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vafal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua fet 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, 10 base and obfcure vulgar!), videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame : he came, one ; faw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the King. Why did he come? to see. Why did he fee! to overcome.
To whom came he? to the beggar. What faw he? the beggar. Who overcame he? the beggar. The conclusion is vittory; on whose fide ? the King's; the captive is inrich’d: on whose side? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose fide? the King's : no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King, (for fo ftands the comparison); thou the beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowlinels. Shall I command thy lose? I may. Shall I inforce thy love? I could. Shall I intreat thy love? I will. What Malt thou exchange for rags ? robes; for tittles? titles : for thyself? me. Thus expecting 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. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Submishve 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 ere
while. Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in
Prin, Thou, fellow, a word:
thee this letter?
Coft. From my Lord Berown, a good master of mine,
away. Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day*
[Exit Princess attended.
Boyet. My Lady goes to kill horns : but if thou marry,
Rof. Well then, I ani the shooter.
Rof. If we chuse by horns, yourself; come not near.
brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now? Rof. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin 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 Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Rof. Thou can'ít not hit it, hit it, hit it;
(Singing Thou can'st not bit it, my good man.
Boyet. An' I cannot, cannot, cannot ; An' I cannot, another can,
[Exit. Ros. Coft. By my troth, most pleasant; how both did fit it. Mar. A mark marvellous well thot; 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 meet at, if it may
Mar. Wide o’th’baw-hand; i' faith, your hand is out.
An' if my hand be out, then, belike, your hand is in.
Exeunt all but Costard.
Enter Dull, Holofernes, and Sir Nathaniel. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. The deer was (as you know) fanguis, in blood; ripe as a pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo, the sky, the welkin, the heav'n; 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 leaft. But, Sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation; yet a kind of infinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication; facere, as it -were, replication; or rather, oftentare, to show, as it were, his inclination; after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or rathereft unconfirmed 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 fod simplicity, bis coctus ; O thou monfter Ignorance, how deformed doft thou look?
Nath. Sir, he hath never fed on 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 thanks
Cost. By my soul, a swain ; a mest simple clown! Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! O’my troth, most sweet jelts, molt in-cony vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely; as it were, fo fit. Armado o'th'one side, -O, a most dainty man; To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan. To see him kiss his hand, and how moft swcctly he will swear ; And his page o' r' other side, that handful of wit : Ah, heav'ns! it is a most pathetical nit.
(Exit. Costard. [Shooting with the
ful should be for those parts (which we taste and feel, ingradare ) 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 patch 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 your
wit, What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five
weeks old as yet? Hol. Dietynna, good-man Dull; Dietynna, good man Dull.
Dull. What is Dictynna ?
no more : And rought not to five weeks, when he came to five
score. Th’allufion 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.
Dull. And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old; and I say befide, that 'twas a pricket that the Princess kill'd.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and to humour, the ignorant, I have call’d the deer the Princess kill'd, a pricket.
Nath. Perge, good Master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate fcurrility.
Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility. The praiseful Princess pierc'd' and prickt
A pretty pleasing pricket;
Till now made fore with jhooting.
Then forel jumpt from thicket;
Or pricket fore, or else sorel,
The people fall a hooting..
Makes fifty fores of forel.
By adding but one more L.
Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.
Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, Thapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motioris, revolutions. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourish'd in the womb of pia mater, and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion; but the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners; for their fons are well tutor’d by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth.
Hol. Mebercle, if their fons be ingenuous, they fall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But vir fapit, qui pauca loquia, tur; a soul feminine saluteth us.
SCE N E III. Enter Jaquenetta, and Coftard.
Jaq. God give you good morrow, Master Parson * Good Master Parson, be so good as read me this letter;, it was given me by Coftard, and sent me from Don Armatho; I befeech you, read it. [Nath. reads to himself Hol. Fauste, precor, gelida quando pecus. omine sub
- Mafter Parson Hol. Master Parson, quafi Person. And if one should be pierce which is the one?
Coft. Marry, Master Schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogf. head.
Hol. Of piercing a fogshead, a good luftre of conceit in a turf of earth, fire enough for a fint, pearl enough for a swine :' 'Iis pretty, it is well. Jaq. Good Malter, er