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Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up! Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two or one Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away! of the four.
Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, being Arm. Tell me precisely, of what complexion? loose. Moth. Ofthe sea-water green, sir.
Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose; thou shalt Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?
to prison. Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them too. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolaArm. Greeu, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to tion that I have seen, some shall seehave a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had Moth'What shall some see? small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit. Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they look Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. words; and, therefore, I will say nothing:I thank God, Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked I have as little patience as another man; and therefore under such colours.
I can be quiet.
(Exeunt Moth and Costard. Arm. Define, define, well edncated infant!
Arm. I do atlect the very ground, which is base,where Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue as- her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is sist me!
basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, (which is a Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and great argument of falsehood,) if I love. And how can pathetical !
that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is Moth. If she be made of white and red,
a familiar; love is a devil : ihere is no evil angel but Her fanlts will ne'er be known;
love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and he had an For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and And fears by pale-white shown:
he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaftis too hard Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a By this you shall not know;
Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not For still her cheeks possess the same,
serve my turn: the passado he respects not, the duello Which native she doth owe.
he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier ! white and red.
be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme; Beggar?
for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. Devise, wit; Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad write,pen ; for I am for whole volumes in folio![Exit. some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the
II. writing, nor the tune.
A CT Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I SCENE I. - Another part of the same. A pavilion and may example my digression by some mighty prece
tents at a distance. dent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that i took in Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, CAthe park with the rational hind Costard; she de THARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. serves well.
Boyet. Now, madam,summon up your dearest spirits : Moth. To be whipped; and yet a better love, than my Consider, who the king your father sends;
[Aside. To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
Ofall perfections, that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight Enter Dull, Costand, and JAQUENETTA. Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Cos- Benow as prodigal of all dear grace, tard safe : and you must let him take no delight, nor no As nature was in making graces dear, penance; but a'must fast three days a-week. For this When she did starve the general world beside, damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for And prodigally gave them all to you. the day-woman. Fare you well.
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, thongh but mean, Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid ! Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by jugdment of the eye, Arin. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Noutter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. Jaq. That's hereby.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Arm. I know, whereit is situate.
Than you much willing to be counted wise Jaq. Lord, how wise you are!
In spending your wit in the praise of mine. Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
But now to task the tasker,-Good Boyet, Jaq. With that face?
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Arm. I love thee.
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Jaq. So I heard you say.
Till painful study shall out-wear three years, Arm. And so farewell!
No woman may approach his silent court. Jaq. Fair weather after you!
Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course, Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away!
Before we enter his forbidden gates, [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere Bold of your worthiness, we single you thou be pardoned.
As our best-moving fair solicitor: Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, a full stomach.
On serious business, craving quick despatch, Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Impórtunes personal conference with his grace. Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows; for Haste, signify so much; while we attend, they are but lightly rewarded.
Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high will,
Boy. Proud of employment, willingly I go. (Exit. | Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, 1 Lord. Longaville is one.
And sin to break it : Prin. Know you the man?
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; Mar. I know him, madain ; at a marriage feast,
To teach a teacher ill besecmeth me. Petween lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit !
[Gives a paper. In Normandy saw I this Longaville.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid,
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms:
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,)
Biron. I know you did.
Ros. How needless was it then,
Biron. You must not be so quick.
quesMar. They say so most, that most his humours know.
tions. Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill Who are the rest ?
tire. Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd Rost. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. youth,
Biron. What time o' day? Of all, that virtue love, for virtue lov'd:
Ros. The hour'that fools should ask. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Biron. Now fair befal your mask! For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers ! And shape to win grace, though he had no wit. Biron. And send you many lovers! I saw him at the duke Aleucon's once;
Ros. Amen, so you be none. And much too little of that good I saw,
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. Is my report, to his great worthiness.
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say, that he, or we,(as neither have,) I never spent an hour's talk withal;
Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid His eye begets occasion for his wit;
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, For every object, that the one doth catch,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us, The other turns to a inirth-moving jest,
Although not valued to the money's worth. Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) If then the king your father will restore Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
But that one half, which is unsatisfied, That aged ears play truant at his tales,
We will give up our right in Aquitain, And younger hearings are quite ravished;
And hold fair friendship with his majesty. So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth ; Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
For here he doth demand to have repaid That every one her own hath garnished
An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
To have his title live in Aquitain;
Which we much rather had depart withal,
And have the money by our father lent,
Dear princess, were not his requests so far
Avd go well satisfied to France again. (Like one that comes here to besiege his court.) Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
And wrong the reputatiou of your name, To let you enter his unpeopled house.
In so unseeming to confess receipt Here comes Navarre,
[The ladies mask. Of that, which hath so faithfully been paid. Enter Kixg, Loxcaville, Dumais, Biron, and Atten-King. I do protest, I never heard of it; dants.
And, if you'll proveit, I'll repay it back, King.Fair princess,welcome to the court of Navarre! Or yield up Aquitain. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome I Prin. Wearrest your word. — have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be Boyet, you can produce acquittances, yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be For such a sum, from special officers mine.
Of Charles his father. King. Yon shall be welcome, madam, to my court. King. Satisfy me so! Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither! Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, king. Hear me, dear lady! Jhave sworn an oath. Where that and other specialties are bound; Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. All liberal reason I will yield unto. king. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,
As honour, without breach of honour, may
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Make tender of to thy true worthiness :
Prin. Your reason? You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire But here without you shall be so receiv'd,
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed: Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell ! His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, To-morrow shall we visit you again.
Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be; Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your all senses to that sense did make their repair, grace!
To feel only looking on fairest of fair : King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Methought all his senses were lock’ in his eye,
(Exeunt King and his Train. As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be were glass'd, glad to see it.
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Ros. Is the fuol sick?
That all eyes saw his eyes
enchanted with gazes: Biron. Sick at heart.
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Ros. Alack, let it blood !
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Biron. Would that do it good ?
Prin. Come, to our pavilion ! Boyet is disposid – Ros. My physic says, I.
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?
hath disclos'd: Ros. No point, with my knife.
I only have made a mouth of his eye, Biron. Now, God save thy life!
By adding atongue, which I know will not lie. Ros. And yours from long living!
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. skilfully. Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news same?
of him. Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. (Exit.
is but grim. Long. I beseech you a word : what is she in the white? Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the Mar. No. light.
Boyet. What then, do you see? Long. Perchance,light in the light :I desire her name. Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, Boyet. You are too hard for me. [Exeunt.
were a shame. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
А ст III. Long. God's blessing on your beard!
SCENE I. - Another part of the same. Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
Enter ARMADO and Moth. She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
hearing! She is a most sweet lady.
[Singing. Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. (Exit Long. Arm. Sweet air ! — Go, tenderness of years; take Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
festinately hither: I must employ him in a letter to Biron. Is she wedded, or no? Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French Biron. You are welcome, sir; adien !
brawl ? Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you ! Arin. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French ?
[Exit Biron-Ladies unmask. Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, huNot a word with him but a jest.
mour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, Boyet. And every jest but a word.
and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. you swallowed love with singing love; sometime Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelMar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
ling love ; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your
hands Mur. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that finish the in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
jest? keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away!
[ Offering to kiss her. These are compliments, these are humours; these Mar. Not so, gentle beast!
betray nice wenches-that would be betrayed without My lips are no common, though several they be. these; and make them men of note, (do you
note, men ?) Boyet. Belonging to whom?
that most are affected to these. Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ? Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles agree: Moth. By my penny of observation. The civil war of wits were much better used
Arm. But 0, but 0,On Navarre and his book-men: for here 'tis abused. Moth. —the hobby-horse is forgot. Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,)] Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, Deecive me not now, Navarre is infected.
and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forPrin. With what?
got your love?
Arm. Almost I had.
Would you desire more ? Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart ! Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.
flat: Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three l Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose fat.
To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose: Arm. What wilt thou prove?
Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, Arm. Come hither, come hither! How did this arupon the instant. By heart you love her, because your gument begin? heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart Then call’d you for the l'envoy. you love her, being out of heart that you cannot en Cost. True, and I for a plantain: thus came your
argument in; Arm. I am all these three.
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing And he ended the market. at all.
Arm. But tell me, how was there a Costard broken Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a in a shin? letter.
Moth. I will tell you sensibly. * Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak embassador for an ass !
that l'envoy : Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ?
I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. horse, for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. The way is but short; away!
Cost. Till there be more matter in the shiú. Moth. As swift as lead, sir.
Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances ; - I smell some Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? l'envoy, some goose, in this. Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Arm. I say, lead is slow.
liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert imMoth. You are too swift, sir, to say so:
mured, restrained, captivated, bound. Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun? Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
and let me loose. He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance, I shoot thee at the swain.
and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Moth. Thump then, and I flee.
(Exit. Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta; Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of there is remuneration ; [Giving him money.) for the grace!
best ward of mine honour is, rewarding my depenBy thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face; dents.— Moth, follow.
[Exit. Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.
Moth. Like the sequel, 1.—Signior Costard, adien. My herald is return'd.
Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Re-enter Moth and COSTARD.
[Exit Moth. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! in a shin.
o, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three Arm.Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'envoy; farthings-remuneration.-What's the price of this - begin.
inkle ? a penny ;-No, I'll give you a remuneration: Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in why, it carries it.—Remuneration !-why, it is a fairer the mail, sir. O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! of this word. Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
Enter BIROR. thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs pro-Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly weli vokes me to ridiculous smiling. 0, pardon me, my met! stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon and the word l'envoy for a salve ?
may a man buy for a remuneration? Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy Biron. What is a remuneration ? a salve?
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make Biron. 0, why then, three-farthings worth of silk. plain
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Some obscure precedence, that hath tofore been sain. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: I will example it:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Do one thing for me, that I shall entreat. Were still at odds, being but three.
Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, my l'envoy.
it is but this; The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
The princess comes to hont here in the park, Were still at odds, being but three :
And in her train there is a gentle lady; Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her Staying the odds by adding four.
name, Moch. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: And Rosaline they call her: ask for her ;
And to her white hand see thon do commend And shooting well is then accounted ill.
(Gives him money. Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; Cost. Guerdon, -0 sweet guerdon! better than re- If wounding, then it was to show my skill, muneration; eleven-pence farthing better. Most sweet That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. guerdon! - I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon-re- And, out of question, so it is sometimes ; muneration.
[Exit. Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; Biron, 0 !- And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
been love's whip; We bend to that the working of the heart : A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Lords o'er their lords? This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, To any lady, that subdues a Iord. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Enter CostaRD. Liege of all loiterers aud malcontents,
Prin. Here comes a member of the common-wealth. Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the Sole imperator, and great general
head lady? of trotting paritors, – 0 little heart!
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that And I to be a corporal of his field,
have no heads. And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. A woman, that is like a German clock,
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
is truth. And never going aright, being a watch,
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, But being watch'd that it may still go right? One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
Are not you the chief woman? you are the And, among three, to love the worst of all;
thickest here. A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your
will ? With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ;
Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
lady Rosaline. Though Argus were har eunuch and her guard : Prin. 0, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
of mine: To pray for her ! Go to; it is a plague,
Stand aside, good bearer !-Boyet, you can carve? That Capid will impose for my neglect
capon. of his almighty dreadful little might.
Boyet. I am bound to serve.-
Prin. We will read it, I swear:
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear! A C T
Boyet. (Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is SCENE I.- Another part of the same. most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, CATHARINE, itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair,
Boyet, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The maso hard
gnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar ZeneloBoyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. phon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind. vidi, vici, which to anatomize in the vulgar, (o base Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and On Saturday we will return to France. —
overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see ; That we must stand and play the murderer in? Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he? to
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; the beggar; What saw he? the beggar; Who overA stand, where you may make the fairest shoot! came he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On
Prin. I thank my beanty, I am fair that shoot, whose side? the king's, the captive is enrich'd; On And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. whose side? the beggar's ; The cutastrophe is a nu
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. ptial; On whose side ? the king's?-no, on both in Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no? one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the O short-liv'd pride! not fair? alack for woe! • comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy For. Yes, madam, fair.
lowliness. Shall I command thy love? Imay: Shall Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; For tittles? titles; For thy self? me. Thus, expecting
[Giving him money. thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on Fair payment for foul words is more than due. thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit.
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar Butting hand, though
foul, shall have fair praise. 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; the bow. Now mercy goes to kill, Submissive fall his princely feet before,