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King. Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us is haunted

cause to climb in the merriness. With a refined traveller of Spain;

Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning A man in all the world's new fashion planted, Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:

the manner. One, whom the music of his own vain tongue

Biron. In what manner ? Doth ravish like enchanting harmony;

Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all A man of complements, whom right and wrong those three: I was seen with her in the manor Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:

house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

following her into the park; which, put together, For interim to our studies, shall relate

is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for In high-born words the worth of many a knight the manner, it is the manner of a man to speak to From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. a woman; for the form,-in some form. How you delight, my lords, I know not, I,

Biron. For the following, sir ? But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

God defend the right! Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,

King. Will you hear this letter with attention ? A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Biron. As we would hear an oracle. Long. Costard, the swain, and he shall be our Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken sport;

after the flesh. And so to study, three years is but short.

King. (Reads.] “Great deputy, the welkin's viceEnter Dull, with a letter, and CostaRD.

gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's

earth's God, and body's fostering patron," Dull. Which is the duke's own person?

Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. Biron. This, fellow. What would'st ?

King. So it is," Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I Cost. It may be so; but if he say it is so, he is, am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his in telling true, but so, own person in flesh and blood.

King. Peace! Biron. This is he.

Cost. —be to me, and every man that dares not Dull. Signior Arm-Arm-commends you. fight. There's villainy abroad; this letter will tell you King. No words.

Cost. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you. Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching King. “So it is, besieged with sable-coloured

melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. humour to the most wholesome physic of thy

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook God for high words.

myself to walk. The time when ? About the sixth Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and us patience!

men sit down to that nourishment which is called Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing?

supper. So much for the time when. Now for Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh mode the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: rately; or to forbear both.

it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where;

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woman.

apt?

where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true most preposterous event, that draweth from my girl; and, therefore, welcome the sour cup of prossnow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here perity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest. But then, set thee down, sorrow!

[Ereunt. to the place, where :-it standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious SCENE II.-ARMADO's House in the Park. knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,"

Enter ARMADO and Moth, his Page. Cost. Me.

Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great King. “—that unletter'd small-knowing soul,” spirit grows melancholy? Cost. Me.

Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. King. "—that shallow vassal,"

Arm. Why? sadness is one and the self-same Cost. Still me.

thing, dear imp. King. “—which, as I remember, hight Costard," Moth. No, no; O lord! sir, no, Cost. O! me.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melanKing. "_sorted and consorted, contrary to thy choly, my tender juvenal ? established proclaimed edict and continent canon, Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, with-with, -0! with—but with this I passion to my tough senior. say wherewith.”

Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Cost. With a wench.

Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal? King. “—with a child of our grandmother Eve, Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which we

Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks | may nominate tender. me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony

to your

old time, which we may name tough. Dull

, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and Arm. Pretty, and apt. estimation."

Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my Dull. Me, an't shall please you: I am Antony saying apt; or I apt, and my saying pretty ? Dull.

Arm. Thou pretty, because little. King. “For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Moh. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore called,) which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain, I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? trial. Thine, in all complements of devoted and Arm. In thy condign praise. heart-burning heat of duty,

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. " Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO."

Arm. What, that an eel is ingenious ?

Moth. That an eel is quick. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers. Thou the best that ever I heard.

heatest my blood. King. Ay, the best for the worst.—But, sirrah, Moth. I am answered, sir. what say you to this?

Arm. I love not to be crossed. Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.

Moth. (Aside.) He speaks the mere contrary: King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

crosses love not him ? Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but Arm. I have promised to study three years with little of the marking of it.

the duke. King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir. to be taken with a wench.

Arm. Impossible. Cost. I was taken with none, sir: I was taken Moth. How many is one thrice told? with a damsel.

Arm. I am ill at reckoning: it fitteth the spirit of King. Well, it was proclaimed damsel.

a tapster. Cost. This was no damsel neither, sir: she was Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. a virgin.

Arm. I confess both : they are both the varnish King. It is so varied, too, for it was proclaimed of a complete man. virgin.

Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to. with a maid.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.

Arm. True. King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? shall fast a week with bran and water.

Now, here is three studied ere you'll thrice wink; Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and and how easy it is to put years to the word three, porridge.

and study three years in two words, the dancing horse King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.- | will tell you. My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er:

Arm. A most fine figure! And go we, lords, to put in practice that

Moth. [Aside.] To prove you a cypher. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. Arm. I will hereupon confess I am in love ; and,

[Exeunt King, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE. as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, a base wench. If drawing my sword against the hu

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. mour of affection would deliver me from the reproSirrah, come on.

bate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I ransom him to any French courtier for a new de

vised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks, I Moth. Forbear till this company be past. should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy. What

Enter Dull, Costard, and JAQUENETTA. great men have been in love? Moth. Hercules, master.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them nor no penance: but a' must fast three days a week. be men of good repute and carriage.

For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she Moth. Samson, master : he was a man of good is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid. on his back, like a porter, and he was in love.

Jaq. Man. Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Sam Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge, Sop! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou Jaq. That's hereby. didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who Arm. I know where it is situate. was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Arm. Or what complexion ?

Jaq. With that face? Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or Arm. I love thee. one of the four.

Jaq. So I heard you say. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion. Arm. And so farewell. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Jaq. Fair weather after you! Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?

Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away. Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them

[Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. too.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but thou be pardoned. to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her | it on a full stomach. wit.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. It was so, sir, for she had a green wit. Cost. I am more bound to you than your fellows,

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and for they are but lightly rewarded. red.

Arm. Take away this villain : shut him up. Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask Moth. Come, you transgressing slave: away! ed under such colours.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

being loose. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose; thou assist me!

shalt to prison. Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of and pathetical!

desolation that I have seen, some shall see

1 Moth. If she be made of white and red,

Moth. What shall some see?
Her faults will ne'er be known;

Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent And fears by pale-white shown :

in their words; and therefore I will say nothing: Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

I thank God I have as little patience as another man, By this you shall not know;

and therefore I can be quiet. For still her cheeks possess the same,

[Exeunt Moth and CostARD. Which native she doth owe.

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, white and red.

which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love; the Beggar ?

and how can that be true love, which is falsely Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad attempted ? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: some three ages since, but, I think, now 'tis not to there is no evil angel but love. Yet was Samson so be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for tempted, and he had an excellent strength: yet was the writing, nor the tune.

Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, that I may example my digression by some mighty and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I The first and second cause will not serve my turn; took in the park with the rational hind Costard: she the passado he respects not, the duello he regards deserves well.

not: his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory Moth. [Aside.] To be whipped; and yet a better is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be love than my master.

still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he Arm. Sing, boy: my spirit grows heavy in love. loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme,

Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnets. Devise wit, wench.

write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. Arm. I say, sing.

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SCENE I.—Another part o; the Park. A Pavilion A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; and Tents at a distance.

Well fitted in arts; glorious in arms: Enter the Princess of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,

Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants.

If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; spirits.

Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills Consider whom the king your father sends, It should none spare that come within his power. To whom he sends, and what's his embassy :

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so! Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, Mar. They say so most that most his humours To parley with the sole inheritor

know. Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight

grow. Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.

Who are the rest ? Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

Kath. The young Dumaine, a well-accomplish'd As nature was in making graces dear,

youth, When she did starve the general world beside, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : And prodigally gave them all to you.

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, mean,

And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: I saw him at the duke Alençon's once;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

And much too little of that good I saw
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. Is my report to his great worthiness.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,

Rós. Another of these students at that time Than you much willing to be counted wise Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, In spending your wit in the praise of mine.

Biron they call him; but a merrier man, But now to task the tasker.-Good Boyet,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, His eye begets occasion for his wit;
Till painful study shall out-wear three years, For every object that the one doth catch,
No woman may approach his silent court:

The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Therefore to us seem'th it a needful course,

Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Before we enter his forbidden gates,

Delivers in such apt and gracious words, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,

That aged ears play truant at his tales, Bold of your worthiness, we single you

And younger hearings are quite ravished, As our best moving fair solicitor.

So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love, On serious business, craving quick despatch, That every one her own hath garnished Importunes personal conference with his grace. With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Haste, signify so much; while we attend,

Lord. Here comes Boyet. Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will.

Re-enter Boyer. Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

Erit. Prin.

Now, what admittance, lord ? Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

And he, and his competitors in oath, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, 1 Lord. Longaville is one.

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, Prin.

Know you the man? He rather means to lodge you in the field, Mar. I know him, madam: at a marriage feast, Like one that comes here to besiege his court, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized

To let you enter his unpeopled house. In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.

Here comes Navarre.

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Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE, Biron, and Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Attendants.

Biron. What time o' day?
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Navarre.

Biron. Now fair befal your mask!
Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
1 bave not yet: the roof of this court is too high to Biron. And send you many lovers!
be yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base Ros. Amen, so you be none.
to be mine.

Biron. Nay, then will I begone. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my King. Madam, your father here doth intimate court.

The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Prin. I will be welcome then. Conduct me Being but the one half of an entire sum, thither.

Disbursed by my father in his wars.
King. Hear me, dear lady: I have sworn an oath. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)
Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Receiv'd that sum, yet there remains unpaid
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
else.

Although not valued to the money's worth.
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. If, then, the king your father will restore
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But that one half which is unsatisfied,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. We will give up our right in Aquitain,
I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,

But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
And sin to break it.

For here he doth demand to have id But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold :

An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,

To have his title live in Aquitain; And suddenly resolve me in my suit,

Which we much rather had depart withal, [Gives a paper.

And have the money by our father lent,
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Than Aquitain, so gelded as it is.
Prin. You will the sooner that I were away, Dear princess, were not his requests so far
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. From reason's yielding, your fair self should make

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? A yielding, 'gainst some reason in my breast,
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? And go well satisfied to France again.
you

Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong,
How needless was it, then, And wrong the reputation of your name,

In so unseeming to confess receipt
You must not be so quick. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you, that spur me with such King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
questions.

And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Or yield up Aquitain.
'twill tire.

Prin.

We arrest your word.

did.

Biron. I know

Ros.
To ask the question !

Biron.

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