Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and. welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine.

King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither.

King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.

Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for

sworn.

King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else.

King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, [rance. Where now his knowledge must prove ignoI hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:

Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
And sin to break it:

But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

[Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant

once?

Biron. I know, you did.

Ros. How needless was it then

To ask the question!

Biron. You must not be so quick.

Ros. "Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill 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,)
Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the
One part of Aquitain is bound to us, [which,
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
An hundred thousand crowns; and not de-
mands,

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
+ Part.

• Whereas.

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 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 interAll liberal reason I will yield unto. [view, Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness: You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so receiv'd, As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:

To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

place!

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every [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 heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.

Biron. Would that do it good?

Ros. My physic says, I.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?

Ros. No poynt,t 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 Alençon, 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, an you saw her in the light.

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

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to de

sire that, were a shame.

Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's blessing on your beard! Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended: She is an heir of Falconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit LONGAVILLE.

* Aye, yes. + A French particle of negation.

Biron. What's her name, in the cap?

ACT III.

Boyet. Katharine, by good hap. Biron. Is she wedded, or no?

his word.

abused.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with Leyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.

Prin. Your reason?

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough de[sire: His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed,

Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair: [eye,
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where
they were glass'd,

Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving
kiss.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dis-
pos'd-

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which
his eye hath disclos'd:

I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and
speak'st skilfully.

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.

Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim.

Boyet. Do you hear my mad wenches?
Mar. No.

Boyet. What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.

Boyet. You are too hard for me.

SCENE I.-Another part of the same.

Enter ARMADO and Mотк,

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Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

Moth. Concolinel

[Singing

Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately* hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love.

Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?t

Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it Moth. No, my complete master; but to jig with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; somelove with singing love; sometime through the time through the throat, as if you swallowed nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your your hands in your pocket, like a man after thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice these; and make them men of note, (do you wenches-that would be betrayed without note, men?) that most are affected to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this expe- ! rience?

Moth. By my penny of observation.
Arm. But 0,-but 0,-

Moth. -the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? have you forgot your love? Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. Bu

Arm. Almost I had.

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

[Exeunt.

* Hastily.

A quibble, several signified uninclosed lands.

† A kind of danos. Canary was the name of a sprightly dance. Quick, ready.

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's I shoot thee at the swain.

[he:Moth. Thump then, and I flee. Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!

By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face:

Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.

Re-enter MOTH and COSTARD.

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard* broken in a shin.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'envoy-begin.

Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, 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 l'envoy, and the word, l'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

Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been I will example it:

[sain.

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again.

Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Moth. Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four.

Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you desire more?

Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat:

[fat.Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and foose:

Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin?

Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin.

Then call'd you for the l'envoy.

Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in;

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you And he ended the market. [bought; 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:

Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.

Cost. O, marry me to one Frances:-I smell some l'enroy, 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 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 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* Jew![Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: 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.

Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you!

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: Fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow
morning.

Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this ;

The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;
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;t go. [Gives him moncy.

Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; elevenpence farthing bet ter: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, Sir, in print.t-Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This wimpled,§ wining, purblind, wayward
boy;

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
* Delightful.

With the utmost exactness.

+ Reward. Hooded, veiled.

*

Dread prince of packets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator, and great general

Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!-
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.

Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;

Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.

ACT IV.

[Exit.

SCENE 1.-Another part of the same. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a FORESTER.

As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill [ill. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that selfsovereignty

Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may To any lady that subdues a lord. [afford

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? Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth.

[wit, An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit.

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 one lady Rosaline.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine; [carve;

Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can

Boyet. I am bound to serve.

Prin. We will read it, I swear:

[ear.

ing mind.

Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;
On Saturday we will return to France.-
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder
coppice;

A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again

say, no?

O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! For. Yes, madam, fair.

Prin. Nay, never paint me now; [brow. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; [Giring him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that which you in

herit.

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by O heresy in fair, fit for these days! [merit. 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;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to
kill.

And, out of question, so it is sometimes;
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; [part,
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward
We bend to that the working of the heart:

Petticoats.

+ The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.

Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O'base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; What w he? the beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side? the king's?-no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rugs? robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy every part.

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey;

Submissive fall his princely feet before,

And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his don.