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excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, master.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely, of what complexion ?
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was so, fir; for she had a green wit.
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such colours.
Arm. Define, define, welleducated infant.
Her faults will ne'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown: Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
shall not know; For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the king and the beggar?
Moth. The world was guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but, I think, now ”tis not to be found; or, if it were, it
' would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o’er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love
that country girl that I took in the park with the irrational hind, Costard; she deserves well —
Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master deserves.
Enter Costard, Dull, and Jaquenetta.
. Sir, the king's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe; and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he muft faft three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allow'd for the daywoman. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing: maid.
[Exeunt. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence ere thou be pardoned.
Coft. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish’d.
Coft. I am more bound to you than your followers, for they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up.
Coft. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see
Moth. What shall fome see?
Coft. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be filent 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.
[Exit Moth, with 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 falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is fallly attempted ? 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 but-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier : the first and second cause will not serve my turn; the pasado he respects not, the duello he regards not; his disgrace is to be call’d boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Aslift me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am fure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise, wit! write, pen! for I am for whole volumes in folio.
Before the king of Navarre's palace.
Consider whom the king your father sends;
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
you are willing to be counted wise,
Therefore to us seems it a needful course,
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so:
Lord. Longaville is one.
Lord. I knew him, madam, at a marriage-feaft,
Mar. In Normandy law I this Longaville ;
Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike; is't so ?
Prin. Such shortliv'd wits do wither as they grow.
Cath. The young Dumain, a wellaccomplish'd youth,