Biron. Your wit's too hot; it speeds too fast; Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers! King. Madam, your father here doth intimate A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Dear princess, were not his requests so far Prin. You do the King my father too much Ros. Is the fool sick? Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physic says "Ay." Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye? 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. Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit LONGAVILLE. Biron. What's her name, in the cap? Boyet. Katharine, by good hap. Biron. Is she wedded, or no? Boyet. To her will, sir, or so. Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu! Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. And every jest but a word. By the heart's still rhetoric, discloséd with eyes, Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle "af- Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Why, all his behaviors did make their To the court of his eye, peeping through desire: Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Did point you to buy them, along as you passed. SCENE I.- Another part of the Park. Enter ARMADO and MOTH. ACT III. Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three Arm. What wilt thou prove? Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: :- By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. Arm. I am all these three. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Moth. Master, will you win your love with a nothing at all. French brawl? Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's, end canary to it with your feet, humor it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love: with your hat, penthouselike, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away. These are complements, these are humors; these betray nice wenches that would be betrayed without these; and make them men of note (do you note, men ?) that most are affected to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience? Arm. But O! but 0! Moth. the hobby-horse is forgot. Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a letter. Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador for an ass! Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon Arm. I say, lead is slow. You are too swift, sir, to say so: He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: I shoot thee at the swain. 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 forgot your love? Arm. Almost I had. face: Most rude melancholy, valor gives thee place. 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 you for the l envoy. broken in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy で envoy; begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no ľ envoy; no salve in them at all, sir. O, 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: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for で envoy, and the word ' 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 Cost. True, and I for a plantain. Thus came your argument in Then the boy's fat 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. I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been some l'envoy, some goose, in this. The fox, the ape, the humble-bee, Were still at odds being but three: Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would desire more? you Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured, restrained, 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 honor is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu. in Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my cony Jew! [Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings - 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. Remunera Sir, 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 loose: Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: how did this argument begin? Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave, Costard! exceedingly well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband A very beadle to a humorous sigh; may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration? Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny-farthing. A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Biron. O, why then, three-farthings worth of This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; silk. Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; A Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, And being watched that it may still go right! slave, it is but this: The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lady; Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all; When tongues speak sweetly they then name her With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; |