Moth. By a familiar demonftration of the working, my tough fenior. Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal? Arm. I fpoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender. Moth. And I, tough fenior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. Arm. Pretty, and apt. Moth. How mean you, fir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my faying pretty? Arm. Thou pretty, because little. Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt? Moth. Speak you this in my praife, mafter? Moth. I will praise an eel with the fame praise. Moth. That an eel is quick. Arm. I do fay, thou art quick in anfwers: Thou heat'ft my blood. Moth. I am answer'd, fir. Arm. I love not to be crofs'd. Moth. He fpeaks the mere contrary, croffes love not him. [afide. Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke. Moth. You may do it in an hour, fir. Moth. How many is one thrice told? Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of tapfter. Moth. You are a gentleman and a gamefter, fir. B Arm. Arm. I confefs both; they are both the varnish of a complete man. Moth. Then, I am fure, you know how much the grofs fum of deuce-ace amounts to. Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Moth. Why, fir, is this fuch a piece of study? Now here is three ftudied, ere you'll thrice wink and how eafy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horfe will tell you. Arm. A most fine figure! Moth. To prove you a cypher. Cafide. Arm. I will hereupon confefs, I am in love: and, as it is bafe for a foldier to love, fo am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my fword against the hu mour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take defire prifoner; and ranfom him to any French courtier for a new devised court'fy. I think scorn to figh; methinks, I fhould out-fwear Cupid. Comfort me, boy; What great men have been in love? . Moth. Hercules, master. Arm. Moft fweet Hercules!-More authority, dear boy, name more; and, fweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage. Moth. Sampfon, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. Arm. O well-knit Sampfon! ftrong-jointed Sampfon! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too.-W was Sampfon's love, my dear Moth? Moth Math. A woman, master. Arm. Of what complexion? Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four. too. Arm. Tell me precifely, of what complexion? Arm. Is that one of the four complexions? Moth. As I have read, fir; and the best of them Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampfon had small reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit. Moth. It was fo, fir; for fhe had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Moft maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under fuch colours. Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue affift me? Arm. Sweat invocation of a child; moft pretty, and pathetical! Moth. If fhe be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known; For blufhing cheeks by faults are bred, For ftill her cheeks poffefs the fame, A dangerous rhime, matter, against the reafon of white and red. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and he Beggar? B 2 Moth. Moth. The world was very guilty of fuch a ballad fome three ages fince: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither ferve for the writing, nor the tune. Arm. I will have that fubject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coftard; fhe deferves well. Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master. [afide. Arm. Sing, boy; my fpirit grows heavy in love. Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Arm. I fay, fing. Moth. Forbear, 'till this company be past. Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleafure is, that you keep Coftard fafe and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a-week: For this damfel, I must keep her at the park; fhe is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray myfelf with blushing.-Maid. Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Jaq. That's hereby. Arm. I know where it is fituate. Jaq. Lord, how wife you are! Arm. I love thee. Faq. So I heard you fay. Arm. And fo farewel. . Jaq. Fair weather after you! Dull. Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. [Exeunt DULL, and JAQUENETTA. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, fir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your for they are but lightly rewarded. fellows, Arm. Take away this villain; fhut him up. Coft. Let me not be pent up, fir; I will faft, being loofe. Moth. No, fir; that were fast and loose: thou fhalt to prifon. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have feen, fome fhall fee Moth. What fhall fome fee? Cof. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be too filent in their words; and, therefore, I will fay nothing: I' thank God, I have as little patience as another man ; and, therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt MOTH, and COSTARD. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her fhoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is bafeft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn (which is a great argument of falfehood), if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falfely attempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampfon was fo tempted; and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, B 3 and |