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Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos’dBoyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd :

260 I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st

skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news

of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her fa

ther is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar. No.
Boyet. What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for ine.



The Park; near the Palace. Enter ARMADO, and

ΜοΥΗ. .

Armado. WARBLE, child; make passionate my sense of

hearing. Moth. Concolinel

[Singing. Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years ; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither; I must employ him in a letter to

my love.


Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl ?

8 Arm. How mean’st thou ? brawling in French ?

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids ; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with singing love ; sometime through the nose, as if you



love by smelling love ; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes ; with your arms cross'd on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting ; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches--that would be betray'd without these ; and make the men of note (do you note men!) that are most affected to these.

24 Arm. How hast thou purchas'd this experience ? Moth. By my penny of observation. Arm. But 0,-buto Moth. --the hobby-horse is forgot. Arm. Call'st thou my love, hobby-horse ?

Moth. No, Master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney.

But have you forgot your love

Arm. Almost I had.
Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

35 Moth.

Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three I will prove.

Arm. What wilt thou prove ?

Moth. A man, if I live ; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant : By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her : in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.

Arm. I am all these three.

Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.

Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me a letter.

49 Moth. A message well sympathis’d; a horse to be embassador for an ass!

Arm. Ha, ha? what sayest thou?

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.

Arm. The way is but short; away.
Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow ?
Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master,

no. Arm. I say, lead is slow.

60 Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so : Is that lead slow, which is fir'd from a gun ? Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!


He reputes me a cannon ; and the bullet, that's he :
I shoot thee at the swain.
Moth. Thump then, and I flee.

[Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of

grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy

face : Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.


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Re-enter Moth, and COSTARD..

Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard broken

in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle ; come, -thy

l'envoy ;-begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the male, Sir : O Sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, or salve, Sir, but a plantain !

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs, provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my. stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve ?

82 Moch. Doth the wise think them other is not l'envoy a salve? Arm. No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain


Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it :

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy ; Say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, 91

Were still at odds, being but three ;. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

Staying the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.

The fox, the ape, and the humble bee,

Were still at odds, being but three : Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you desire inore? Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose,

that's flat:Sir, your penny-worth 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 a shin, Then call'd

for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; thus came your argument in:






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