Arm. I say, sing. Moth. Forbear, till this company be past. ACT II. Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week: For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid. Jaq. Man. Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Arm. I know where it is situate. Jaq. Lord, how wise you are! Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Arm. I love thee. Jaq. So I heard you say. Jaq. Fair weather after you ! [Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned, Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up. Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, being loose. Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. What shall some see ? Cost. Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I thank God I have as little patience as another man; and, therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt MOTI and COSTARD. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which is a great argument of falsehood), if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falsely atempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's tapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! just rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal od of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. Enter the Princess of FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA, To whom he sends; and what's his embassy: Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is 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 esteem'd; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes bim ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) 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? Of all, that virtue love, for virtue lov'd: Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; Prin. Re-enter BOYET. Now, what admittance, lord? [The Ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. 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. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. But pardon me, I am too sudden bold; [Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. once ? Res. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? SIAX.-NO. XX. Ros. To ask the question! How needless was it then Biron. You must not be so quick. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Ros. The hour that fools should ask. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Dear princess, were not his requests so far Prin. You do the king my father too much And wrong the reputation of your name, Where that and other specialties are bound; King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place' [Exeunt KING and his train. Y Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, af fected. Prin. Your reason. Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : I only have made a mouth of his eye, Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu ! Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. [Exit BIRON.-Ladies unmask. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. And every jest but a word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! Boyet. And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the jest? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. ; [Offering to kiss her. Mar. Not so, gentle beast My lips are no common, though several they be. Boyet. Belonging to whom? Mar. To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, ACT III. SCENE I.-Another part of the same. Enter ARMADO and MOTH. 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? 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 eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouselike, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crosscd on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your 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 compliments, these are humours; these betray nice wenches that would be betrayed without them, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. and make them mon of note, (do you note, men?) Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience? Moth. the hobby-horse is forgot. Arm. Callest thou my love, 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. Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three Arm. What wilt thou prove? Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, 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 ber; 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, nothing at all. and yet Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me letter. Moth. A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador for an ass! Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? по Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, Moth. I will add the l'envoy: say the moral again. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose. Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus cam> your argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market. 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. I, Costard, running out that was safely within, You are too swift, sir, to say so: Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. Arm. I say, lead is slow. Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun? He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he :- 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 Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. 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. Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. 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. 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. 1 Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony in the mail, sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain; Jew! [Exit MOTH. no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ! Now will I look t› his remuneration. Remunera. Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings. thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs pro-three farthings-remuneration. — What's the price vokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me, my of this inkle? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remustars Doh the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy,neration: why, it carries it. Remuneration!and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? Ari. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. Enter BIRON. Biren. , 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? Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. slave, it is but this: Hark, The princess comes to hunt here in the park, name, And Rosaline they call her ask for her; And to her white band see thou do commend This seal'd up counsel. There's thy guerdon; 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; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; say, no? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! Fair payment for foul words is more than due. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill 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. |