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was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and, therefore, welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, set thee down, sorrow!

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SCENE II.-ARMADO's House in the Park.

Enter ARMADO and Moth, his Page. Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

Moih. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

Arm. Why? sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; O lord! sir, no,

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal?

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal?

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty, and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt; or I apt, and my saying pretty ?

Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Molh. Little pretiy, because little. Wherefore

woman.

apt?

where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest. But to the place, where :-it standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curiousknotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,"

Cost. Me.
King "—that unletter'd small-knowing soul,”.
Cost. Me.
King. "—that shallow vassal,"
Cost. Still me.
King. "—which, as I remember, hight Costard,”
Cost. O! me.

King. "_sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, with-with-0! with—but with this I passion to say wherewith.” Cost. With a wench.

King. "—with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a

Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation."

Dull. Me, an't shall please you: I am Antony Dull.

King. “For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called,) which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain, I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all complements of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

“ Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO." Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay, the best for the worst.—But, sirrah, what say you to this?

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damsel.

Cost. This was no damsel neither, sir: she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied, too, for it was proclaimed virgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.

King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast a week with bran and water.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o’er: And go we, lords, to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

[Ereunt King, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.Sirrah, come on. Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I

Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ?
Arm. In thy condign praise.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What, that an eel is ingenious ?
Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers. Thou heatest my blood.

Moth. I am answered, sir.
Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. (Aside.) He speaks the mere contrary: crosses love not him ?

Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. Impossible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told?

Arm. I am ill at reckoning: it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.

Arm. I confess both: they ar both the varnish of a complete man.

Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two
Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three.
Arm., True.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study! Now, here is three studied ere you'll thrice wink; and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure !
Moth. [Aside.] To prove you a cypher.

Arm. I will hereupon confess I am in love ; and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new de

vised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks, I Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy. What
great men have been in love?

Enter Dull, CoSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Moth. Hercules, master.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them nor no pedance: but a' must fast three days a week. be men of good repute and carriage.

For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she Moth. Samson, master : he was a man of good is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.--Maid. on his back, like a porter, and he was in love.

Jaq. Man. Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Sam Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. sod! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou Jaq. That's hereby. didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who Arm. I know where it is situate. was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Arm. Of what complexion ?

Jaq. With that face? Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or Arm. I love thee. one of the four.

Jaq. So I heard you say. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion. Arm. And so farewell. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Jaq. Fair weather after you! Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?

Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away. Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them

[Ereunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. too.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but thou be pardoned. to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her it on a full stomach. wit.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. It was so, sir, for she had a green wit. Cost. I am more bound to you than your fellows,

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and for they are but lightly rewarded. red.

Arm. Take away this villain : shut him up. Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask Moth. Come, you transgressing slave: away! ed under such colours.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

being loose. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose; thou assist me!

shalt to prison. Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of and pathetical!

desolation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. If she be made of white and red,

Moth. What shall some see?
Her faults will ne'er be known;

Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent
And fears by pale-white shown :

in their words; and therefore I will say nothing: Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

I thank God I have as little patience as another man, By this you shall not know;

and therefore I can be quiet. For still her cheeks possess the same,

(Exeunt Moth and CostaRD. Which native she doth owe.

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, white and red.

which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love; the Beggar?

and how can that be true love, which is falsely Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad attempted ? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: some three ages since, but, I think, now 'tis not to there is no evil angel but love. Yet was Samson so be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for tempted, and he had an excellent strength : yet was the writing, nor the tune.

Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Arn. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, || Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, that I may example my digression by some mighty and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I The first and second cause will not serve my turn; took in the park with the rational hind Costard: she the passado he respects not, the duello he regards deserves well.

not: his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory Moth. [ Aside.) To be whipped; and yet a better is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be love than my master.

still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he Arm. Sing, boy: my spirit grows heavy in love. loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme,

Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light | for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnets. Devise wit, wench.

write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. Arm. I say, sing.

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SCENE I.—Another part of the Park. A Pavilion

and Tents at a distance. Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest

spirits.
Consider whom the king your father sends,
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy ;
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but

mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not uiter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine,
But now to task the tasker.-Good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to us seem'th it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best moving fair solicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
On serious business, craving quick despatch,
Importunes personal conference with his grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will.
Boyel. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

[Erit.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.—
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

1 Lord. Longaville is one. Prin.

Know you the man? Mar. I know him, madam: at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.

A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid;
Well fitted in arts; glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,
Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power.

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so!
Mar. They say so most that most his humours

know. Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they

grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumaine, a well-accomplish'd

youth,
Of all that yirtue love for virtue lov'd:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill,
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the duke Alençon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.

Ros. Another of these students at that time
Was there with him : if I have heard a truth,
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?
Lord. Here comes Boyet.

Re-enter BOYET. Prin.

Now, what admittance, lord ? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, Like one that comes here to besiege his court, Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre.

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Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE, Biron, and Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Attendants.

Biron. What time o' day?
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Navarre.

Biron. Now fair befal your mask!
Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to Biron. And send you many lovers!
be yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base Ros. Amen, so you be none.
to be mine.

Biron. Nay, then will I begone. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my King. Madam, your father here doth intimate court.

The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Prin. I will be welcome then. Conduct me Being but the one half of an entire sum, thither.

Disbursed by my father in his wars.
King. Hear me, dear lady: I have sworn an oath. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)
Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Receiv'd that sum, yet there remains unpaid
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
else.

Although not valued to the money's worth.
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. If, then, the king your father will restore
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But that one half which is unsatisfied,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. We will give up our right in Aquitain,
I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,

But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
And sin to break it.

For here he doth demand to have repaid But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold:

An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,

To have his title live in Aquitain; And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

Which we much rather had depart withal, (Gives a paper.

And have the money by our father lent,
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Than Aquitain, so gelded as it is.

Prin. You will the sooner that I were away, Dear princess, were not his requests so far
For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay. From reason's yielding, your fair self should make

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? A yielding, 'gainst some reason in my breast,
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? And go well satisfied to France again.
Biron. I know you did.

Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Ros.

How needless was it, then, And wrong the reputation of your name, To ask the question!

In so unseeming to confess receipt Biron.

You must not be so quick. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you, that spur me with such King. I do protest, I never heard of it; questions.

And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back, Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, | Or yield up Aquitain. 'twill tire.

Prin.

We arrest your word.

come,

Boyet, you can produce acquittances

Long. I beseech you a word. What is she in For such a sum, from special officers

the white? Of Charles his father.

Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in King Satisfy me so.

the light. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is no Long. Perchance, light in the light. I desire

her name. Where that and other specialties are bound :

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

that, were a shame. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? All liberal reason I will yield unto.

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, Long. God's blessing on your beard ! As honour, without breach of honour, may

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
Make tender of to thy true worthiness.

She is an heir of Falconbridge.
You may not come, fair princess, within my gates; Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
But here without you shall be so receiv'd,

She is a most sweet lady.
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Boyet. Not unlike, sir: that may be.
Though so denied fair harbour in my house.

[Erit LONGAVILLE. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : Biron. What's her name, in the cap? To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Boyet. Katharine, by good bap. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Biron. Is she wedded, or no? grace!

Boyet. To her will, sir, or so. King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Biron. O! you are welcome, sir. Adieu. [Exeunt King and his train. Boyet. Farewell to me,

sir, and welcome to you. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to mine own

[Erit Biron.- Ladies unmask. heart.

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord: Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I would Not a word with him but a jest. be glad to see it.

Boyet.

And every jest but a word. Biron. I would, you heard it groan.

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his Ros. Is the fool sick ?

word. Biron. Sick at the heart.

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to Ros. Alack! let it blood.

board. Biron. Would that do it good ?

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! Ros. My physic says, ay.

Boyet.

And wherefore not ships ? Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your Ros. No point, with my knife.

lips. Biron. Now, God save thy life!

Mar. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish Ros. And yours from long living !

the jest? Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. Dum. Sir, I pray, you a word. What lady is

[Offering to kiss her. that same ?

Mar.

Not so, gentle beast. Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. My lips are no common, though several they be. Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well. Boyet. Belonging to whom?

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Mar.

To my fortunes and me.

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