Moth. Of the fea-water green, Sir. Arm. Is that one of the four complections? Moth. As I have read, Sir, and the best of them too. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampfen had fmall reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit. Moth. It was fo, Sir, for fhe had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, 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. Sweet invocation of a child, most 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, A dangerous rhime, mafter, against the reafon of white and red. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar? Math. The world was 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 prefident. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coftard; the deferves well Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master. Arm. Sing, boy; my fpirit grows heavy in love. Moth. Forbear, 'till this company is past. Enter Enter Coftard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid. Dull. Sir, the King's pleasure is that you keep Coftard fafe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he muft faft 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 blufhing: maid,→→→ Arm. I will vifit thee at the ledge. Arm. I know, where it is fituate: Arm. I love thee. Faq. So I heard you say. Arm. And fo farewel. Jaq. Fair weather after you! Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. (7) [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou fhalt faft for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, for they are but lightly rewarded. than your followers; Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. to prifon.. (7) Maid. Fair weather after you. Come Jaquenetta, away.] Thus all the printed copies: but the editors have been guilty of much inad quenetta is the only maid intended by the poet, and who is committed to the custody of Dul, to be convey'd by him to the lodge in the park. This being the cafe, it is evident to demonftration, that-Fair weather after you-must be fpoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, come Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the text. Coft, Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome fhall fee Moth. What fall fome fee? Coft. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be 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 with Coftard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is bafe) 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 falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn; the Passado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour; ruit, rapier; be ftill, drum; for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me, fome extemporal god of rhime, for I am fure, I fhall turn fonnet. Devile wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exeunt. SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catha rine, Boyet, Lords and other Attendants. N BOYET T. deareft fpirits; OW, madam, fummon up your Yourself, Yourfelf, held precious in the world's esteem, Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, (8) When she did starve the general world befide,] Catullus has a compliment, much of this caft, to his Lefbia in his 87th epigram: quæ cum pulcherrima tota eft, Tum omnibus una omnes furripuit Veneres. Prix Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I knew him, madam, at a marriage feaft. In Normandy saw I this Longaville, Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Rofa. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my Ladies, are they all in love, |