Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :-I smell some T'envoy, some goose, in this. 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 purga tion, 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 honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony 4 [Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three fathings: three farthings-remuneration.-What's the price of this inkle? a penny:-No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Jew! Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration? 4 Delightful. Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Biron, O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well, Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Biron, It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this ; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,. And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;5 go, [Gives him money. Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon -remuneration. [Exit, Biron, O!—And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh; 5 Reward. 6 With the utmost exactness. A critick; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled," whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; ? The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations. ACT IV. SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill? Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! For. Yes, madam, fair. Nay, never paint me now, Prin. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. Enter CoSTARD. Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth. Cost. God dig-you-den' all! Pray you, which is the head lady? Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth. God give you good even. |