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Prin. I thank my beauly, I am fail
And thereupon thou speak'st, the fai

For, Pardon me, madam, for I me
Prin. What, what? first praise me

no?
O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack

For. Yea, madam, fair.
Prin.

Nay, never

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop?
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing ; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her: Go to ; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and somie Joan.

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Where fair is not, praise cannot menc
Here, good my glass, take this for tel

(Givi
Fair payment for foul words is more

For. Nothing but fair is that whic

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall h
But come, the bow -Now mercy
And shooting well is then accoun
Thus will I save my credit in the
Not wounding, pity would not le
If wounding, then it was to show
That more for praise, thau purpc
And, out of question, so it is sot
Glory grows guilty of detested
When, for fame's sake, for prais
We bend to that the working of
As I, for praise alone, now see
The poor deer's blood, that my
Boyet.

Do not curst wives hold
Only for praise' sake, when the
Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise; and
To any lady that subdues a loro

ACT IV.

SCENE 1. Another part of the same.

Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine,

Boyet, Lords, attendants, and a Forester.

Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse

so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting

mind.
Well, lords, to day we shall have our despatch;
On Saturday we will return to France
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in?

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice ;
A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.

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Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair th And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant
Prin. What, what? first praise me, and

no ?
O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for

For. Yea, madam, fair.
Prin.

Nay, never pain Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the Here, good my glass, take this for telling

[Giving his Fair payment for foul words is more than

For. Nothing but fair is that which you

Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fais But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do'r If wounding, then it was to show my skill. That more for praise, than purpose, niean And, out of question, so it is sometimes ; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outw We bend to that the working of the heart = As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart mea

Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sc Only for praise' sake, when they strive to Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise: and praise wer To any lady that subdues a lord.

Enter Costard.

Prin. Here comes a member of the comm

Cost. God dig-you-den* all! Pray you, the head lady?

• God give you good even.

king's: the cuptide is enrichd; Or
beggar's; The catustrophe is a no
side? the king's?-no, on both E
both. I am the king; for so stand
thou the beggar ; for so witness
Shall I command thy love? Imaz,
thy love? I could: Shall I entr
will. What shalt thou erchange.
For tittles, titles: For thyself, me
ing thy reply, I profane my lips
eyes on thy picture, and my hea

part.

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so ? truth

is truth.
An your waist, mistresst, were as slender as my wit,
One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be

fit. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest

here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's

your

will? Cost. I have a letter froin monsieur Biron, to one

lady Rosaline.
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend

of mine:
Stand aside, good bearer.--Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon*.
Boyet.

I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth noue here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.
Prin.

We will read it, I swear:
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.

Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous ; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustratet king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggur Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veui, vidi, vici; which to ana. tomize in the oulgar (obase and obscure vulgar!), videlicet, hecame, saw, and overcame: hecame, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came ? the king! Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome : To whom came he? tothe beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he ? the beggar: The conclusion is dictory; On whose side ? the

Thine, in the deatest de

Don Ac
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, thatst
Submissive fall his princely feet

And he from forage will iuclis
But if thou strive, poor soul, w
Food for his rage, repasture for
Prin. What plume of feathie

this letter?
What vane? what weather.coc

better?
Boyet. I am much deceived

style.
Prin. Else your memory is

while,
Boyet. This Armado is a

here in court;
A phantasm, a Monarcho, an
To the prince, and his book-n

Prin.
Who gave thee this letter?

Cost.
Prin. To whom should'st t
Cost.

From
Prin. From which lord, to

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king's: the captide is enrich'd ; Ore
beggar's; The catastrophe is a nu
side ? the king's ?-no, on both in
both. I am the king; for so stands
thou the beggar; for so witnesse
Shall I command thy Love? I may:
thy love? I could: Shall I entre
will. What shalt thou erchange f
For tittles, titles: For thyself, me.
ing thy reply, I profane my lips
eyes on thy picture, and my hear
part.
Thine, in the dearest desig

Don Adria
Tbus dost thou hear the Nemean lio

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that stand Submissive fall his princely feet befo

And he from forage will incline to But if thou strive, poor soul, what a Food for his rage, repasture for his Prin. What plume of feathers is

this letter? What vạne? what weather.cock ? die

better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but

style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, E

while*.
Boyet. This Armado is a Spania

here in court;
A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one ti
To the prince, and his book-mates.
Prin.

Thou, f
Who gave thee this letter?

Cost.
Prin. To whom should'st thou giv
Cost.

From my lo
Prin. From which lord, to which I

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ther day. ad Train. uitor?

Boyet. A mark! 0, mark but that what's

says my lady!
Let the mark liave a prick in't, to mete a

be.
Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith y

out.
Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or

hit the clout.
Boyet. An if my hand be out, then,

hand is in.
Cost. Then will she get the upshot

to know?

che bow.

at, if thou

the pin.

Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily

miscarry.

grow foul.

Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks

lenge her to bowl.
Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Go

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Cost. By my soul a swain! a most Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have O'my troth, most sweet jests! most

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et, and she

Have I hit

wit!

When it comes so smoothly off, so

old saging,

were, so fit,

cance was a

one as old, r of Britain

Armatho o' the one side,-0, a most
To see him walk before a lady, and
To see bim kiss his hand! and how

will swear!
And his page o' t'other side, that b
Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical
Sola, Sola!

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