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Ars. But 0, but Om

Cofi. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy ; no falve
Matb. che hobby-horse is forgot 1.

in the male, fir : 0 fir, plantain, a plain plan-
Ara. Call it thou my love, hobby-horse? tain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, or (alve, fir, but a
Matb. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a plantain !
cole 2, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But 5 Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy
kave you forgot your love?

Gilly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs Ar. Almost I had.

provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon Mob. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. me, my stars! Doth the inconfiderate take salve Ars. By heart, and in heart, boy.

for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve? Mah. And out of heart, mafter; all those three 10 Morb. Doth the wise think them other? is not

fi'envoy a Galve ? dre. What wilt thou prove ?

Arni. No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse,
Meb. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and

to make plain
wibaut, upon the instant : By heart you love her, Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been fain.
because your heart cannot come by her : in heart15I will example it :
you love her, because your heart is in love with The fox, the ape, and the humble-bec,
her; and out of heart you love her, being out of Were still at odds, being but three.
heart that you cannot enjoy her.

There's the moral: Now the l'envi. Are. I am all these three.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy; Say the moral again. M«b. And three times as much more, and yet|20 Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Cothing at all.

Were still at odds, being but three : Ara. Fetch hither the swain; he muft carry Motb. Until the goose came out of door, me a letter.

Staying the odds by adding four. Muib. A message well sympathis'd; a horse to Now will I begin your moral, and do you follower be embassador for an ass !

25 with my l'envoy.
Arn. Ha, ha; what fayeft thou ?

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Mab. Marry, fis, you must fend the ass upon Were Atill at odds, being but three :
the horse, for he is very flow-gaited : But I go. Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Arz. The way is but short; away.

Staying the odds by adding four.
Mob. As swift as lead, fir.

Morb. A good i'envoy, ending in the goose ;-
Ans. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?

Would you desire more? is not lead a metal 'heavy, dull, and Now?

Coff. The boy hath fold him a bargain, a goose
Mab. Minime, honest master; or rather, mar-

that's fat:

(tat. ter, no.

Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be
Arm. I say, lead is now.

35 To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and
Mab. You are too swift, fir, to say so:

loose : Is that lead now, which is fir'd from a gun? Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that 's a fat goose. Arr. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!

Arm. Come hither, come hither : How did this He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:

argument begin? I shoot thee at the (wain.

140 Moth. By saying, that a Coffard was broken in
Most. Thump then, and I fee.

[Exit. a thin : then call'd you for the l'envoy.
Aru. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of Coft. True, and I før a plantain; thus came
grace!

[face : your argument in :
By thy favour, fweet welkin 3, I must figh in thy Then the boy's fat renvoy, the goose that you
Molt rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. 45 bought;
My herald is return'd.

And he ended the market.
Re-enter Moth and Cofard.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard ?
As:b. A wonder, master; here's a Costard 4 broken in a thin?
broken in a thin.

Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy 5 Coff. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will
l'exvey 5 ;-begin.

speak that l'envoy :-
! In the celebration of May-day, besides the sports now used of hanging a pole with garlands, and
dancing round it, formerly a boy was dressed up representing maid Marian; another like a friar; and
another rode on a hobby-horse, with bells jingling, and painted streamers. After the Reformation took
place, and Precisians multiplied, these latter - rites were looked upon to favour of paganism; and then
maid Marian, the friar, and the poor hobby-horse, were turned out of the games. Some who were
bot so wisely precise, but regretted the disuse of the hobby-horse, no doubt, satirized this suspicion of
idolatry, and archly wrote the epitaph above alluded to. Now Moth, hearing Armado groan ridicu.
kully, and cry out, But eb! bur ob-humourously pieces out his exclamation with the fequel of this
cpitaph. 2 Meaning, a hot, mad-brain'd, unbroken young fellow; or sometimes an old fellow with
juvenile defires. 3 Welkin is the sky. 4 i. e. a head. 5 The l'envoy, which is a term borrowed from
the old French poetry, appeared always at the head of a few concluding verses to each piece, and either
kerred to convey the moral, or to address the poem to fome particular person. To sell a bargain lacre
means to lead a person to say something, which being applied to himfelf makes him appear ridiculous, so
Armado is supposed to call himself a goose. 7 The buad was anciently called the cofiardias observed above.
A iftard likewise fignificd a crab-ftick.

I, Costard,

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I, Coftard, running out, that was fafely within, Coff. I will come to your worship to-morrow
Fell over the threshold, and broke my thin. morning.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.

Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark,
Coft. Till there be more matter in the Thin. nave, it is but this :
Arm. Sirrah, Costard, I will enfranchise thee. 5 The princess comes to hunt here in the park,

Coft. O, marry me to one Frances ;-] smell And in her train there is a gentle lady ; [name, some l'envoy, some goose, in this.

When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee And Rosaline they call her : ask for her ; at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert And to her sweet hand see thou do commend immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound. 10 This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. Col. True, true; and now you will be my

[Gives bim money. purgation, and let me loose.

Coft. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon ? ! better than Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better :rance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing Moft sweet guerdon I will do it, fir, in print 3. but this : Bear this fignificant to the country maid 15-Guerdon--remuneration.

[Exit. Jaquenetta : there is remuneration; [Giving bim Birun. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, re

have been love's whip; warding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit. A very beadle to a humourous figh;

Muth. Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, A critic; nay, a night-watch constable : adieu.

[Exit. 20 A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Coff. My sweet ounce of man's Aeth! my incony Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! Jew !

This wimpled 4, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Now will I look to his remuneration. Remune This fignior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; ration ! O, that's the Latin word for three far Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms, things: three farthings remuneration.-What's|25 The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, the price of this inkle ? a penny :—No, I'll give you a Liege of all loiterers and malecontents, remuneration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration ! Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, —why, it is a fairer name than French crown. Sole imperator, and great general I will never buy and sell out of this word. Of trotting paritors ,- my little heart !

30 And I to be a corporal of his field, Enter Biron.

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop 6! Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly What? what? I love! I sue! I seek a wife ! well met.

A woman, that is like a German clock, Coft. Pray you, fir, how much carnation ribbon Still a repairing ; ever out of frame; may a man buy for a remuneration ?

35 And never going aright, being a watch, Biron. What is a remuneration ?

But being watch'd that it may still go right? Cof. Marry, fir, half-penny farthing.

Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all : Birur. O, why then, three-farthing-worth of And, among three, to love the worst of all : filk.

A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, Coft. I thank your worship: God be with you. 40 With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed, As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

And I to tigh for her! to watch for her! Cost. When would you have it done, fir? To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague Biron. O, this afternoon.

45 That Cupid will impose for my neglect Coff. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well. Of his almighty dreadful little might. [groan: Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.

Well, I will love, write, figh, pray, sue, and Coff. I mall know, sir, when I have done it. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.

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Ir.cony, or kony, in the north, fignifies fine, delicate-as a kuny ebirg, a fine thing. 2 i. e. reward. 3 i. e. with the utmost nicety. 4 The wimple was a hood or veil which fell over the face. 3 An apparitor, or paritor, is an officer of the bishop's court, who carries out citations for fornication and other matters cognizable in his court. 6 That is, hanging on one Moulder, and falling under the epposite arm.

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SCENE I.

Coft. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
& Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.

Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. (truth.
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Lordsy Coft. The thickest and the tallest! 'tisso; truth is
Attendants, and a Forefter.

An your waist, mistress, were as Nender as my wit,
Prin. AS that the king, that spurr'd his 5 One of these maids' girdles for your waist Mould
horse so hard

be fit.
Against the steep uprising of the hill?

Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest
Beget. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.

here.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he new'd a mounting Prin. What's your will, fir ? what 's your will ?
mind.

Coft. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to
Well, lords, to-day we hall have our dispatch;

one lady Rosaline.
On Saturday we will return to France.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter ; he's a good
Then, forefter, my friend, where is the bush,

friend of mine :
That we must stand and play the murderer in? Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve;

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice ; 15|Break up this capon',
A stand, where you may make the faireft Moot. Boyer. I am bound to serve,

Prin. I thank my beauty; I am fair that thoot, This letter is miftook, it importeth none here;
And thereupon thou speak’st, the faireft shoot. It is writ to Jaquenetta.

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. We will read it, I swear :
Prin. What, what ? first praise me, then again 20 Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
say, no?

Boyet. [Reads.] “By heaven, that thou art fair,
O hort-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe! }" is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous;
Fot. Yes, madam, fair.

}" truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer
Prin. Nay, never paint me now;

}" than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. 25 " truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroica! Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; “ vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate 2

[Giving bim morty.

}" king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and Fair payment for foul words is more than due. f" indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was

For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. f" that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which

Prin, See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merít.30 “ to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure
O heresy in fair, fit for these days !

“ vulgar!) videlicet, he came, law, and overcame:
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise, “ He came, one; saw, two; overcame, three.
But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, “ Who came ? the king; Why did he come to
And shooting well is then accounted ill.

“ see ; Why did he lee? to overcome ; To whom
Thus will I save my credit in the thoot : 351

came he? to the beggar; What saw he ? the
Not wounding, pity would not let me do 't; " beggar; Whom overcame he? the beggar: The
If wounding, then it was to thew my skill, “ conclusion is victory; On whose fide? the king's:
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. " the captive is enrich'd; On whose side ? the
And, out of question, so it is sometimes; }" beggar's : The catastrophe is a nuptial; on
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;

“ whose side? the king's ?--no; on both in one,
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands
We bend to that the working of the heart : “ the comparison : thou the beggar; for fo wit-
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

“ nefreth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. “ love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could.:
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-love- 451

f" Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What Malt reignty

" thou exchange for rags ? robes; For tittles? titles; Only for praise' fake, when they strive to be

« For thyself? me. Thus, expecting thy reply,
Lords o'er their lords?

“ I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy
Priz. Only for praise : and praise we may afford “ picture, and my heart on thy every part.
To any lady that fubdues a

« Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
Enter Coftart.

4 Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO." Prin. Here comes a member of the common

Thus doft thou hear the Nemean lion roar
wealth.

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standeft as his prey;
Coft
. Cod dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is Submissive fall his princely feet before,

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And he from forage will incline to play :
Prin. Thou Malt know her, fellow, by the rest But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
that have no heads.

Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
". That is, Open this letter. Our poet uses this metaphor, as the French do their poulet, which
fignifies both a young fowl and a love-letter, Illustrate for illuftriows.

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the head lady?

grow foul.

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Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that in Cift. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he 'll dited this letter? [hear better

ne'er hit the clout 4. What vane? what weather-cock? Did you ever Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike, Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember

your hand is in.

(pin. the stile.

[while ? 5 Coft. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er lit ere Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips Boyer. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court ;

[sport Coff. She's too hard for you pricks, fir ;A phantasın, a Monarcho, and one that makes

challenge her to bowl. To the prince, and his book-mates,

Boyet. I fear too much rubbing : Good night, Prin. Thou, fellow, a word:

my good owl. [Exeunt all but Coftard. Who gave thee this letter ?

Coft. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Coff. I told you, my lord.

Lord, lord ! how the ladies and I have put him Prin. To whom Mouldlt thou give it?

down!

(wit! Cift. From my lord to my lady.

15|0' my troth, most sweet jests ! molt incony vulgar Prin. From which lord to which lady?

When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as Coft. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,

it were, so fit. To a lady of France, that he called Rosaline. Armatho o'the one side, 0, a most dainty man! Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! lords, away.

20 To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another

a' will swear! day.

[Exit Princess attended. And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit ! Beget. Who is the Mooter? who is the shooter 3 ? Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit ! Rof. Shall I teach you to know?

Sola, rola!

(Sbruling within. Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

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[Exit Cofiard. Ref. Why, me that bears the bow.

II.

S CE N E Finely put off!

smarry, Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou Enter Dull, Holofernes 5, and Sir Nathaniel. Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Narb. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in Finely put on!

30 the testimony of a good conscience. Ruf. Well then, I am the shooter.

Hd. The deer was, as you know, fanguis, in Boyet. And who is your deer?

(near. blood, ripe as a pome water, who now hangeth Ref. If we chuse by horns, yourself; come not like a jewel in the ear of Cælo, the sky, the wel. Finely put on, indeed !

|kin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and 35 the face of Terra,—the soil, the land, the earth. The strikes at the brow.

Nath. Truly, mafter Holofernes, the epithets Boyer. But she herself is hit lower : Have I hit are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, her now?

fir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Rof. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, Hel. Sir Nathaniel, baud credo. that was a man when king Pepin of France was a 40 Dull. 'Twas not a baud credo, 'twas a pricket. little boy, as touching the hit it?

Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of Buyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, intinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explithat was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain cation ; facere, as it were, replication; or, rather was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

bftentare, to mew, as it were, his inclination Roj. Tbou can't not bit ir, kit it, bit ils (Singing. 45 after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unTbou can'st not bit it, my goud mar.

pruned, untrained, or rather un letter'd, or, raBeyer. An I cannot, cannui, cannot,

thereft, unconfirmed fashion,to insert again my An I cannct, anather can. [Exeunt Rol. & Kar. baud credo for a deer. Cf. By my troth, most pleasant ! how both Dull. I said, the deer was not a baud crede; did fit it!

50'twas a pricket 7. Mar. A mark marvellous well not; for they Hol. Twice fod fimplicity, tis coetus !~0 thou both did hit it.

monster ignorance, how deformed dot thou look? Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A Naib. Sir, he hath never fed on the dainties mark, says my lady!

[may be.

that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, Let the mark have'a prick in't, to mete at, if it 55 as it were ; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! l'faith, your is not replenished; he is only an animal, only hand is out.

Jrensible in the duller parts : " A pun upon the word stile. 2 j.e. a little while ago. 3 Shooter here means fuitor. 4 i. e. the white mark at which archers took their aim. The pin was the wooden nail which upheld it. 5 Dr. Warburton says, that by Holofernes was designed a particular character, a pedant and a schoolmaster of our author's time, one John Florio, a teacher of the Italian tongue in London. A species of apple. ? A luck is the firft year, a farur; the second year, a pricket; the third year, a foreil; the fourth year, a Soare; the fifis year, a buck of the forji bead; the fixth year, a complear buck.

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And such barren plants are set before us, that wel the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and thankful fhould be

I am thankful for it. (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so

that do fructify in us more than he. may my parishioners; for their fons are well tuFor as it would ill become me to be vain, indif- stor’d by you, and their daughters profit very creet, or a fool,

greatly under you: you are a good member of the So were there a patch ' set on learning, to see him commonwealth. in a school :

Hol. Meherrie, if their sons be ingenious, they But, cmne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, thall want no instruction : if their daughters be 01.sny can brook tbe wearber, ibat love not the wind. 10 capable, I will put it to them: But, vir fapit, qui Dall. You two are book-men; Can you tell by pauca loquitur : a soul feminine faluteth us. your wit,

Enter Jaquinetia, and Cftard. What was a month old at Cain's birth, that 's not Jaq. God give you goud-morrow, master pas five weeks old as yet?

con. Hol

. Dictyona, good man Dull; Dictynna, good 15 Hd. Master parson,-quafi person. And if one man Dull.

thould be pierc'd, which is the one?
Dull. What is Dictynna ?

Cift. Marry, mafter schood-mafter, he that is
Narb. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. likest to a hogthead.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of
was no mort;

[five-score. 20 conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a fint, And raught not ? to five weeks, when he came to pearl enough for a fwine : 'tis pretty; it is well. The allufion holds in the exchange 3.

Jaq. Good master parfon, be so good as read me Dull. 'Tis true, indeed; the collufion holds in this letter : it was given me by Costard, and sent the exchange.

Ime from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it. Hel. God comfort thy capacity! I say the allu-25 Hol. Fauftis precor gelida quando pecus cete jub fion holds in the exchange.

umbra Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the ex Ruminat,and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan 5! change; for the moon is never but a month old : I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice; and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the

- Vinegia, Vinegia, princess killid.

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Cbi non te vide, ei non te pregia 6.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extempo Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth
fatal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to thee not, loves thee not, -Ui, rc, fol, la, mi, fa.

humour the ignorant, I have calld the deer the Under pardon, fir, what are the contents ? or, ra-
princess kill'd, a pricket.

ther as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses?
Nab. Pergs, good master Holofernes, perge ; 35 Nath. Ay, fir, and very learned.
to it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Hol. Let me hear a Itaff, a stanza, a verse ;
Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it

Lege, domine.
argues facility,

Naib. “ If love make me forsworn, how mall I
The praiseful princess piered and prick'd a pretty

swear to love?

(vow'd ! pieafing pricket;

« Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty
Scane say, a fire; bue not a fore, 'till now made " Though to myielf forsworn, to chce I'd faith-
fore with shooting :

[tbicket;
The deg: did yell; put L to fire, tben furel jumps from “ Thole thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like
Or prickery fort, or
elle forel, the people fall a

" ofiers bowed,
busting.

(Jure L +945** Study his biass leaves, and makes his book thine !! fere be forca tben L to fore makes fifty fores; 0

eyes ;

(comprehend: of ste jero I'an bundred make, by adding but one more L. “ Where all those pleasures live, that art would Naib. A rare talent!

* If knowledge be the mark, to know thee thall Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws

" suffice;

[commend : tim with a talent.

50% Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee 14. This is a gift that I have, fimple, simple; | All ignorant that toul, that sees thee without a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures,

« wonder;

admire) Shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, (" Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of }" Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his memory, nourished in the womb of pia matır, and 55 " dreadful thunder,

(fire.
delivered upon the mellowing of occasion : Bud " Which, not to anger bent, is musick, and sweet

'Patch here means a filly, foolish fellure. The term is supposed to have been adopted from a cele-
brated fool named Pack, and who wearing, perhaps in allusion to his name, a party-colour'd dress,
all stage fools have ever since been distinguish'd by a motley coat. 2 i. e, riace'd not. 3 i. e, the
riddle is as good when I use the name of Adam, as when you use the name of Cain. 4 Alluding to L
being the numeral for so. s Baptista Spagnolus (firamed Mantuanus, from the place of his birth)
was a writer of poems, who flourished towards the latter end of the 15th century. His Eclogues were
translated before the cime of Shallpeare. That is, "Q Venice, Venice, be who has never seen
then, has thee not in estees."

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