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Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be
fat. To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and
loose : Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this
argument begin? Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus câme
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.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth ; I will speak that l'envoy:1, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :-) sinell some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.
Cosť. 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 honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. (Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard,
Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony? 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 náme than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
Enter Biron. Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly well met.
Cost. 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?
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this ;The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lady; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her
name, And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon ;l go.
(Gives him money. Cost. Guerdon,-0 sweet guerdon! better than remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : Most sweet guerdon I will do it, sir, in print. 2_ Guerdon-remuneration.
(Exit. Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! This whimpled, 3 whining, purblind, wayward boy ; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid ; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets, 4 king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general Of trotting paritors,5_0 my little heart! And I to be a corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing ; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right? Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; And, among three, to love the worst of all; A wbitely wanton with a velvet brow, With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; Ay, and, by beaven, one that will do the deed, Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
(1) Reward. (2) With the utmost exactness. (3) Hooded, veiled. (4) Petticoats.
(5) The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
ACT IV. SCENE I.-Another part of the same. Enter
the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, 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 ? Boyet. 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 O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for wo!
For. Yea, madam, fair.
Nay, never paint me pow; 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. For. Nothing but fair is that which
inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise..
Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the 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.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be
fit. Are not you the chief woman! you are the thickest
here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will ? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one