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Scene I. LABOUR'S LOST,
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

Exeunt King and hóa Train,
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own

- heart.
Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations ; I would
be glad to see it.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan,
Ros. Is the fool sick?
Biron. Sick at heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My physick says, I'.
Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No poyntt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
Biron, I cannot stay thanksgiving. Retiring.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that

LOVE'S

Act II. indred thousand crowns; and not demands, payment of a hundred thousand crowns, lave his title live in Aquitain; ich we much rather had depart* withal, I have the money by our father lent, n Aquitain so gelded as it is. s princess, were not his requests so far m reason's yielding, your fair self should make ielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, I go well satisfied to France again. rin. You do the king my father too much wrong,

wrong the reputation of your name, io unseeming to confess receipt ihat which hath so faithfully been paid. ing. I do protest, I never heard of it; 1, if you prove it, I'll repay it back, yield up Aquitain. rin.

We arrest your word: yet, you can produce acquittances, such a sum, from special officers Charles his father. king. . . Satisfy me so. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, ere that and other specialities are bound; morrow you shall have a sight of them. : Ting. It shall suffice me: at which interview,

liberal reason I will yield unto. + an time, receive such welcome at my hand, honour, without breach of honour, may ke tender of to thy true worthiness : u may not come, fair princess, in my gates; t here without you shall be so receiv'd, you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, ough so denied fair harbour in my house. ur own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell i morrow shall we visit you again. Drin. Sweet health and fair desires consort you

grace!

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Long. I beseech yon a word; What is she in the

white?
Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw lier in

the light.
Long. Perchance, light in the light: I des

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name.

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire

that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended,
She is a most sweet lady.

Part.

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King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every

(Ereunt King and his T Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my

beart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I be glad to see it.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan,
Ros. Is the fool sick?,
Biron, Sick at heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My physick says, I.
Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No poyntt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
Biron, I cannot stay thanksgiving. Ret
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady i

same?
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her n
Dum. A gallavt lady! Monsieur, fare you

Long, I beseech you a word; What is she

white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw )

the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desii

name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to

that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended:
She is an heir of Falconbridge. I

Long. Nay, my choler is ended. Sbe is a most sweet lady.

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To:)LOVE'S

Act IT t. Not unlike, sir; that may be.

(Exit Long. 2. What's her name, in the cap? t. Katharine, by good hap. n. Is she wedded, or no? t. To her will, sir, or so. 2. You are welcome, sir; adieu! 4. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

[Erit Biron.-Ladies unmask. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; 'ord with him but a jest.

And every jest but a word. It was well done of you to take him at his word. FC 5. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board.! Two hot sheeps, marry!

And wherefore not ships? p, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the jest?.12 :. So you grant pasture for me.

[Offering to kiss her.

Not so, gentle beast; are no common though several they be. · Belonging to whom?

To my fortunes and me. Good wits will be jangling : but, gentles, agree: 3 I war of wits were much better used irre and his book-men : for bere 'tis abused. · If my observation (which very seldom, lies), eart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, me not now, Navarre is infected. With what? With that which we lovers entitle, affected.

Scene I. LABOUR'S LOST. 183

Prin. Your reason?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their

relire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed,
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with baste in his eye-sight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in chrystal for somie prince to buy;
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they

were glass'd,
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss,

Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye

hath disclos'd:
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st

skilfully.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news

of him.
Ros, Then was Venus like her mother; for her

father is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar.

No.
Boyet.

What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet.

You are too hard for me,

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libble, several signified unenclosed lands.

Prin. Your reason?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make ti

retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire
His heart, like an agate, with your print impres
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed,
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in chrystal for sonie prince to bny;
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where tl

were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. His face's own margent did quote such amazes, That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his e

hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will vot lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak

skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns nev

of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for h

father is but grim. Boyct. Do you hear, my mad wenches? Mar.

. No. Boyet.

What then, do you see Ros. Ay, our way to be gone, Boyet.

You are too hard for mi

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ACT III. SCENE I. Another part of the same.

Enter Armado and Moth. Irm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense

of hearing Moth. Concolinel

Singing 1rm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take 3 key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him tinatelyt hither; I must employ him in a letter to

love. Moth. Master, will you win your love with a inch brawlt ? Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French ! Hoth. No, my complete master: but to jig off a le at the tongue's end, canaryf to it with your t, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh note, and sing a note; sometime through the 'oat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; netime through the nose, as if you snuffed up 'e by smelling love; with your hat penthouse.ike r the shop of your eyes; with your ar your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; your hands in your pocket, like a man after the I painting; and keep not too long in one tune, ta snip and away: These are complements, these ! humours; these betray nice wepches that uld be betrayed without these : and make them n of note (do you note, men ?) that most are at: ted to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?

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Moth. By my penny of observation,
Arm. But 0,-but0,-
Moth. --the hobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?

Noth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love?

Arm. Almost I had.
Moth Negligent student! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three
I will prove.

Arm. What wilt thou prove!

Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love hier, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.

Arm. I am all these three.

Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all!

Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me

a letter.

Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be embassador for an ass!

Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon
the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: But I go.

Arm. The way is but short; away.
Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, master,

no.

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Hastily.

A kind of dance. : Canary was the name of a spritely dance.

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