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Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
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 fell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : Let me fee a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
ARM. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin?
MOTH. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
COST. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goofe that you bought; And he ended the market.
ARM. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a fhin?
MOTH. I will tell you fenfibly.
COST. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy :
I, Coftard, running out, that was fafely within,
ARM. We will talk no more of this matter.
ARM. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
ARM. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this: Bear this fignificant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration; [Giving him money.] for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit.
MOTH. Like the fequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu. COST. My fweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew! [Exit MOTH. Remuneration!
Now will I look to his 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 name than French crown, I will never buy and fell out of this
BIRON. O, my good knave Coftard! exceedingly well
COST. Pray you, fir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?
BIRON. What is a remuneration?
COST. Marry, fir, half-penny farthing.
BIRON. O, why then, three farthings worth of filk, Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! BIRON. O, stay, flave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.
COST. When would you have it done, fir?
COST. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well.
COST. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
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 Rofaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand fee thou do commend
This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go.
[Gives him money.
COST. Guerdon,-O fweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon !—I will do it, fir, in print.-Guerdon—remu
[Exit. BIRON. O! And I, forfooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous figh;
A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal fo magnificent!
Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!-
SCENE I. Another part of the fame.
Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BorET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forefter.
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, VOL. II. E
That we must ftand and play the murderer in?
PRIN, I thank my beauty, I am fair that fhoot,
FOR. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not fo. PRIN. What, what? first praise me, and again fay, no? O fhort-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
FOR. Yes, madam, fair.
PRIN. Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow,
[Giving him money,
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
A giving hand, though foul, fhall have fair praise.—
When, for fame's fake, for praise, an outward part,
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
BOYET. Do not curft wives hold that felf-fovereignty
Only for praife' fake, when they ftrive to be