Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to ever fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights,
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame;
And every godfather can give a name.

King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Dan. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! Lang. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow the weeding.

Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a breeding.

Dum. How follows that? Buron.

Fit in his place and time.

Dum. In reason nothing. Biron.

Something then in rhyme.
Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bates the first-born infants of the spring.
Buron. Well, say I am; why should proud
summer boast,

Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Why should I joy in an abortive birth?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing, that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,

Camo o'er the house t' unlock the little gate.
King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu!
Bron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay
with you:

And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And bide the penance of each three years' day. Gve me the paper, let me read the same; And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. King. How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!

Biron. [Reads] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.Aad hath this been proclaim'd! Lmg.

Four days ago.

Biron. Let's see the penalty. Rats.-On pain of losing her tongue.

Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. Sweet lord, and why?

Who devis'd this?

King. Ay, that there is: our court, yon know, I haunted

With a refined traveller of Spain;

A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain:
One, whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchunting harmony;
A man of compliments, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies, shall relate,
In high-born words, the worth of many a knignt
From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight. Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be out sport:

And, so to study, three years is but short.

Enter DULL, with a letter, and COSTARD. Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood.

Biron. This is he.

Dill. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you more.

Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touch ing me.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!

Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken

with the manner.

Biron. In what manner?

Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Reats. Item, If any man be seen to talk with 4woman within the ferm of three years, he shall cature such public shame as the rest of the court cas possibly devise.

This article, my liege, yourself must break;

For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to

speak.

A maid of grace, and complete majesty,

About surrender-up of Aquitain

To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father;

Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot.

Bion. So study evermore is overshot; Wile it doth study to have what it would,

It doth forget to do the thing it should:

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most.
Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
King. We must of force, dispense with this decree;
She must lies here on mere necessity.

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years

space :

For every man with his affects is born;

Not by might master'd, but by special grace:
IfI break faith, this word shall speak for me,
I am forsworn on mere necessity.-

So to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes.
And be, that breaks them in the least degree,
Stands in attainder of eternal shame:
Suggestions are to others, as to me;
But, I believe, although I seem so loath,
Am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?

¡Nipping.

following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, sir. for the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman; for the form,-in some form. Biron. For the following, sir?

Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear this letter with attention! Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

King. [Reds. Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored melancholy, I did commend the black-uppressing hu mor to the most wholesome physic of thy healthgiving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, an ! men sit down to that nourishment which is called the groun i which; which, I mean, I walked upon; supper. So much for the time when. Now for it is yeleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene, an i most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-colored ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: but to • Called. si. e. Third-borough, a peace officer. • In the fact.

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 sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet gruce'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 alled, 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 ARAMADO. 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.

King. Did you hear the proclamation? 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 deliver'd 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 oaths 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 prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down sorrow! [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Armado's House.

Enter ARMADO and MoтH.

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.

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.

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 same praise.
Arm. What that an eel is ingenious?
Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answer: Thou heatest my blood.

Moth. I am answered, sir.

Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him. [Axide.

Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. Impossible.

Moth. How many is one thrice told?

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. Which the base vulgar do call three.
Arm. True.

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 will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure!
Moth. To prove you a cipher.

Asile.

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 out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?

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 is back, like a porter: and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Samson! stron -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. Arm. Of what complexion?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the twe; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion.
Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?
Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them

too.

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 ny mother's tongue

Young man.

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical!

Moth. If she be made of white and red.

Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are red
And fears by pale white shown
Then, if she fear, or be to blame.
By this you shall not know:

The name of a coin once currenă

For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe."

A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.

Arin. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad Bone three ages since: but, I think, now, 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing nor the tune.

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy. I do love that country girl, that took in the park with the rational hind, Costard;

She deserves well.

Arm. I say, sing.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA.
Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep
Custard safe: and you must let him take no delight,
Derno penance; but a' must fast three days a week:
For this damsel I must keep her at the park; she
is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.- Maid.
Jag. Man.

Ar. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq. That's hereby.

Arm. I know where it is situate.

Jaq. Lord, how wise you are!

Arin. I will tell thee wonders.

Jaq. With that face!

Aria. I love thee.

Jeg. So I heard you say.

Arm. And so farewell.

Juq. Fair weather after you!
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt DULL and JAQUENEtta.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.

Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

Arm Thou shalt be heavily punished. Cost. I am more bound to you than your fellows for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up. Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, be ing loose.

Moth. No, sir, that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.

Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. What shall some see?

Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say 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 baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, (which is a great argument of falsehood.) if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted! Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shafts is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valor! rust, rapier: be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Exit.

SCENE L-A Pavilion and Tents at a distance. Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHERINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Atlendants.

Boge. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:

Consider who the king your father sends ;

o whom he sends; and what's his embassy: Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, Toparley with the sole inheritor

fall perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitain; a dowry for a queen.

Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Pra. Good lord Boyet, my beauty though but

mean,

Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; auty is bought by judgment of the eye, Sutter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: Fanless proud to hear you tell my worth,

han you much willing to be counted wise in spending your wit in the praise of mine. how to task the tasker. Good Boyet, You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

oth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow, l painful study shall out-wear three years, No woman may approach his silent court: Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course, en we enter his forbidden gates,

To know his pleasure; and, in that behalf,
9d of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor:

Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,

Of which she is naturally possessed.

Dairy-woman.

On serious business, craving quick despatch,
Importunes personal conference with his grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will.

Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? 1 Lord. Longaville is one. Prin. Know you the man Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized, In Normandy saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? Mar. They say so most, that most his humors know.

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest?

Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,

Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,

And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the duke Alençon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw,
Is my report to his great worthiness.

Ros. Another of these students at that time Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, Bir5n they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

But that one half which is unsatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitain,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitain;

Which we much rather had departs withal,
And have the money by our father lent,

Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

Dear princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make

And go well satisfied to France again.

Prin.

Re-enter BOYET.

Now, what admittance, lord? Boyet. Navarre hath notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all address'ds to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre. Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants.

[The ladies mask.

thither.

King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else.

King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping:
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
And sin to break it:

But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve ine în my suit.

[Gives a paper.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. I know you did.
Ros.

How needless was it then

To ask the question!
Biron.
You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such
questions.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.

Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. The hour that fools shall ask.

Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Ros. Fair fall the face it covers!

Biron. And send you many lovers!
Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;

Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Disbursed by my father in his wars.

But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid

A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valued to the money's worth.
If then the king your father will restore
• Confederates.

Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. King. I do protest, I never heard of it; And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back, Or yield up Aquitain.

Prin.

We arrest your word:Boyet, you can produce acquittances, For such a sum, from special officers Of Charles his father. King.

Satisfy me so.

Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not

come,

Where that and other specialties are bound;
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

King. It shall suffice me: at which interview,
All liberal reason I will yield unto.
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,
As honor, without breach of honor, may
Make tender of thy true worthiness:
You may not come, fair princess, in my gates;
But here without, you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbor in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own

heart.

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

Biron. I would you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick!

Biron. Sick at heart.

Ros. Alack, let it blood.

Biron. Would that do it good?

Ros. My physic says, I.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.

[Retiring.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is

that same?

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's blessing on your beard! Boyet. Good sir, be not offended: She is an heir of Falconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.

Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Katherine, my good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu!

• Prepared.

His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
His tongue all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
Methought, all his senses were locked in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tendering their own worth, from where the
were glass'd,

Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos`d-
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his
eye hath disclos'd:

I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st
skilfully.

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim.

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

No.

Mar.
Boyet.
What then, do you see!
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet.
You are too hard for me.
[Exeunt.

Mit Master, will you win your love with a Fre ich brawl?a

a. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? Mt. No, my complete master: but to jig off tune at the tongue's end, canary" to it with your fet, humor it with turning up your eye-lics; sigh a note and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; Smetime through the nose, as if you snuffed up bove by smelling love; with your hat penthouseLie, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Csed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on aspit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tone, but a snip and away: These are compements, these are humors; these betray nice wenches-that would be betrayed without these; And make them men of note (do you note, men?)

hat are most affected to these.

Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?
Meth. By my penny of observation.
Arm. But 0,- but 0,-

Mok-the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?

Moth. No master; the hobby-horse is but a colt; and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you last your love?

Arm. Almost I had.

Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Math. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.

Arm. What will that prove?

Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and hout, upon the instant: By heart you love her, A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands. Hastily. 2 A kind of dance. Canary was the name of a sprightly dance.

because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her: and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.

Arm. I am all these three.

Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a letter.

Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador for an ass!

Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow gaited: But I go. Arm. The way is but short; away. Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? Moth. Minime,honest master; or rather, master,no. Arm. I say, lead is slow.

Moth.

You are too swift, sir, to say so: Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric: He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:I shoot thee at the swain. Moth.

Thump then, and I flee. Exit.

Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!

By thy favor, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face.
Most rude melancholy, valor gives thee place.
My herald is return'd."

Re-enter Morи and COSTARD.

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a costard♦ broken in a shin.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'envoy-begin.

Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'enroy no salve, sir, but a plantain!

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me,