thy love? I may. Shal! I enforce thy love? I could. Shal! I entreate thy love? I will. What, shalt thou exchange for ragges, roabes: for tittles titles, for thy selfe mee. Thus expecting thy reply, I prophane my lips on thy foote, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy everie part.

Thine in the dearest designe of industrie,

Don Adriana de Armatho.

Thus dost thou heare the Nemean Lion roare,
Gainst thee thou Lambe, that standest as his pray:
Submissive fall his princely feete before,
And he from forrage will incline to play.

94

100

But if thou strive (poore soule) what art thou then?
Foode for his rage, repasture for his den.

Qu. What plume of feathers is hee that indited this Letter? What veine? What Wethercocke? Did you

ever heare better?

Boy. I am much deceived, but I remember the stile. Qu. Else your memorie is bad, going ore it erewhile. Boy. This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court A Phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the Prince and his Booke-mates.

Qu. Thou fellow, a word.

Who gave thee this Letter?

Clow. I told you, my Lord.

Qu. To whom should'st thou give it?

Clo. From my Lord to my Lady.

Qu. From which Lord, to which Lady?

Clo. From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine, To a Lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline.

96. Adriana: Adriano-2Q. Armatho: Armado-2-4F. 103-5. 2 rhymed 11.-10.

Qu. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come Lords away. [To Ros.] Here sweete, put up this, 'twill be thine another day. I

Exeunt [Princess and train]. 121
Who is the shooter?

Boy. Who is the shooter?

Finely put off.

Rosa. Shall I teach you to know. Boy. I my continent of beautie. Rosa. Why she that beares the Bow. Boy. My Lady goes to kill hornes, but Hang me by the necke, if hornes that yeare miscarrie. Finely put on.

Rosa. Well then, I am the shooter.

Boy. And who is your Deare?

if thou marrie,

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Rosa. If we choose by the hornes, your selfe come not neare. Finely put on indeede.

Maria. You still wrangle with her Boyet, and shee strikes at the brow.

Boyet. But she her selfe is hit lower:

Have I hit her now.

Rosa. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it.

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Boyet. So I may answere thee with one as old that was a woman when Queene Guinover of Brittaine was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

Rosa. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,

Thou canst not hit it my good man.

Boy. I cannot, cannot, cannot:

And I cannot, another can.

Exit.

[Exeunt Ros. and Kath.] Clo. By my troth most pleasant, how both did fit it.

122. shooter: suitor-STEEVENS. 132. Finely.. indeede: 11.-3-4F. 135-6. 1 1.-1Q.

145. I: An (And) I-IQ. THEOBALD. 146. And: An-THEOBALD.

Mar. A marke marvelous well shot, for they both did hit.

Boy. A mark, O marke but that marke: a marke saies my Lady.

151 Let the mark have a pricke in't, to meat at, if it may be. Mar. Wide a'th bow hand, yfaith your hand is out. Clo. Indeede a' must shoote nearer, or heele ne're hit the clout.1

Boy. And if my hand be out, then belike is in.

1 centre your hand

Clo. Then will shee get the upshoot by cleaving the is in.

159

Ma. Come, come, you talke greasely,2 your lips grow

foule.

2 grossly

Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her to boule.

Boy. I feare too much rubbing: good night my good Oule.

[Exeunt Boyet and Maria.]

Clo. By my soule a Swaine, a most simple Clowne. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I have put him downe. O my troth most sweete jests, most inconie vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.

170

Armathor ath to the side, O a most dainty man.
To see him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan.
To see him kisse his hand, and how most sweetly a will

sweare:

And his Page atother side, that handfull of wit,

149. bit: hit it-4F.

153. a'th: o' the-2Q.

156. And: An-THEOBALD.

159. in: pin-2-4F.

171. Armathor ath to the: Armado o' th' one-2Rowe.

Enter Dull, Holofernes, the Pedant and Nathaniel.

Nat. Very reverent sport truely, and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

II

Ped. The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Jewell in the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heaven, and anon falleth like a Crab 2 on the face of Terra, the soyle, the land, the earth. 2 apple Curat. Nath. Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure ye, it was a Bucke of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. 3 2-year buck Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket.3 Hol. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were his inclination after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed.fashion, to insert againe my haud credo for a Deare.

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Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket.

Hol. Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke.

Nath. Sir hee hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke.

176. is most: is a most-2-4F.

5. as a: as the-IQ.

178. Shoote: Shout-4F. 23. new 1. at O-DYCE.

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He hath not eate paper as it were: He hath not drunke inke. His intellect is not replenished, hee is onely an animall, onely sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before us, that we thankfull should be: which we taste and feeling, are for those parts that doe fructifie in us more then he.

For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiscreet, or a foole;

So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a Schoole.

But omne bene say I, being of an old Fathers minde, Many can brooke the weather, that love not the winde. Dul. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not five weekes old as yet? 42

Hol. Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman Dull.

Dul. What is dictima?

Nath. A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moone.

Hol. The Moone was a month old when Adam was

no more.

And wrought not to five-weekes when he came to five

score.

Th'allusion holds in the Exchange.

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Dul. 'Tis true indeede, the Collusion holds in the Exchange.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity, I say th'allusion holds in the Exchange.

30-3. and..be: 2 11. ending be, be-Hanmer.

31-2. we taste: we of taste-COLLIER.

43. Dictisima: Dictynna-RowE.

45. dictima: Dictynna (inna)-2-4F.

49. wrought: raught (rought)-12.