Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilfully.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.
Rof. 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? Rof. Ay, our way to be gone. . Boyet. You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.

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ACT III.

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SCENE I.

The Park.

Enter Armado, and Moth.

Song.

A RMA DO.
ARBLE, child, make passionate my sense of hearing.
Moth. Concolinel -

[finging Arm. Sweet air ! go, tenderness of years ; take this

a

im.

a

or your

a

key, give enlargement to the swain ; bring him festinately hither:
I must employ him in a letter to my love.

Moth. Maiter, will you win your love with a 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, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometimes through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuff’d up love by smelling love; with your

hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms cross'd on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbet on a spit;

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 'complishments, these are humours; these betray nice wenches that would be betray'd without these; and make them men of note, (do you note me?) that most are affected to these.

Arm. How hast thou purchas'd this experience ?
Moth. By my penny of observation. .
Arm. But, o, but, o-
Moth. The bobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. Call’ft thou my love a hobby-horse?

Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney: but have you forgot your love?

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 three I will prove.
Arm. What wilt thou prove?

Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and out of, 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 nothing at all.
· The burden of an old song,

Arm.

Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me a l

Moth. A message well sympathiz'd; a horse to be en for an ass.

Arm. Ha, ha; what fay'st thou?

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the hoi. he is very slow-gaited: but I go. Arm. The

way

is but fhort; away. Moth. As swift as lead, fir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Is not lead a metal, dull, and flow?

Moth, Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no.
Arm. I say, lead is flow.

Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say fo.
Is that lead Now, fir, which is fir’d from a gun?

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:
I shoot thee at the swain.
Moth. Thump then, and I fly.

Exit.
Arm. A most acute juvenile, 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.

SCENE II.

Enter Moth, and Costard.'
and Coftard.
Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard broken in a shin.
Arm. Some enigma, some riddle; come, thy. I envoy begin.

Coft. No egma, no riddle, no l' envoy, no falve, in the male, fir. O fir, plantan, a plain plantan; no l' envoy, no l envoy, or salve, fir, but plantan.

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy filly thought, my, spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my stars ! doth the inconsiderate take salve for l 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
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.
I will example it. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my P envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
There's the moral; now the P 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.

I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this : bear this significant to the countrymaid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration ; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adicu! [Exit.

Coft. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my inkhorn, adieu ! 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 incle? a penny: no, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration! why, it is a fairer name than a French-crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.

SCENE III.

Enter Biron.
Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.

Coft. Pray you, fir, how much carnation ribbon may a man
buy for a remuneration ?

2n, a piza

Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.
A good l enzcy, ending in the goose ; would you desire more ?

Cost. The boy hath told him a bargain ; a goose, that's flat ;
Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be Fat.
To tell a bargain well is as cunning as falt and loose.
Let me see a fat i envoy; I, 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 fhin.
Then called you for a l'envoy.

Col. True, and I for a plantan;
Thus came your argument in;
Then the boy's fat i envoy, the goose that you bought,
And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a fhin?
Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

Coft. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth;
I will speak that l'envoy,
I Coftard running out, that was fafely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my thin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah, Coftard, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances ; I smeil some l'envoy, some goose in this.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty. Enfreedoming thy person ; thou
wert immur'd, reitrained, captivated, bound.
Cojt

. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
Arm. I give, c.

Biron.

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you

Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Coft. Marry, sir, halfpeny farthing.
Biron. O, why then, three farthings worth of silk.
Cost. I thank your worship; god be with you!

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

Cost. When would you have it done, fir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.
Cost. Well, I will do it, fir: fare 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.
Coft. 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 seald up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.

Coft. Guerdon, o sweet guerdon! better than remuneration;
eleven pence farthing better: most sweet guerdon! I will do it,
fir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.

[Exit.
Biron. O! and I,
Forsooth, in love! I that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to an amorous figh;
A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal more magnificent.
This whimp'ring, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, dan Cupid,
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arins,
Th’anointed sovereign of sighs and groans :
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents :

Dread