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. —be to me, and every man that dares not fight!
King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humor to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air ; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? Åbout the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when. Now for the ground which ; which, I mean, I walked upon ; it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen
the ebon-colored ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest. But to the place where. It standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,
King.-sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established, proclaimed edict and continent canon, with— with, with—but with this I passion to say wherewith,
Cost. With a wench.
King.-with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have
1 Ancient gardens abounded with knots or figures, of which the lines intersected each other. In the old books of gardening are devices for them.
? i. e. the contemptible little object that contributes to thy ertertainment.
sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.
Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull.
King: -For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.
King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this ?
Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.
King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.
Cost. I was taken with none, sir. I was taken with a damosel.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir ; she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, virgin.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity. I was taken with a maid. King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir.
King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence ; You shall fast a week with bran and water.
Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My lord Birón, see him delivered o'er. And go we, lords, to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.
[Exeunt King, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These vaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.Sirrah, come on.
Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore, welcome the sour cup of prospetity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, sit thee down, sorrow !
SCENE II. Another part of the same.
Enter ARMADO and Moth.
Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no.
Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ? 2
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior. Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ? Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ?
Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.
Arm. Pretty, and apt.
Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
1 Imp literally means a graft, slip, scion, or sucker; and by metonymy is used for a child or boy. Cromwell, in his last letter to Henry VIII. prays for the imp his son.
2. i. e. youth.
Moth. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers.
Moth. I am answered, sir.
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
[Aside. Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.
Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.
Arm. I confess both ; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink; and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse 2
will tell you.
Arm. A most fine figure !
[ Aside. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love; and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humor of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort me, boy. What great men have been in love?
1 By crosses he means money. Many coins were anciently marked with a cross on one side.
2 This alludes to the celebrated bay horse Morocco, belonging to one Bankes, who exhibited his docile and sagacious animal through Europe. Many of his remarkable pranks are mentioned by contemporary writers; and he is alluded to by numbers besides Shakspeare.
Moth. Hercules, master.
Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
Moth. Samson, master. He was a man of good carriage, great carriage! For he carried the towngates on his back, like a porter; and he was in love.
Arm. 0 well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too.-Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth ?
Moth. A woman, master.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Arm. Green, indeed, is the color of lovers ; but to have a love of that color, methinks Samson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit. .
Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colors.
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pretty, and pathetical !