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Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, rapier. The first and second cause will not serve which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but And how can that be true love, which is falsely his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valor! rust,

attempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; 4 is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god

tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volwit. Cupid's butt-shatt' is too hard for Hercules' umes in folio.



SCENE 1.— A Pavilion, and Tents at a distance. I Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Enter the Princess of France, Rosa LINE, MA- It should none spare that come within his power.

Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills RIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other At

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is’t so? tendants.

Mar. They say so most, that most his humors Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest

know. spirits :

Prin. Such short-liv’d wits do wither as they grow. Consider who the king your father sends;

Who are the rest? To whom he sends; and what's his embassy : Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,

youth, To parley with the sole inheritor

Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, Than Aquitain; a dowry for a queen.

And shape to win grace though he had no wit. Be now as prodigal of all dear


I saw him at the duke Alençon's once;
As nature was in making graces dear.

And much too little of that good I saw,
When she did starve the general world beside, Is my report to his great worthiness.
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, mean,

Birón they call him ; but a merrier man,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;

Within the limit of becoming mirth,
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, I never spent an hour's talk withal :
Not uiter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: His eye begets occasion for his wit;
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, For every object that the one doth catch,
Than you much willing to be counted wise The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;
In spending your wit in the praise of mine. Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
But now to task the tasker.-Good Boyet,

Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

That aged ears play truant at his tales,
Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow, And younger hearings are quite ravished;
Till painful study shall out-wear three years, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
No woman may approach his silent court:

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course, That every one her own hath garnished
Before we enter his forbidden gates,

With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? To know his pleasure; and, in that behalf,

Mar. Here comes Boyet. Bold of your worthiness, we single you

Re-enter BOYET. As our best-moving fair solicitor:


Now, what admittance, lord ? Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Boyet. Navarre hath notice of your fair approach;

And he, and his competitors' in oath, Impórtunes personal conference with his grace.

Were all address’d to meet you, gentle lady, Haste, signify so much; while we attend, Like humble-visag’d suitors, his high will.

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt,

He rather means to lodge you in the field, Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) [Exit

. Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

To let you enter his unpeopled house.

Here comes Navarre. That are row-fellows with this virtuous duke?

[The ladies mask. 1 Lord. Longaville is one.

Enter King, LONGAVILLE, Dumain, Binon, and Prin. Know you the man?

Atlendants. Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir

Navarre. Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized,

Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome In Normandy saw I this Longaville :

I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms:

to be mine. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,

Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me (lf virtue’s gloss will stain with any soil,)

thither. ? Love. 3 Arrow to shoot at butts with,

* Confederates.

• Prepared. L

King. Hear me, dear lady;I have sworn an oath. King

Satisfy me so. Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

come, Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing Where that and other specialties are bound; else.

To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview,

Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping: As honor, without breach of honor, may "Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, Make tender of to thy true worthiness: And sin to break it:

You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;

But here without, you shall be so receivd, To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, 'Though so denied fair harbor in my house. And suddenly resolve me in my suit. (Gives a paper. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:

King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay.

grace! Biron. Did not Idance with you in Brabant once? King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

[Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. I know you did.

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own Ros.

How needless was it then heart. To ask the question !

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would Biron. You must not be so quick.

be glad to see it. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such Biron. I would, you heard it groan. questions.

Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill Biron. Sick at heart. tire.

Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. Would that do it good ?
Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. My physic says, I.'
Ros. The hour that fools shall ask.

Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye? Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Ros. No poynt," with my knife. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Biron. Now, God save thy life! Biron. And send you many lovers!

Ros. And yours from ng living! Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

that same? The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid

the white? A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

the light. Although not valued to the money's worth.

Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied,

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire We will give up our right in Aquitain,

that, were a shame. And hold fair friendship with his majesty.

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
For here he doth demand to have repaid

Long. Gou's blessing on your beard!
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Boyet. Good sir, be not offended:
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, She is an heir of Falconbridge.
To have his title live in Aquitain;

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
Which we much rather had departs withal, She is a most sweet lady.
And have the money by our father lent,

Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit Long. Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Dear princess, were not his requests so far

Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Biron. Is she wedded or no?
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
And go well satisfied to France again.

Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.
And wrong the reputation of your name,

[Exit Birov.-Ladies unmask. In so unseeming to confess receipt

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Not a word with him but a jest. King. I do protest, I never heard of it;


And every jest but a word. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Or yield up Aquitain.

his word. Prin.

We arrest your word:- Boyet. I was willing to grapple, as he was to Boyet, you can produce acquittances,

board. For such a sum, from special officers

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! Of Charles his father. 6 Part.

* Ay, yes. • A French particle of negation.




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And wherefore not ships! To feel only looking on fairest of fair: No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that fin- As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; ish the jest?

Who, tendering their own worth, from where they Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

were glass'd, (Offering to kiss her. Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. Mar.

Not so, gentle beast; | His face's own margent did quote such amazes, My lips are no common, though several® they be. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes: Boyet. Belonging to whom?

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

To my fortunes and me. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos’dagree;

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his The civil war of wits were much better used

eye hath disclos'd: On Navarre and his book-men; for here'tis abused. I only have made a mouth of his eye, Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. lies,)

Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,

skilfully. Dereive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news Prin. With what?

of him. Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Prin. Your reason?

father is but grim. Boyet. Why all his behaviors did make their retire Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: Mar.

No. His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Boyet.

What then, do you sec? Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed: Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. His tongue all impatient to speak and not see, Boyet.

You are too hard for me. Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be ;

[Exeunt. All senses to that sense did make their repair,


SCENE I.— The Park, near the Palace. Arm. Almost I had.
Enter ARMADO and More.

Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.

Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three of hearing.

I will prove. Moth. Concolinel

[Singing. Arm. What will that prove? Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, festinately' hither; I must employ him in a letter because your heart cannot come by her: in heart to my love.

you love her, because your heart is in love with Moth. Master, will you win your love with a her: and out of heart you love her, being out of French brawl ?

heart that you cannot enjoy her. Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French ? Arm. I am all these three.

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off Moth. And three times as much more, and yet a tune at the tongue's end, canary: to it with your nothing at all. feet, humor it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a note, and sing a note; sometime through the

a letter. throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up be ambassador for an ass! love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on the horse, for he is very slow gaited: But I go. a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man Arm. The way is but short; away. after the old painting; and keep not too long in Moth. As swift as lead, sir. one tune, but a snip and away: These are com Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? plements, these are humors; these betray nice Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? wenches—that would be betrayed without these; Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, master no. and make them men of note (do you note, men ?) Arm. I say, lead is slow. that are most affected to these.


You are too swift, sir, to say so: Arn. How hast thou purchased this experience? Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? Moth. By my penny of observation.

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric: Arm. But 0,—but 0,–

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:Moth-the hobby-horse is forgot.

I shoot thee at the swain. Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?


Thump then, and I flee. Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt,

[Exit. and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of forgot your love?


By thy favor, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands. 1 Hastily.

Most rude melancholy, valor gives thee place. • Canary was the name of a sprightly dance.

My herald is return'd.

- A kind of dance.

[Exit Mota.

Re-enter Mori and CostaRD.

but this : Bear this significant to the country maid

Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ; [Giving him Moth. A wonder, master; here's a costard“ bro-money.) for the best ward of mine honor, is reken in a shin. warding my dependents. Moth, follow. (Exit

. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,—thy Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, l'envoy;-begin.

adieu. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy;' no salve

Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my inin the mail, sir: 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ;

conyJew!no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunera

Arm. By virtue, ihou enforcest laughter; thy tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs three farthings—remuneration.- What's the price provokes me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, of this inkle? a penny:- No, I'll give you a remy stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for muneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration! l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve ?

why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I Moth. Do the wise think them other ? is not will never buy and sell out of this word. l'envoy a salve ?

Enter Birox. Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain

Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. well met. I will example it.

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, may a man buy for a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. What is a remuneration ? There's the moral : Now the l'envoy.

Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again. Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you!

Were still at odds, being but three : Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: Moth. Until the goose came out of door, As thou wilt win my favor, good my knave,

And stay'd the odds by adding four. Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Cost. When would you have it done, sir ? with my l'envoy.

Biron. O, this afternoon. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. Were still at odds, being but three :

Biro. O, thou knowest not what it is. Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Staying the odds by adding four.

Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose : Cost. I will come to your worship 10-morrow Would you desire more?

morning. Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, that's flat :

slave, it is but this ;Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.- The princess comes to hunt here in the park, To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : And in her train there is a gentle lady; Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this

name, argument begin?

And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a And to her white hand see thou do commend shin.

This seald up counsel. There's thy guerdon;' Then call'd you for the l'envoy.


[Gives him money. Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus came Cost. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than your argument in ;

remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you sweet guerdon !- I will do it, sir, in print.”—Guerbought; don-remuneration.

[Erit. And he ended the market.

Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard have been love's whip; broken in a shin ?

A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will A domineering pedant o'er the boy, speak that l'envoy:

Than whom no mortal so magnificent ! I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, This whimpled," whining, purblind, wayward boy ; Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

Cost. O, marry me to one Frances :-I smell Dread prince of plackets,' king of codpieces, some l'enroy, some goose, in this.

Sole imperator, and great general Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee Of trotting paritors, –O my little heart!at liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert And I to be a corporal of his field, immured, restrained, captivated, bound.

And wear his colors like a tumbler's hoop! Cost. True, true; and now you will be my pur- What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife ! gation, and let me loose.

A woman, that is like a German clock, Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from dur- Still a repairing; ever out of frame; ance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing And never going aright, being a watch, • A head.

• Delightful.

* Reward. s An old French term for concluding verses, which ® With the utmost exactness.

• Hooded, reiled. served either to convey the moral, or to address the poem 1 Petticoats. to some person.

2 The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.

But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:

And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.



so hard

say, no?

SCENE I-A Pavilion in the Park.

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth Enter the PrinceSS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHA

is truth. kine, Boret, Lords, Attendants, and a For- An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, ester.

One of these maids' girdles for your waist should

be fit. Prin. Was that the king, that spurred his horse Are not you the chief woman ? you are the thick

est here. Against the steep uprising of the hill ? Boyet . I know not; but I think, it was not he.

Prin. What's your will, sir ? what's your will?

Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Birón, to one Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting

lady Rosaline. mind. Well , lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;

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

of mine : On Saturday we will return to France.

Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve; Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,

Break up this capon. That we must stand and play the murderer in?

Boyet. For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; This letter is mistook, it importeth none here ;

I am bound to serve.A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.

It is writ to Jaquenetta. Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,


We will read it, I swear: And thereapon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what ? first praise me, and again is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous;

Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe!

truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than For. Yes, madam, fair.

fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth Prin. Nay, never paint me now;

itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.

The magnanimous and most illustrate king Co. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;

phetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate

beggar Zenelophon; and he it wus that might

[Giving him money. rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videPrin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. licet

, he came, saw, and overcame: he camé, one; O heresy in fair, fit for these days !

saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king: A giving hand, though foul

, shall have fair praise.- Why did he come? to sce: Why did he see ? 20 But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill,

overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar: And shooting well is then accountod ill.

What saw he? the beggar: Who overcame he? the Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:

beggar: the conclusion is victory; On whose side? Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;

the king's: The captive is enriched; On whose If wounding, then it was to show my skill,

side? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a

a nuptial;

On whose side? the king's?—no, on both in one That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes;

or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comGlory grows guilty of detested crimes ;

parison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy

lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreur We bend to that the working of the heart : As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for The роог

deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. rags? robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove- Thus, expecting thy reply, I profune my lips on thy

thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart reignty Only for praise sake, when they strive to be

every part. Lords o'er their lords?

Thine, in the dearest design of industry,

Dox ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar To any lady that subdues a lord.

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Enter CostARD.

Submissive fall his princely feet before, Prin. Here comes a member of the common- And he from forage will incline to play: wealth.

But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which Food for his rage, repasture for his den. is the head lady?

Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest

this letter? that have no heads.

What vane? what weathercock ? did you ever hear Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?

better? Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the : God give you good even.


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