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That hath a ming of phrases in his brain :
One, whơm the musick of his own vain tongue

Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony ;
A man of complements, whom right and wrong

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many, a knight

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate.
How you delight, my Lords, I know not, 1;.
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my mistrelsy.

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
A man of fire new words, fashion's own knight.
Long. Costard the swain, and he shall be our

And, so to study, three years is but short.

Enter Dull, with a letter, and COSTARD. Dull. Which is the Duke's own person ? Biron. This, fellow; What would'st?

Dull. I myself reprchend his own person, for I am his Grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in Aesh and blood,

Biron. This is he.

Dull. Signior Arme Arme commends you. There's villainy abroad; this letter will tell you



Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touch. ing me.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armado.

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience !

Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?

Long. To hear meekly, Sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the stile shall give 125 cause to climb in the 'merriness.

Cost. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.

Biron. In what manner ?

Cost. In manner and form following, Sir; all 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? Biron. 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 dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's 'God, and body's fostering patron,

Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
King. So it is,

Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but 50, 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.

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King. So it is, besieged with sable-colourd' melancholy, I did commend the black - oppressing humour to the most wholesome physick of chy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time, when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best pack, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when: Now for the ground which; which, I

I walk'd upon: it is goleped, thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean,

I did encounter that obscene and most preposteTous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon - colour'd ink, which here chou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest : But to the place, where, It standeth worth-northeast 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.
King. that unletter d small- knowing soul,
Cost, Me.
King that shallow vassal,
Cost. Still me.
King. which, as I remember, hight Costard,
Cost. O me!.

King. sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continenc canon, with

with O with but with this I passion to say wherewitha

Cost. With a wench.

King with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet under: standing, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteem. ed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to

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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 apprehended with the aforesaid swain ,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet norice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart - burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armado. Biron. This is' not so well as I look'd 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.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

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

King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wénch.

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 proclaim'd, virgin.

Cøst. lif 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 other hath strongly

[Exeunt. Biron. 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 Jaquenetta, 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 dowi, sorrow! [Exeunt.


another part of the same. Armado's House.

Enter ARMADO and Moth.

Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirits grows melancholy?

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

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self same thing, dear Imp.

Moth. No, no; O Lord, Sir, no.

Arm. How can'st thou part sadness 'and melancholy, my tender juvenal?

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

Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior ?

Moth. Why teuder juyenal? why tender juvenal?

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