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those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting 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?

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear this letter with attention?

Birox. As we would hear an oracle.

Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

King. [Reads.)

Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole diminator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,

Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

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fib it is,

Cost. It may be he : but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so. King. Peace!

Cost. —be to me, and every man that dares not fight! King. No words!

Cost —of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King.

So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melanthug, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to talk. The time when? About the sieth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called sup)>er. Hr, much for the time when : Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked 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 mow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyed, or seest: But to the place where, it standeth north-northf<M and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted* garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,

Cost. Me.

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that urdetter'd small-knowing soul, Cost. Me.

» Tip curious-knotted garden:} Ancient gardens, Steevens ob*Tve», abounded with figures, of which the lines intersected each other in many directions. Thus in "Richard II." Act ill.

King.
that shallow vassal,

Cost. Still me.
King.

which, as I remember, hiyht Costard,
Cost. O me!
Kino.

sorted, and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, with'' with,0 withbut with this I passion to say wherewith,

Cost. With a wench.

King.

with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.

Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am
Antony Dull,

King.

For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine in all comj>/ements of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano Be Armado.

Biiion. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.

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

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

Kino. Did you hear the proclamation 1

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

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, sir; I was taken with a damosel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.

Cost. This was no damosel, neither, sir; she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed virgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with a maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.

Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.

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

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

King. And don Armado shall 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.— [Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain.

Bmojf. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

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

Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I was taken with Jaqucnetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore, welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow !*

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—Another part of the same. Armado's House.

Enter Armado and Moth.

Abm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

Abm.* Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal?

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

Ahm. Why tough senior ?t why tough senior?+

Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?

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

Moth. And I, tough senior,t 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 1 or I apt, and my saying pretty?

AnM. Thou pretty, because little.b

Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt?

Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master?

(*) First folio, unlit then til down, &c,
(f) First folio, tigneur.

* Armada.) Here and throughout the scene In the old copies we have Braggart, instead of Armado.

b Thou pretty, because little:] So in Ben Jonson's play of " The Fox," (Gifford's edition,) vol. iii. p. 236 :—

"First for your dwarf, he's little and witty,
And every thing, at it it little it pretty."

c Crosses love not him.] A punning allusion, very frequent in

Abm. In thy condign praise. Moth, I will praise an eel with the same praise.

Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ? *

Moth. That an eel is quick.

Abm, I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou heat'st my blood.

Moth. I am answered, sir.

Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crossesf love not him. [Aside.

Ajim. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

Arm. Impossible.

Moth. How many is one thrice told? Arm. I am ill at reckoning; it fittethf the spirit of a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester,

sir.(3)

Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete 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 do % call, three.

Arm. True.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here's three studied, ere you '11 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 cipher. [Aside.

Abm. 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 against 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 devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh ; methinks, I should outswear 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

(*) First folio, ingenuout. it) First folio. jf<*.

(!) First folio, vulgar call.

Shakespeare's day, probably to the ancient penny, which Stowe describes as having a double cross, with a crest stamped on it, so that it might easily be broken in half or into quarters. In "Henry IV. Part II." Act I. Sc. J, we meet with the same quibble:—

"Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crotnet" And again, in " As You Like It," Act II. Sc. 4:—

"For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you; yet I should bear no crott if I did bear you."

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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 Samson ! I do 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.

Arm. Of what complexion?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion?

Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?

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,

Sampson had small reason for it. lie, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.

Abm. My love is most immaculate white and red.

Moth. Most maculate * thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me.

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical!

Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing f cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale-white shown;

(•) First folio, immaculate. (t) Old copier, Mush-in.

Jaq. Fair weather after you!

Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[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 :d thou shalt to prison.

Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see—

Moth. 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 Moth and Costard.

Ahm. 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 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 butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second causef 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! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager8 is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extomporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnets. Devise, wit; write, pen; for, I am for whole volumes in folio.

[Exit.

Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you 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 ? (6)

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 't is not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.

Ahm. 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 rational hind Costard; she deserves well.

Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love than my master. [Aside.

Arm. Sing, boy ; my spirit grows heavy in love.

Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.

Arm. I say, sing.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

*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't must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the daywoman." Fare you well.

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.—Maid.

Jaq. Man.

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.

Jaq. That's hereby.b

I know where it is situate.
Lord, how wise you are !
I will tell thee wonders.
With that face ? c
I love thee.

AnM.

Jaq.

Arm.

Jaq.

Arm.

Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. And so farewell.

(•) Old copies, Enter Clowne, Constable, and Wench. (f) First folio, he.

a —for the day-woman.] A day-woman is a rfrtiry-woman, B m illwoman. Johnson, in his Dictionary, derives dairy from day, which, he say*, though without adducing any authority, was an old word for milk.

b That'»hereby.] She means, scoffingly, that's at it may happen; that's to be seen. Armado understands her in the literal sense, close by.

c With that face?] An old bantering phrase, hardly obsolete now. The folio mars it by reading, "With what face I"

d That were fast and loose :] An allusion to a well-known game of the time, now called " pricking i' the garter."

e I do affect—] i.e. I do love, &c. Affect, in this sense, is so

(*) First folio omits too.

common an expression with the old writers, as scarcely to require

explanation.

f The first and second cause will not serve my turn ; the passado he respects not,—] These are terms borrowed from the school of fence, and the fantastical treatises on the Duello by Saviolo and Caranza. See the Illustrative Comments on Act II. of •* Romeo and Juliet."

IT —for your manager it in love;] The corrector of Mr. Collier's copy of the folio 16:t2, with much plausibility, suggests for manager that we should read armitjer; and two lines lower, instead of sonnet, as in the old editions, sonnet-maker. in the latter case. I prefer sonnets, the happy emendation of an American critic, Dr. Vcrplanck.

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SCENE I.—Another part oft/ie Park. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance.

Enter the Princess Op France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants.

Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest" spirits;

Consider who the king your father sends;
To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre: the plea, of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

» Tout dearett tpiriU i] That is, your choice, rnreel spirits.

As Nature was in making graces dear.
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,

Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker,—Good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall out-wear three years,

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