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MOTH. No, no; O lord, fir, no.

ARM. How can't thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal?

MOTH. By a familiar demonftration of the working, my tough fenior.

ARM. Why tough fenior? why tough senior?

MOTH. Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal ? ARM. I fpoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

MOTH. And I, tough fenior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

ARM. Pretty, and apt.

MOTн. How mean you, fir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?

ARM. Thou pretty, becaufe little.

MOTH. Little pretty, because little : Wherefore apt?

ARM. And therefore apt, because quick.

MOTH. Speak you this in my praise, master?

ARM. In thy condign praise.

MOTH. I will praise an eel with the fame praife.

ARM. What? that an eel is ingenious?

MOTн. That an eel is quick.

ARM. I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou heat'st my blood.

MOTH. I am anfwer'd, fir.

ARM. I love not to be crofs'd.

MOTн. He speaks the mere contrary, croffes love not him. [Afide. ARM. I have promised to study three years with the duke. MOTH. You may do it in an hour, fir.

ARM. Impoffible.

MOTH. How many is one thrice told?

ARM. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapfter.

MOTH. You are a gentleman, and a gamefter, fir.

ARM. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.

MOTн. Then, I am fure, you know how much the grofs fum of deuce-ace amounts to.

ARM. It doth amount to one more than two.

MOTH. Which the bafe vulgar do call, three.
ARM. True.

MOTH. Why, fir, is this fuch a piece of study? Now here is three ftudied, ere you'll thrice wink and how easy is it to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you. ARM. A moft fine figure! MOTH. To prove you a cypher.

[Afide. ARM. I will hereupon confefs, I am in love: and, as it is bafe for a foldier to love, fo I am in love with a base wench. If drawing my fword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take defire prifoner, and ranfom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd court'fy. I think scorn to figh; methinks, I fhould out-fwear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?

MOTH. Hercules, master.

ARM. Moft fweet Hercules More authority, dear boy, name more; and, fweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

MOTH. Sampson, master: he was a man of good car riage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

ARM. O well-knit Sampfon! ftrong-jointed Sampfon! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me

in carrying gates. I am in love too.-Who was Sampfon's love, my dear Moth?

MOTH. A woman, master.

ARM. Of what complexion?

MOTH. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

ARM. Tell me precifely of what complexion?

MOTH. Of the fea-water green, fir.

ARM. Is that one of the four complexions?

MOTH. As I have read, fir; and the best of them too. ARM. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampfon had small reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit.

MOTH. It was fo, fir; for fhe had a green wit.

ARM. My love is most immaculate white and red. MOTH. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, are mask'd under fuch colours.

ARM. Define, define, well-educated infant.

MOTH. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, affift me!

ARM. Sweet invocation of a child; moft pretty, and pathetical!

MOTH. If the be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known;

For blufhing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:

Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you fhall not know;

For ftill her cheeks poffefs the fame,

Which native fhe doth owe.

A dangerous rhime, mafter, against the reason of white and red.

ARM. Is there not a ballad, boy, ofthe King and the Beggar?

MOTH. The world was very guilty of fuch a ballad fome three ages fince: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither ferve for the writing, nor the tune.

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ARM. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that

may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deferves well.

MOTH. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master.

[Afide.

ARM. Sing, boy; my fpirit grows heavy in love. MOTH. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. ARM. I fay, fing.

MOTH. Forbear till this company be past.

Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. DULL. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Coftard safe and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' muft faft three days a-week: For this damfel, I must keep her at the park; fhe is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

ARM. I do betray myself with blushing.—Maid.
F42. Man.

ARM. I will visit thee at the lodge.

742. That's hereby.

ARM. I know where it is fituate.

F42. Lord, how wife you are!

ARM. I will tell thee wonders.

F42. With that face?

ARM. I love thee.

F42. So I heard you say.

ARM. And fo farewell.

F42. Fair weather after you!

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DULL. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt DULL and FAQUENETTA. ARM. Villain, thou fhalt faft for thy offences, ere thou

be pardoned.

COST. Well, fir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach.

ARM. Thou fhalt be heavily punished.

COST. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.

ARM. Take away this villain; fhut him up.

MOTH. Come, you tranfgreffing flave; away.

COST. Let me not be pent up, fir; I will fast, being loofe.

MOTH. No, fir; that were faft and loofe: thou shalt to prifon.

Cost. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, some shall fee

MOTH. What fhall fome fee?

COST. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too filent in their words; and, therefore, I will fay nothing: I thank God, I have as little patience as another man; and, therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt MOTH and CoSTARD.

ARM. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is bafeft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, (which is a great argument of falfhood,) if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falfely attempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampfon was fo tempted; and he had an excellent ftrength yet was Solomon fo feduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-fhaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's VOL. II.

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