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That every one her own hath garnished

Although not valued to the money's worth. 'With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?

If then the king your father will restore Mar. Here comes Boyet.

But that one half which is unsatisfied,

We will give up our right in Aquitain,
Re-enter Boyet.

And hold fair friendship with his majesty.

Now, what admittance, lord ? But that, it seems, he little purposeth, Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; For here he doth demand to have repaid And he, and his competitors in oath,

An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, To have his title live in Aquitain; He rather means to lodge you in the field,

Which we much rather had depart withal, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) And have the money by our father lent, Than seek a dispensation for his oath,

Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. To let you enter his unpeopled house.

Dear princess, were not his requests so far Here comes Navarre.

[The Ladies mask.

From reason's yielding, your fair self should

make Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, Biron, and

A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, Attendants.

And go well satisfied to France again. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Prin. You do the king my father too much Navarre.

Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome And wrong the reputation of your name,
I have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to In so unseeming to confess receipt
be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base Of that which hath so ithfully been paid.
to be mine.

King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. Or yield up Aquitain.
l'ing. Hear me, dear lady ; I have sworn an oath.


We arrest your word : Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Boyet, you can produce acquittances, k’ing. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. For such a sum, from special officers Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing Of Charles his father. else.


Satisfy me so. king. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,

Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Where that and other specialties are bound ;
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping : To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, And sin to break it:

All liberal reason I will yield unto. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;

Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

As honour, without breach of honour, may Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, Make tender of to thy true worthiness : And suddenly resolve me in my suit. (Gives a paper. You may not come, fair princess, in my gates ; King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

But here without you shall be so receiv'd, Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; As

you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Though so denied fair harbour in my house.

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell :
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? To-morrow shail we visit you again.
Biron. I know


Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
How needless was it then

grace! To ask the question !

king. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Biron. You must not be so quick.

(Ereunt King and his train. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own questions.

heart. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would 'twill tire.

be glad to see it. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan. Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. Is the fool sick ? Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Biron. Sick at heart. Biron. Now fair befall your mask !

Ros. Alack, let it blood. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Biron. Would that do it good ? Biron. And send you many lovers !

Ros. My physick says, I. Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Ros. No poynt, with my knife. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Biron. Now, God save thy life! The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;

Ros. And yours from long living! Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.

Retiring. Disbursed by my father in his wars.

Dum. Sir,

pray you, a word: What lady is But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

that same? Receiv'd that sum ; yet there remains unpaid

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. A hundred thousand more ; in surety of the which, Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. One part of Aquitain is bound to us,



Long. I beseeh you & word; What is she in the The civil war of wits were much better used white ?

On Navarre and his book-men ; for here 'tis abused. Boyet. A woman sometimes, an vou saw her in Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) the light.

By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Long. Perchance, light in the light : I desire her Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what? Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. that, were a shame.

Prin. Your reason. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

retire Long. God's blessing on your beard !

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :

His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : Long. Nay, my choler is ended.

His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, She is a most sweet lady.

Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ; Boyet. Not unlike, sir ; that may be. (Ext Long. All senses to that sense did make their repair, Biron. What's her name, in the cap?

To feel only looking on fairest of fair : Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.

Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Biron. Is she wedded, or no?

As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.

Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they Biron. You are welcome, sir ; adieu !

were glass'd, Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.

(Erit Biron. - Ladies unmask. His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : Not a word with him but a jest.

I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Boyet.

And every jest but a word. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd-word.

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to

hath disclos'd : board.

I only have made a mouth of his eye, Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry !

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Boyet.

And wherefore not ships ? Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

skilfully. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture ; Shall that finish Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news the jest?

of him. Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her [Offering to kiss her.

father is but grim. Mar.

Not so, gentle beast; Boyer. Do you hear, my mad wenches? My lips are no common, though several they be. Mar.

No. Boyet. Belonging to whom?


What then, do you see? Mar.

To my fortunes and me. Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but; gentles, Boyet.

You are too hard for me. agree :




my love.

SCENE I. - Another part of the same. on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; Enter ARMADO and Morh.

or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the

old painting ; and keep not too long in one tune, Arm. Warble, child ; make passionate my sense but a snip and away: These are complements, these of hearing.

humours ; these betray nice wenches - that Moth. Concolinel

(Singing. would be betrayed without these ; and make them Arm. Sweet air !- Go, tenderness of years ! take men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are af. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him fected to these. festinately hither ; I must employ him in a letter to Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?

Moth. By my penny of observation.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Arm. But 0, but 0-
French brawl ?

Moth. the hobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French ? Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids ; you forgot your love ? sigh a note, and sing a note ; sometime through the Arm. Almost I had. throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love ; Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. love by smelling love; with your hat penthouselike, Voth. And out of heart, master : all those three o'er the shop of your eyes ; with your arms crossed | I will prove.

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Arm. What will enou prive?

Joth. A good l'envoy, ending in the guose; Molh. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and Would you desire more ? without, upon the instant: By lwart you love her, Cost. The boy liath sold him a bargain, a goose, because your heart cannot come by ber: in heart

that's flat : you love her, because your heart is in love with her; Sir, your permyworth is good, an your goose be fat.and out of heart you love her, being out of heart To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose: that you cannot enjoy her.

Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose, Arm. I am all these three.

Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this Moth. And three times as much more, and yet

argument begin? nothing at all.

Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me Then call'd you for the l'envoy. a letter.

Cust. True, and I for a plantain : Thus came Moth. A message well sympathized; a horse to

your argument in; be embassador for an ass !

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ?

And he ended the market. Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.

broken in a shin? Arm. The way is but short; away.

Moth. I will tell you sensibly. Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?

speak that l'envoy. Iswot lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow ?

I, Costard, running out, that was safely within.
Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no. Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm. I say, lead is slow.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.

You are too swift, sir, to say so: Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?

Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!

Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;- I smell
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:- some l'envoy, some goose, in this.
I shoot thee at the swain.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at

Thump then, and I flee. liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert im

[Erit. mured, restrained, captivated, bound. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgrace!

gation, and let me loose. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durface:

ance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. but this : Bear this significant to the country maid My herald is return'd.

Jaquenetta: there is remuneration ; [giving him

money.] for the best ward of mine honour, is, reRe-enter Moth and COSTARD.

warding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Erit. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken Moth. Like the sequel, I. - Signior Costard, in a shin.

adieu. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle : come, thy Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony l'envoy; — begin.


[Exit Motii. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve

Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunein the mail, sir : 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; ration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ! three farthings - remuneration. - What's the price

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly of this inkle ? a penny :- No, I'll give you a remuthought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs pro- neration : why, it carries it. Remuneration ! vokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, never buy and sell out of this word. and the word, l'envoy, for a salve ? Moth. Do the wise think them other ? is not

Enter Biron. l'envoy a salve ?

Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceedingly
Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to well met.
make plain

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. may a man buy for a remuneration ?
I will example it :

Biron. What is a remuneration ?
The fox, the ape,
and the humble-bee,

Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk There's the moral : Now the l'envoy.

Cost. I thank your worship : God be with you ! Moth. I will add the l'envoy: say the moral again. Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee : Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Were still at odds, being but three :

Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

Cost. When would you have it done, sir? And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Biron. O, this afternoon. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. with my l'envoy.

Biron, 0, thou knowest not what it is. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Were still at odds, being but three :

Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Staying the odds by adding four.


Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, | Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, slare, it is but this;

Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces.
The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Sole imperator, and great general
And in her to win there is a gentle lady;

Of trotting paritors, O my little heart ! When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her And I to be a corporal of his field, name,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! And Rosaline they call her : ask for her ;

What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! And to her white hand see thou do commend A woman, that is like a German clock, This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. Still a repairing ; ever out of frame;

(Gives him money. And never going aright, being a watch, Cost. Guerdon, - O sweet guerdon! better than But being watch'd that it may still go right? remuneration ; eleven-pence farthing better : Most Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; sweet guerdon! - I will do it, sir, in print. - And, among three, to love the worst of all; Guerdon - remuneration.

(Erit. A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, Biron. 0!- And I, forsooth, in love! Ì, that With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ; have been love's whip;

Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, A very beadle to a humorous sigh

Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : A critick; nay, a night-watch constable ;

And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! A domineering pedant o'er the boy,

To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague Than whom no mortal so magnificent !

That Cupid will impose for my neglect This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy ; Of his almighty dreadful little might. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid : Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan ; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,



SCENE I. – Another part of the same. Enter the Princess, ROSALINE, Maria, KATHARINE,

BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
Prin. Was th: 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

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?

When, for fame's sake, 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 curst wives hold that self-sove-

Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?

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 common-

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?
Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.
Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth

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

lady Rosaline.
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter ; he's a good friend

of mine :
Stand aside, good bearer. - Boyet, you can carve ;
Break up this capon.

I am bound to serve. —
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

We will read it, I swear :
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
Boyet. (Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair


O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe!

For. Yes, madam, fair.

Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;

(Gwing him money, Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

For. Nothing but fair is that which you 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. -
But come, the bow : - Now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill,
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't ;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill.
And, out of question, so it is sometimes ;
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;


The mag.

the pin.

is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous; truth Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself : cone itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, henutiful than beauteous ; truer than truth itself, have Finely put on, indeed! commiseration on thy heroical vassal !

Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she nunimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye

strikes at the b»row. upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelo- Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit phon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni,

her now? vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in the rulyar, (O base Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and that was a man when king Pepin of France was a overcame : he came, one ; saw, tuo; overcame, three. little boy, as touching the hit it? Who came? the king; Why did he come ? to see ; Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, Why did he see? to overcome : To whom came he ? that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain to the beggar; What saw he ? the beggar; Who over- was a little wench, as touching the hit it. came he ? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On Ros. Thou canst nut hit it, hit it, hit it, (Singing. whose side ? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On

Thou canst not hit it, my good man. whose side? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a nup- Boyel. An I cannot, cannot, cannot, tial : On whose side? The king's ?

- no, on both in

An I cannot, another can. one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stanuls the

[Ereunt Ros. and KATH. comparison : thou the beggar ; for so witnesseth thy Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall

fit it! I enforce thy love? I could : Shall I entreat thy Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags?

both did hit it. robes; For titiles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my

mark, says my lady! eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! l'faith your hand Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO.

is out.

Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll be'er Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar

hit the clout. 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey ; Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your Submissive fall his princely feet before,

hand is in. And he from forage will incline to play:

Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited this letter?

Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir ; chalWhat vane? what weather-cock? did you ever hear

lenge her to bowl. better?

Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the

my good owl. (Exeunt Boyet and MARIA. style.

Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! erewhile.

O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps

wit! here in court;

When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it A phantasm, a Monareho, and one that makes sport

were, so fit. To the prince, and his book-mates.

Armatho o' the one side, - 0, a most dainty man! Prin.

Thou, fellow, a word : To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! Who gave thee this letter ?

To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' Cost. I told you; my lord.

will swear! Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?

And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit ! Cost.

From my lord to my lady. | Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit ! Prin. From which lord, to which lady?

Sola, sola!

[Shouting within. Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of

[Exit CostARD, running. mine; To a lady of France, that he call’d Rosaline.


The same. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords,

Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DuLL. away. Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in

(Erit Princess and train. the testimony of a good conscience. Boyet. Who is the suitor ? who is the suitor ? Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, Ros. Shall I teach you to know?

blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a Buyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

jewel in the ear of colo, the sky, the welkin, the Ros.

Why, she that bears the bow. heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of Finely put off!

terra, the soil, the land, the earth. Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are marry,

sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Finely put on!

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.

Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricker. Boget.

And who is your deer? Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of

grow foul.

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