win my favor, good my knave, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces.
Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Sole imperator and great general
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Of trotting paritors; ( my little heart !
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : fare you well. And I to be a corporal of his field,
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. And wear his color's like a tumbler's hoop!
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. What? -I!- I sue!- I seek a wife!
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. A woman, that is like a German clock,

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Still, a-repairing; ever out of frame; morning.

And never going aright; being a watch, Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, And being watched that it may still go right! slave, it is but this:

Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And, among three, to love the worst of all ! And in her train there is a gentle lady;

A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, When tongues speak sweetly they then name her With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; name,

Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed, And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : And to her white hand see thou do commend And I to sigh for her! - to watch for her! This sealed-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. To pray for her! Go to : it is a plague

[Gives him money. That Cupid will impose for my neglect Cost. Gardon,–0 sweet gardon ! better than Of his almighty dreadful little might. remuneration : eleven-pence farthing better. Most Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and sweet gardon !- I will do it, sir, in print.- Gar

groan; don— remuneration !

[Exit. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Biron. 0!- And I, forsooth, in love! I, that

[Exit. have been love's whip;


SCENE I. — Another part of the Park. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shewed a mounting

mind. Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHA- Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch; RINE, Boyer, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. On Saturday we will return to France.Prin. Was that the king, that spurred his horse Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush

That we must stand and play the murderer in ? Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he. A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.

so hard

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