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And much too little of that good I saw, SCENE I.- Another part of the same. A Pavilion and
Is my report, to his great worthiness. Tents at a distance. Enter he Princess of France,
Ros. Another of these students at that time Rosalix, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other
Was there with him : if I have heard a truth, Attendants.
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal :
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every obiect that the ove doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-woving jest;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger bearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; When she did starve the general world beside,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Re-enter Boyet. Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Prin. Now, what admittance, lord ? Not ritter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues :
Boyct. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; I am las proud to hear you tell my worth,
And he, and his competitors in oath, Thas you much willing to be counted wise
We all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, La sening your wit in the praise of mine.
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, But now to task the tasker.-Good Boyet,
He rather means to lodge you in the field, You are not ignorant, all-telling fame,
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Deth mise abroarl, Navarre hath made a vow,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Til painful study shall out-wear three years,
To let you enter his unpeopled house. No woman may approach his silent court:
Here comes Navarre.
[The ladies mask. Treefort to its stemeth it a netilful course,
Enter King. Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendo Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf,
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of NaBeld of your worthiness, we single you As our best-moring fair solicitor:
Prin. Fair, I give you back agnin ; and, welcome I Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be Od xrious business, craving quick despatch,
yours ; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be louportunes personal conference with his grace. mine. Hasti, signify so much; ubile we attend,
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my comt. Like baumble visag'd suitors his high will.
Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. Bayet. Proud of employnient, willingly I go. (Exit. King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
Prir. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
King. Not for the world, fair madam, hy my will. That are vow-fellows with this vir u sus duke?
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing 1 Lord. Longaville is one.
Know you the man? King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Ne, I know him, madam ; at a marriage feast, Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Of Jaqnes Falconbridge solemnized,
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: ha Normandy, saw I this Longaville:
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, fan of sovereign parts he is estcem'd ;
And sin to break it: Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms :
But pardon me, I am ton sudden-bold; Nattung becomes him ill, that he would well. To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil.)
And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gires a paper, Is a sharp wit mateh'd with too blunt a will;
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
How needless was it then Kak. The young Dumain, a well accomplishd To ask the question ! youth,
You must not be so quick. Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd:
Ros. "Tis 'long of you that spur me with such queso Hast power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
tions. Fer be bath wit, to make an ill shape good,
Biron. Your wit's too bot, it speeds tou fast, 'twin And shape ta win grace though he had no wit.
tire. 1 saw him at the duke Alencou's once ;
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Ros. My physie says, I.
same? Boyet. The heir of Alencon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well.
[Exit. Lon. I beseech you, a word; What is she in the
white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the
light. Lon. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her
Biron. What time o’day?
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
We arrest your word :-
Satisfy me so.
King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness : You may not come, fair princess, in my gates ; But here without you shall be so receivid, As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own gond thoughts excuse me, and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every place!
[Eacunt King and his Train, Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Ras. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you 'heard it groan.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,
were a shame.
Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
Lon. Nay, my choler is ended.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [E.rit Lon.
[E.rit Biron.-Ladies immazk.
And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his
word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board Mar. Two hot sheeps, marty! Boyet.
And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finisk
the jest? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her. Mar.
Not so, gentle beast: My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles
agree: The civil war of wits were much better used On Navnrre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies, By the heart's still rhetore, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
As jewels in erystal for some prince to buy;
Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and without, Who tend'ring their own worth, from where they upon the instant: By heart you love her, because your Wert glass d.,
heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, be Did point you to buy them, along as you pass Ul. cause your heart is in love with her; and out of heart Hk fao:'s own margent did quote such amazes, you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enThat alles saw his eyes enchanted with gazes :
joy her. Til give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
Arm. I am all these three. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothPrin Cowe, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos d ing at all. Boyet. But to sp ak that in words, which his eye árm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a hath diselos d :
letter. I only have made a mouth of his eye,
Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse to be By adding a congue which I know will not lie.
embassador for an ass ! Res. Thou art an old love-nonger, and speak'st skil Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? fully,
Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the Mer. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of horse, for he is very slow-gajted: But I go.
Arm. The way is but short ; away. Røs. Then was Venus like her mother; for her fa Moth. As swift as lead, sir. ther is but grim.
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? Baget. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?
Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no. Bye.
What then, do you see? Arm. I say, lead is slow. Rei. Ay, our way to be gone.
You are too swift, sir, to say so : Enya You are too bard for me. (Exeunt. Is that lea: slow which is fir'd from a gun?
Arm. Sweet sunoke of rhetoric!
He reputes me a cannon ; and the ballet, that's he :-*
I shoot thee at the swain.
Thump then, and I flee. [E.rit. SCENE I-Anether part of the same. Enter Armado
Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of and Moth.
By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: WARBLE, child; make passionate my sense of Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. bearing.
My herald is return'd. Muth. Concolinel
Re-enter Moth and Costard. Ára. Shett air !-Go, tenderness of years ; take Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him in a shin. Eestiwatiły hither; I must employ him in a letter to Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy len
voy ;-begin. M-th. Master, will you win your love with a French Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in
the mail, sir: 0 sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; no Arn. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French? l'envoy, no l'enroy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! Nah No, my complete master: but to jig off a Arm. By virtue, thou enforeest laughter ; thy silly tute at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, thought, my spleen: the heaving of my lungs provoker humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh a note, me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my stars ! and sing a note; soinetime through the throat, as if Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the you allowed love with singing love; sometime word l'envoy, for a salve? tarsagh the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smell. Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'eRUGY ing love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop a salve? of your eyes ; with your arms crossed on your thin bel Arm. No, Page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to b doubkt, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
make plain sair pocket, like a man after the old painting; and Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain krep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: I will example it : These are complements, these are humours these be The fox, the ape, and the humble-bec, tray nice Wenches-that would be betrayed without Were still at odds, being but three. these ; and make them men of note, (do you note, men ?) There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. that most are affeeted to these.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy : Say the moral again. Árn. How hast thou purchased this experience? Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-boe, Moth By my penny of observation.
Were still at odds, being but three, Arm, But 0,-but 0,-
Moth. Until the goose came out of door, Mathe - The hobby-horse is forgot.
And stay'd the odds by adding four. Arte, Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with Math. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and
my l'envoy. your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, For love?
Were still at odds, being but three: Arn. Almost I had.
Arm. Until the goose came out of door, Mil Nigligent student ! learn her by heart.
Staying the odds by adding four. Arn. By heart, and in heart, boy.
Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three I Would you desire more?
Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain; a goose, Ara, What wilt thou prove?
that's flat :
Sir, pour pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
(Gives him money. gument begin?
Cost. Guerdon,- sweet guertlon! better than reMoth. By saying, that a Costard was broken in a muneration; eleven-jence farthing better : Most. shin.
sweet guerilon !-I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
[Erit. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came your Biron. 0!-And I, forsooth, in love! 1, that have argument in;
been love's whip; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; And he ended the market.
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken A domineering pedant o'er the boy, in a shin?
Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth ; I will speak This senior-junior, giant-lwarf, Dan Cupid; that l'envoy :
Regest of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Fell over the threshold, and broke ny shin.
Leige of all loiterers and malcontents, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Dread prince of plackets
, king of codpieccs,' Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Sole imperator, and great general
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at lib What? 1! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! erty, enfretdoming thy person; thou wert immured, A woman, that is like a Gerinan clook, restrained, captivated, bound.
Still a repairing; ever out of frame ; Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purga | And never going aright, being a watch, tion, and let me loose.
Bat being watch'd that it may still go right? Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; | Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:
And, among three, to love the worst of all; Bear this significant to the country-maid Jaquenetta : A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, there is remuneration ; [Giving him money.) for the
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my depend- || Ay, and, by beaven, one that will do the deed, ents. Moth, follow.
[Exit. | Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, adieu.
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my in-cony
To pray for her! Go to ; it is a plague Jew! [E rit Moth.]-Now will I look to his remurera That Cupid will impose for my neglect tion. Remuneration ! O, that's the Latin word for
of his almighty dreadful little might. three farthings: three farthings-remuneration. Well, I will love, write, sigti, pray, sue, and groan; What's the price of this inkle: a penny :-No, I'll give Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [E.xita you a remuneration : why, it carries il.–Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this worti.
SCENE 1.- Another part of the same. Enter the Prin
cess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, AtCost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may tendants, and a Forester. a man buy for a remuneration ?
Princess. Biron. What is a remuneration ?
WAS that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Cost. Marry, sir, half-pemmy fartlung.
Against the steep uprising of the hill ? Biron. O, why then, the-arthings-worth of silk. Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show da mounting mind. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
-Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch ; As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
On Saturday we will return to France. Do one thing for ine that I shall entrrat.
- Thun), forester, my friend, where is the bush, Cost. When would you have it donc, sir?
That we must stand and play the murderer in? Biron. O, this alternoon.
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice ; Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well.
A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. Biron. Ott:ou knowost not what it is.
Prin. I thank my lxauty, I am fair that sboot, Cost. I shall kilow, sir, when I have done it,
And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.
For. Panion nie, madam, for I meant not so. Cost. I will come to your worship tomorrow morn Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say : ing:
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, O short-liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe! it is but this ;
For. Tes, madam, fair. The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
Nay, never paint me now; And in her train there is a gentle lady;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. When toogues speak sweetly, then they name her Here, good my glass, take this for telling true ; name,
[Giving him moneya
I told you; my
Fair payment for fonl words is more than due. rags ? 1 obes; For tittles, titles ; For thyself, me. Thus,
Fer. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. erpecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy Set, my Prin. See, ste, my beauty will be savd by merit. eyes on thy picture, and my heart on ihy overy part. O beresy in air, fit for these days !
Thine, in the dearest design of industry. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise
Don Adriano d. Armado. But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,
Thus dost thou hear the Nerean lion roar And shooting well is then accounted ill.
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standi-st as his prey ; Thus will I save my en dit in the shoot :
Submissive fall his princely feet brfore, Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ;
And he from torage will incline to play :
But if thou strive, poor soul, what irt thoa then
Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Glory grows guilty of detested erimes;
this letter? When for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, What vape? what' weather.cock ? did you ever hear We bend to that the working of the heart :
better? As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the The poor deer's blood, that my heart ineans no ill.
style. Beget. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Prin. Else your memory is bad, going our itere Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
while. Lords o'er their lords?
Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford
in court ; To any lady that subdues a lord.
A phantasın, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
To the prince and his book-mates.
Thou, fellow, a word : Prin. Here comes a member of the common-wealth.
Who gave thee this letter? Coet. God dig-you-kım all! Pray you, which is the Costa
lord. Izadi lady?
Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it ? Prir. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that Cos!.
From my lorid to my hady. have no heads.
Prin. From which lord, to which lady? Cast. Whieb is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Cost. From my lord Biron, a guoi master of mine, Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
To a lady of Fmnce, that he call'd Rosaline. Cert. The thickest, and the tallest ! it is so ; truth Prin. Thou hast mistakes his liter.-Come, lords, is truth.
away.An Four waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
Here, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another day. One of these maid's girdles for your waist should be fit.
[Exit Princess and Train. Are not you the chiefwomanyou are the thickest here?
Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ? Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will ?
Shall I teach you to know? Cest. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty, lady Rosaline.
Why, she that bears the bow. Priti. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
Finely put off! of mine :
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry. Srand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you c.a carve ; Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Break up this eapon.
Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
And who is your derr? It is writ to Jaquenetta.
Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come near. • We will read it, I swear : Finely put on inderd !Break the neck of the wax, and every one give car. Mar. You still wrangle with her, Poyet, and she Borset. (Reads. ] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most
strikes at the brow. fallible ; true, that thou art beauteous ; truth itself, Boyet. But she herself is hit lower : Have I hit her that thou art lovely : More fairer than fair, beautiful
now? than hemsteous; truer than truth itself, have commis Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that trdien on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, Inait allustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the perni- || as touching the hit it? tous and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was Boyci. So I may answer thee with one as old, that that might rigidly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anat was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was 4 Farise in the vulgar, (o base and obscure vulgar!) little wench, as touching the hit it. Félelieit, he came, saw, and overcame : he came, one ; Ros. Thou canst not hit il, hit il, hit it, [Singing. 81720, tivo; overrame, three. Who came the king ;
Thou canst not hit, my good man. It hy did he come? to see ; Why did he see: to orer. Boyct. sin I cannot, cannot, cannot, este : To whom came he ? to the beggar ; What saw
An I cannot, another can. he? the beggar ; Who overcome he : the beggar : The
[E1eunt Ros, and Kath. conclusion is virtory; On whose side ? he king's : the Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both dulfit it! rastire is enrich'd ; On whase side ? the beggar's ; Mar. A mark marvellous weil shot ; for they both The catastrophe is a nuptial; on whast side? the king's ?
did hit it. -0, en buth in one, or one in both. I am the king; for Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark, 30 stanrls the emparison : thou the beggar ; for so wil.
says my lady! teweth 'kri luapliness. Shall I comnand thy lore: I Let the mark have a prick in't, to me te at, if it may be. Doy : Shall I enforce thy love : I could : Shall I en Mar. Wide y' the bow liand! I'faith, your hand is trend the love? I will. Wint shalt thou erchange for