Then call'd for the l'envoy. you Cos. True, and I for a plantain; thus came your argument in : Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin? Moth. I will tell you sensibly. Cos. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy. · I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. Cos. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this. Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta there is remuneration; [giving him money.] for the best ward of mine honor is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu. Cos. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony 1 Jew![Exit Moth. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings-remuneration.—'What's the price of this inkle ? ' — A penny.'-' No, I'll give you a remuneration.' Why, it carries it.-Remuneration! -why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter BIRON. Bir. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. Cos. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Bir. What is a remuneration? Cos. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. Bir. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. Cos. Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well. • Delightful. 2 An inkle was a narrow fillet of tape. Bir. Why, villain, thou must know first. Cos. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Bir. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this : The princess comes to hunt here in the park, When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; Cos. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better. Most sweet guerdon!—I will do it, sir, in print.—Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. Bir. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh; 3 This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; 1 Reward. Hooded, veiled. 2 With the utmost exactness. Dread prince of plackets,1 king of cod-pieces, Of trotting paritors,2-0, my little heart! And wear his colors like a tumbler's hoop! 3 With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan : Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit. 1 Petticoats. Officers of the bishop's court who serve citations. ACT IV. SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KÁTHARINE, 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? Boy. 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. Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot; And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no? O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe! Prin. Nay, never paint me now: Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; [giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. |