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Here, good my glafs, take this for telling true ;
For. Nothing but fair is that, which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit.
deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Coft. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Coft. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one lady
Rofaline. Prin. O thy letter, thy letter : he's a good friend of
mine. Stand aside, good bearer. - Boyet, you can carve; (15) Ereak
Prin. We will read it, I swear.
Y heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible ;
true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely; more fairer than fair, beautiful than beau. teous, truer than truth itself; have commiseration on thy heroical vallal. The magnanimous and moft illoftrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon ; and he it was that might rightly lay, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in the vulgar, lo base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, law, and overcame; he came, one ; saw, two ; overcame, three. Who came? the King? Why did he comes to see. Why did he fee? 10 over. come. To whom came hes to the beggar. What law he ? the beggar. Who overcame he? the beggar. The conclufion is victory ; on whofe fide ? the King's; the captive is inrich'd : on whose side? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial : on whose fide the (15) Boyet, you can carve : Break
up ibis Capon.] i. e. open this Letter. Our Poet uses this Metaphor, as the French do their Poulet ; which fignifies both a young Fow), and a love-letter. Poulet, amatoria Litteræ ; says Ricbelet : and quotes from Voiture, Réfondre au plus obligeant Poulet du Monde ; To reply to the most obliging Letter in the World, The Italians use the same manBer of Expresfion, when they call a Love. Epiftle, una Polli. cetta amorosa. I ow'd the Hint of this equivocal use of the Word to my ingenious Friend Ms, Bipop.
King's ? no, on both in one, or one in both : I am the King, (for fo ftands the comparison) thou the beggar, for fo witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love ? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags robes; for titties? titles : for thy felf? me. Thus expecting thy reply, I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine in the dearest design of industry,
Don Adriano de Armado. Thus doft thou hear the Nemean lion roar 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that ftandeft as his
prey : Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor soul) what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited this
letter? What vane ? what weathercock ? did you ever hear,
better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the file. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere
Prin. Thou, fellow, a word :
Coz. I told you; my lord.
Coft. From my lord Berown, a good master of mine,
Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day.
[Exit Princess attended.
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns : but if thou marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on.
Roj. Well then, I am the shooter.
Deer? Rof. If we chuse by horns, your self; come not near. Finely put on, indeed. Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and the
ftrikes at the brow. Boyet. But she her self is hit lower. Have I hit ber
now? Ref. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
Rof. Thou cani ft not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing. Thou can't not hit it, my good man.
Boyet. An' I cannot, cannot, cannot ; An' I cannot, another can. Coft. By my troth, most pleasant; how both did
fit it. Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both
did hit it. Boyet. A mark? O, mark but that mark! a mark,
says my lady ; Let the mark have a prick in’t; to meet at, if it
Mar. 'Wide oth bow-hand; i'faith, your hand is Coft. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er bit
the clout. Boyet. An' if my hand be out, then, belike, your hand is in.
were, fo fit.
Coft. Then will the get the upfhot by cleaving the
pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greafily ; your lips grow
her to bowl,
[Exeunt all but Coftard.
will fwear :
[Shouting within. Enter Dull, Holofernes, and Sir Nathaniel. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the teftimony of a good Conscience.
Hol. The deer was (as you know) fanguis, in blood ; ripe as a pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of Cælo, the sky, the welkin, the heav'n; and anon falleth like a crab on the face of Terra, the soil, the land, the earth.
Nath. Truly, mafter Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a fcholar at the least: þut, Sir, I affure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Hal. Most barbarous intimations yet a kind of infi. nuation, as it were in via, in way of explications facere, as it were, replications or rather, oftentare, to show, as it were his inclination ; after his undressed unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather