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Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
of mine :
I am bound to serve.-
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, th thou art lovely : More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate2 king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame : he came, 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? to the beggar; What saw he? the beggar; IVho overcame he.? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On whose side ? the king's—no, on both in one, or one in hoth. I am the king ; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar ; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love?" I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes ; For tittles, titles: For thyself, me, Thus, erpecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part Thine, in the dearest design of industry.
Don Adriano de Armado. (1) Open this letter. (2) Illustrious.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey ; Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited
this letter? What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear
better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember
the style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it
erewhile. 1 Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps
here in court; A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the prince, and his book-mates. Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word : Who gave
thee this letter? Cost.
I told you; my lorck Prin. To whom should'st thou give it? Cost.
From my lord to my lady. Prin. From which lord, to which lady? Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,
lords, away: Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day.
[Exit Princess and Train. Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? Ros.
Shall I teach you to know? Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty. Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off! Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou
marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
(1) Just now.
Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
And who is your deer?
she strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit
her now? Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. T'hou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. (Singing.
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
[Ereunt Ros. and Kath. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did
fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they
both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A
mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may
be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand
is out. Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er
hit the clout. Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your
hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving
the pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips
Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; chal
lenge her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl.
(Exeunt Boyet and Maria. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a 'most sinple cłown! Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! O’my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar
wit! When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
were, so fit. Armatho o' the one side,--0, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly
a' will swear! And his page o' l'other side, that handful of wit! Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Sota, sola!
(Exit Costard, running. SCENE II.-The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir
Nathaniel, and Dull. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the wel.. kin, the heaven; and anon, falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,--the soil, the land, the earth.
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, hard credo.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explica. tion; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, os.. tentare, to show as it were, his inclination,--after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon.
(1) A species of apple.
firmed fashion—to insert again my haud credo for a deer,
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricket.
Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !-0 thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts
that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
or a fool, So, were there a patchl set on learning, to see him
in a school: But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook' the weather, that love not the
wind. Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not
five weeks old as yet? Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good
man Dull. * Dull. What is Dictynna? Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam
was no more ; And raught not to five weeks, when he came to
five score. The allusion holds in the exchange.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed ; the collusion holds in the exchange.
Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.
(1) A low fellow. (2) Reached