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Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing ?

Long. To hear mcekly, Sir, to laugh moderately, 'or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the stile shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

Coft. The matteristome, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta, The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.

Biron. In what manner?

Coft. In manner and form, following, Sir ; all those three. I was seen with her in the manor house, fitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now Sir, for the manner : It is the manner of a man to speak to a woman; for the form, in some form.

Biron, For the following, Sir?

Coft. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear the letter with attention?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Coft. Such is the fimplicity of man to hearken after the fieih. King. Reat deputy, the welkin's vice-gerent, and fole reads. dominator of Navarre, my foul's earth’s God, and body's foffring patronK. Henry VIII.

Our content
Is our best having.
And again afterwards;

But par’d my present havings, to bestow

My bounties upon you. Timon of Athens.

The greatest of your having lacks a half

To pay your present debt. And in many other places. So, amongst the older Romans, they made a substantive of Habentia, in the like fignification. Nonius Marcellus furnishes an authority from Claudius Quadrigarius his annals. Verebar ings (i, e. their riches, large circumstances) foould elate their minds. St. Aufin likewise, in the lower age of Latinity, uses it in the same manner. And the Spaniards have from thence form'd their bazienda, which fignifies either weaith, possessions, ability,

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Coff. Not a word of Coftard yet.
King. So it is
Coff. It may be fo; but if he say it is fo, he is, in
telling true, but for

King. Peace-
Coft

. Be to me, and every man that dares not fight? King. No words. Col. Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

King. So it is, besieged with fable-colcured melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humour to the mosi wholesome physick of thy health giving air; and as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk : The time, when? about the fixth bour, when beasts molt graze, birds bi/l peck, and men fit down to that nourishment which is call'd jupper: so much for the time, when. Now for the ground, which : which, I mean, I walk'd upon; it is ycleped, thy park. Then for the place, where ; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon coloured ink, which bere thou viewest, beholdeft, surveyest, or feeft. But to ihe place, where; it ftandetb northnorth-eaft and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I Jee that low-spirited jwain, that lase minor of thy mirth, (Cojt. Me?) that un.ctter'd fmallknowing foul, (Cot. Me :) that Malloru vafjal, (Célt. Still me :) which, as I remember, hight Coitard; (Coji. O me!) forted and conforted, contrary to thy efiat lijkéd proclaimed edit and continent canon, with, with, with,

but with this I pasion to say wherewith:

Coft. With a wench. King. With a child of cur grandmother Eve, a femcle; for thy more understanding, a woman; him, I (as my ever-esteemid duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punisioment, by thy sweet Grace's officer, Anthony Dull, a man of god repute

, carriage, bearing Dull

. Me, an't shall please you : I am Anthony Dull. King: For Jaquenetta, fo is the weaker vefel calld) which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,

I keep ber as a vafal of thy law's fury, and shall at the least of thy.

Sweet

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and estimation.

fweet notice bring her to trial. Thine in all compliments of de voted and heart-burning beat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armado.

Biron. This is not so well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay; the best for the worst. But, firrah, what say you to this?

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

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

King. It was proclaim’d a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.

Coft. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damofel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damofel.
Col. This was nodamoselneither, Sir, she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too, for it was proclaim'd virgin.
Cij. If it were, I deny. her yirginity : I was taken
with a maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir.
Cofi. This maid will serve my turn, Sir.

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

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

King. And Don Armado fall 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. [Exc. Birc?. I'll lay iny head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. Sirrah, come on.

Coft. I suffer for the truth, Sir: for true.it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Faguenetta is a true girl; and therefore welcome the four cup of prosperity: affiction may one day smile again, and until then, fit thee down, sorrow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Arm. Bo Towvs melancholy?

dear imp:

SCENE changes to Armadı's house.

Enter Armado, and Moth.
OY, what is it, when a man of great spirit

grows
Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look fad.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-fame thing,
Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.

Arm. How can'st thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender Juvenile ?

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

Arm. Why, tough Signior? why, tough Signior? Meth. Why, tender Juvenile? why, tender Juvenile?

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

Moth. And I tough Signior, 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.
Meth. Little! pretty, because little; wherefore apt?
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ?
Arm. In thy condign praise.
Mob. 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 heat'st

my

blood.Moth. I am answer'd, Sir. Arm. I love not to be croft. Moh. He speaks the clean contrary, crosses love nothim. Arm. I have promis'd to study three years with the King. Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir. Arm. Impoflible.

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Moth. How many is one thrice told ?
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a tapsler,
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester.

Arm. I confefs both; they are both the varnish of a compkat 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 call, three.
Arm. True.

Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study ? now here's three ftudied 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. 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 againit 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.devis’d curt'sy. I think it scorn to figh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy, what great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, master.

Arm. Most sweet Hercules! more authority, dear boy, name more ; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, 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 Sampson, strong-jointed Sampson ! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didit me in carrying gates. ' I am in love too. Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth ?

Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Of what complection ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four. Arm. Tell me precisely of what comple&tion ?

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