Him I (as my ever esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, car. riage, bearing, and estimation.

Đull. Me, an't shall please you ; I am Antony Dull.

King. For Jaquenetto, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforescid sæain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty.

Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this ?

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.

Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken with a damosel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.

Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir ; she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with @ maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.

King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence ; You shall fast a week with bran and water.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er.
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sword,

[Ere. King, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's bat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.“ Sirrah, come on,

Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir : for true it is, I was ta

ken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl ; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Another part of the same. ARMADO's Holise. Enter

ARMADO and Moth. Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy? Moth.

A great, sign, sir, that he will look sad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; 0) lord, sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ?

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ?
Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ?

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir ? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?

Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. Little pretty, because little : Wherefore apt !
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ?
Arm. In thy condign praise.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious ?
Moth. That an eel is quick.

(8] Imp was anciently a term of digoity: Lord Cromwell, in his last letter to Henry VIIL prays for the imp his son. It is not used only in contempt or abhorrence : perhaps in our author's time it was ambiguous, in which state it suits well with this dialogue. JOHNSON

The word literally means a graj, slip, scion, or sucker : and by metodymy comes to be used for a boy or child. The imp. his son, is no more than bis infant son. It is now set apart to signify young fiends; as the devil and his imps.

Dr. Johnson was mistaken in supposing this a word of diguity. It occurs in The History of Celestina the Faire, 1596: "-ihe gentleman had three sonues, sery ungracious impes, and of a wicked pature.” RITSOX.

[.Aside.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thou beatest my blood.

Moth. I am answered, sir.
Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him.

Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke. Moth. You

may

do it in an hour, sir. Arm. Impossible. Moth. How many is one thrice told ?

Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. 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 gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arin. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three.
Arm. True.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink : and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing-horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure !
Moth. To prove you a cypher.

Aside. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love : and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the bumour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid.Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love ?

Moth. Hercules, master. 19) Bankes's horst, which play'd many remarkable pranks. Sir Walter Raleigh (Hist. of the World, first pari, p. 178,) says : If Banks had lived in older times, be would have shamed all the enchanters in the world : for whosoever was most famous among them, could never master, or instruct any beast as he did his horse."

DR. GREY Among other exploits of this celebrated beast, it is said that he went up to the top of St. Paul's; and the same circumstance is likewise mentioned in The Guls Horn-booke, a satirical pamphlet by Decker, 1609. STEEVENS.

Ben Jonson hints at the unfortunate catastrophe of both man and horse, which I find happened at Rome, where to the disgrace of the age, of the country, and of humanity, they were burat by order of the pope, for magicians. See Dos Zara del Fogo, 1200. 1660. p. 114. REED.

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Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, dear boy, name more ; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Samson, master : he was a man of good carriage, great carriage ; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Samson ! strong-jointed Samson ! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too.--Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

Moth. A woman, master.
Arm. Of what complexion ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.
Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?
Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.

Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a green wit.
Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.

Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pretty, and
pathetical !
Moth. If she be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known;"
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this

you

shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,

Which native sbe doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white
and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three

ages
since :

: but, I think, now 'tis not to be
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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 digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational bind Costard; she deserves well,

Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love than my master.

(Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Arm. I say, sing. Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

Enter Dull, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Cos. tard safe : and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance ; but a' must fast three days a-week : For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid.
Jag. Man.
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jag. That's hereby.
Arm. I know where it is situate.
Jaq. Lord, how wise you are !
Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq. With that face?
Arm. I love thee.
Jaq. So I heard you say.
Arm. And so farewell.
Jaq. Fair weather after you !
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. (Ex. Doll and JAQ.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.

Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. (1) i. e. for the dairy-maid. “ Dairy, says Johnsop in bis Dictionary, is derived from day, an old word for milk. In the northern counties of Scotland, a dairy. moid is at present termed a day or dey,” Edinburgh Magasine, Nov. 1786.

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