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S CE NE II.
Re-enter Moth and Coftard *.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance ; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:
- and Costard. Moth. A wonder, Master; here's a Costard broken in a sin. Arm. Some enigma, fome riddle; come, thy l'envoy begin.
Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy ; no salve in the male, Sir. Sir, plantan, a plain plantan; envoy,
no l' envoy, or salve, sir, but plantan.
Arm. By virtue, thou enforceft laughter ; thy silly thought, my
envoy a salve!
Moth. I will add the l' envoy ; say the moral again.
Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble bee,
Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
Coft. The boy hath Told him a bargain ; a goose, that's flat;
Arm. Come hither, come hither;
Moth. By saying, that a Coftard was broken in a shin,
Cost. True, and I for a plantan ;
Arm. But tell me, how was there a Costard broken in a fhin?
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
bear this fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta ; there is remuneration ; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.
[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu !
[Exit. Coft. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony jewel! 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 incle ? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration !—why, it is a fairer name than a French crown. I will never buy and fell out of this word.
Biron. O my good knave Costard, exceedingly well
Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Biron. O stay, slave, I must employ thee :
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir ?
Coft. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Coft: 0, marry me to one Francis ; I smell some l'envoy, fome goose in this.
Arm. By my sweet foul, I mean, setting thee at liberty; enfreedoning thy person; thou wert immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let Arm. I give, &c.
Coft. I will come to your Worship to
Coft. Guerdon, sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better : most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remuperation.
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
S CE N E
A pavilion in the park near the palace.
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Lords,
attendants, and a Forester. Prin. W AS that the King that spurr'd his horse fo WA
hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ? Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting mind. Well, Lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch ; On Saturday we will return to France. Then, Forefter, 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 ftand, where you may make the fairest shoot *.
the faireft 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, then again fay, no? o fort-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for wo!
For. Yes, Madam, fair.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be fav’d by merit.
Boyet. Here comes a member of the commonwealtht. Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one La
dy Rosaline. Prin. Othy letter, thy letter : he's a good friend
Boyet. I am bound to serve.
Prin. We will read it, I swear.
that thou art beauteous ; truth itself; that thou art lovely; more fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself; have commiseration on thy heroical And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; When for fame's fake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curs’d wives hold that self-lovereignty
Prin. Only for praise ; and praise we may afford
Enter Costard. Boyet. Here comes, &c. + commonwealth.
Cost. God dig you-den all; pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Coft. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Cost. The thickest and the tallest; it is fo, truth is truth.
Prin. What's your will, Sir? what's your will!
* Meaning the letter, as poulet in French signifies both a chicken and a love-letter.