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There's the moral, now the l'envoy.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy; fay the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were fill at odds, being but three.

Moth. Until the goofe came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; would you desire

more? Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain ; a goofe,

that's fat Sir, your penny-worth is good, an' your goofe be fat. To sell a bargain weil is as cunning as fast and loose. Let me fee a fat l'envoy; I, that's a fat goose.

Arm. Come hither, come hither ; How did this argument begin

Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a fhin. Then call'd you for a l'envoy,

Cot. True, and I for a plantan; Thus came the argument in ; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought, And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me ; how was there a Cotard broken in a shin?

Moth. I will tell you fensibly.

Cof. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth, I will speak that l'envoy.

Coftard running out, that was fafely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Coft. 'Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah, Costard, I will infranchise thee.

Coft. O, marry me to one Prancis, I smell fome l'envoy, some goose in this.

Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty ; enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immer'd, restrained, captivated, bound.

Coft. True, true, and now you will be my purgati. on, and let me loose.

Arni. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from dorance, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this i bear this fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta ; there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

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[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, 1. Signior Cofard, adieu.

[Exit. Coft. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration ! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings :: three farthings remuneration : What's the price of this incle ? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration! - why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (12). I will never buy and fell out of this word.

Enter Biron. Biron. O my good knave Coftard, exceedingly well met.

Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?

Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Coft. Marry, Sir, half-perny farthing.
Biron. O, why then three farthings worth of silk.
Coft. I thank your worship, God be with you.

Biror. O ftay, flave, I must employ thee :
As thou wilt win my favour, my good knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall intreat.

Coft. When would you have it done, Sir ?
Biron. O, this afternoon.
Coft. Well, I will do it, Sir : fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowelt not what it is.
Cojt. I shall know, Sir, when I have done ita
Diron. Why, villain, thou must know firit,

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(12) No, I'll give you a Remuneration : Why? it carries irs Remuneration. Why? it is a fairer Name tban a French Crown.] Thus this Passage has hitherto been writ and pointed, without any Regard to Common Sense, or Meaning. The Reform that I have made, flight as it is, makes it both intelligible and humourous. 1 4

Cojt. Coft. I will come to your worship to morrow morn

ing. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, Nave, it is but this : The Princess comes to hunt here in the park : And in her train there is a gentle lady ; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her; ask for her, And to her sweet hand see thou do commend This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon ; go.

Coff. Guerdon, sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better: moft sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.

(Exit. Biron. O! and I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip ; A very beadle to a humourous figh: A critick; nay, a night-watch constable ; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal more magnificent. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This Signior Junio's giant dwarf, Dan Cupid, (13)

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(13) This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.] It was some time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the Opinion ;) that as there was a Contrast of Terms in giani-dwarf, so, probably, there should be in the Words immediately preceding them; and therefore that we thould restore,

This Senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid. i. e. this old, young Man. And there is, indeed, afterwards. in this Play, a Description of Cupid, which forts very aptly with such an Emendation,

That was the way to make bis Godbead wax,

For be barb been five thousand years a Boy. The Conjecture is exquisitely well imagin'd, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reason to think, that, in the former Reading, there is an Allufion to lome Tale, or Character in an old PlayI have not, on this Account, ven. tur d to disturb the Text, because there seems to me some rea.

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Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms, Th' anointed Sovereign of fighs and groans : Liege of all loyterers and malecontents : Dread Prince of plackets, King of codpieces : Sole Imperator, and great General Of trotting parators : (O my little heart!) And I to be a corporal of his File, (14) And wear his colours ! like a tumbler, ftoop! What? I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A Woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing; ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch’d: that it may ftill go right! Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all : And, among three, to love the worst of all; A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes; Ay, and by heav'n, one that will do the deed, Tho' Argus were her eunuch and her guard ; son to suspect, tlrat our Author, is here alluding to Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca. In that Tragedy there is the Character of one Junius,: a Roman Captain, who falls in Love to Distraction with one of Bonduca's Daughters ; and becomes an arrant: whining Slave to this Pallion. He is afterwards cur'd of his Infirmity, and is as abfolute a Tyrant against the Sex. Now, with regard to these two Extremes, Cupid might very properly be stiled Junius's giant-dwarf : A Giant in his Eye, while the Dotage was upon him ; but shrunk into a Dwarf, fo roon as he had got the better of it. (14) And I to be a Corporal of bis Field,

And, wear his Colours like a Tumbler's hoop ! ] A Corporal of a Field is a quite new Term neither did the: Tumblers ever adorn their hoops with Ribbands, that I can learn: for Those were not carried in Parade about with them, as the Fencer carries his Sword: Nor, if they were, is the similitude at all pertinent to the Case in hand. But to floop like a Tumbler agrees not only with that Profession, and the servile: Condescenfions of a Lover, but with what follows in the Con.'

What mined the wise Transcribers at first, seems This :: When once the Tumbler appear’d, they thought, his 'Hoop mult not be far behinda ka

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And I to figh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! go to :

It is a plague,
That Cupid will impofe for my neglect
Of his almighty, dreadful, little, Might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, fue and groan :
Some men must love my lady, and fome Joan. (Exit.

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SCENE, a Pavilion in the Park near the

Palace.

Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine,

Lords, Attendants, and a Forefter.

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PRINCE S S.
A S that the King, that fpurr'd his horse fo

hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he Mew'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to day we shall have our dispatch ;
On Saturday we will return to France.
Then Forefter, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and plav the murtherer in!

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice ; A ftand, where you may make the faireft shoot.

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot :
And thereupon thou speak 'At the fairelt shoot.

For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again fay,

no ?
O short-liv'd pride! not fair ? alack, for wo!

For. Yes, madam, fair.

Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow,

Here,

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