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Scene II. LABOUR'S LOST. 171
Arm. Pretty, and apt.
Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my way.
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Act I. rd Biron see him deliver'd o'er. o we, lords, to put in practice that Thich each to other hath so strongly sworn.
[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. on. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, hese oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. , come on. 5. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I ken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of pro
! Affliction may one day smile again, and till Sit thee down, sorrow!
other part of the same. Armado's house.
Enter Armado and Moth. 2. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great rows melancholy? h. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. 2. Why, sadness is one and the self-same dear imp. h. No, no; O lord, sir, no. 3. How canst thou part sadness and melan. my tender juvenal*? h. By a familiar demonstration of the work. y tough senior. 2. Why tough senior? why tough senior? h. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvena 1. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent con, appertaining to thy young days, which y nominate tender. h. And I, tough sevior, as an appertinent tiyour old time, which we may name tough.
* A young man.
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou
Moth. I am answered, sir,
Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much the
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study?
..The name of a coin once current.
Arm. Pretty, and apt. · Moth. How mean you, sir? I pret ing apt? or I apt, and my saying pre
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. Little pretty, because litt apt?
Arm. And therefore apt, because
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in a heatest my blood.
Moth. I am answered, sir.
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary not him
Arm. I have promised to study th the duke.
Moth. You may do it in an hour, s
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitte a tapster.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a
Arm, I confess both; they are bo of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure you know gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm. It doth amount to one more
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a pie Now here is three studied, ere you'll and how easy it is to put years to the and study three years in two words, horse will tell you.
* The name of a coin once cur
most fine figure!
[Aside. vill hereupon confess, I am in love: and, for a soldier to love, so am I in love with ch. If drawing my sword against the hu. ection would deliver me from the reproit of it, I would take desire prisoner, and to any French courtier for a new devised think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great een in love? ercules, master, ost sweet Hercules! More authority, ime more; and, sweet my child, let them ood repute and carriage. amson, master: he was a man of good reat carriage; for he carried the town. ; back, like a porter: and he was in love. well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samxcel thee in my rapier, as much as thou
carrying gates. I am in love too, Who i's love, my dear Moth? woman, master. what complexion? f all the four, or the three, or the two; e four. Il me precisely of what complexion. f the sea-water green, sir. that one of the four complexions? s I have read, sir; and the best of them
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue,
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pretty
Her faults will ne'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown: · Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owes.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, bog, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of such a bellad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm, I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digressiont by some mighty pre cedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard she deserves well.
Moth. To be whipped; and get a better love than my master.
(Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirits grow heavy in love, Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light
'een, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but love of that colour, methinks, Samson reason for it. He, surely, affected her
Arm. I say, sing.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.
was so, sir; for she had a green wit. love is most immaculate white and red. fost maculate thoughits, master, are der such colours. fine, define, well-educated infagt.
Of which she is naturally possessed. + 'Transgression,
Moth. My father's wit, and my mo assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child and pathetical! Moth. If she be made of white and
Her faults will ne'er be known; For blusliing cheeks by faults are
And fears by pale-white shown:
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owe. A davgerous rhyme, master, against white and red.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of some three ages since: but, I think, n be found; or, if it were, it would nei the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have the subject newly I may example my digressiont by soin cedent. Boy, I do love that countr took in the park with the rational hind deserves well.
Moth. To be whipped; and yet a be my master.
Arm. Sing, boy; my spirits grow h
Moth. And that's great marvel,
Arm. I say, sing.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaqu Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, ti Costard safe: and you must let him ta por no penance; but a' mast fast three
Of which she is naturally poss + Transgression,
Act I. lamsel, I must keep her at the park; she is for the day-woman*. Fare you well. I do betray myself with blushing--Maid. lan, I will visit thee at the lodge. That's hereby. I know where it is situate. word, how wise you are ! I will tell thee wonders, Vith that face? I love thee. o I heard you say. And so farewell. 'air weather after you! Come, Jaquenetta, away.
[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere ardoned. : Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do Il stomach. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
am more bound to you, than your fellows, are but lightly rewarded. Take away this villain; shut him up. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, be.
Scene II. LABOUR'S LOST.
Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by the foot which is basest, doth tread. I shall be for wote (which is a great argument of falsehood), if I love: and how can that be true love, which is falsely at tempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-sliaftt is too hard for llercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier, The first, and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! Tust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love, yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of riyme, for. I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit: write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
SCENE I. Another part of the same. A pavilion
and tents at a distance,
No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou
Well, if ever I do see the merry days of dem hat I have seen, some shall seem
What shall some see? Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they 1. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in ds; and, therefore, I will say nothing: 1 d, I have as little patience as another man; refore, I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and Costard
Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Ka.
tharine, Boget, Lords, and other attendants.
Arrow to shoot at butts with.