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Moth. Mafter, will you win your love with a French brawl? IA 17026 907 178 Arm. How mean'ft thou, brawling in French? Moth. No, my compleat mafter; but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; figh a note and fing a note; fometimes through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with finging love; fometimes through the nofe, as if you fnufft up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthoufe-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms croft on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbit on a fpit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a ship and away: thefe are compliments, thefe are humours; thefe betray nice wenches that would be betray'd without thefe, and make the men of note: do you note men, that are moft affected to these?
Arm. How haft thou purchas'd this experience?
Arm. But O, but O
Moth. The hobby-horfe is forgot *.
Canary was the name of a fpritely nimble dance. THEOв. * Dr. Warburton has here changed compliments to 'complishments for accomplishments, but unneceffarily.
3 The former Editors:
thefe betray nice Wenches, that would be betray'd without thefe, and make them Men of Note. But who will ever be lieve, that the odd Attitudes and Affectations of Lovers, by which they betray young Wenches, fhould have power to make thofe
only inveigle to young Girls,
young Wenches Men of Note? the reformation took latter
His Meaning is, that they not
Precifians multiplied, thefe latter
Arm. Call'st thou my love hobby-horfe? Moth. No, mafter; the hobby-horfe is but a colt *, and you love, perhaps, a hackney: but have you for got your love?
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Arnt. Almoft I had.
Math. Negligent student, learn her by heart.
Arm. What wilt thou prove?
Moth. A man, if I live: And this by, in, and out of, upon the instant: by heart you love her, 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 fwain, he must carry me a letter. Moth. A meffage well fympathis'd; a horfe to be embaffador for an afs.
Arm. Ha, ha; what say't thou?
Moth. Marry, Sir, you must send the ass upon the horfe, for he is very flow-gated: but I go.
Arm. The way is but fhort; away.
Moth. Minimè, honest master: or rather, master, no. Arm. I fay, lead is flow. Moth. You are too fwift, Sir, to fay foodlov Is that lead flow, Sir, which is fir'd from a gund au Arm. Sweet fmoak of rhetorick!ow ada ber He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he I fhoot thee at the fwain.
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Moth. Thump then, and I fly.
By thy favour, fweet welkin, I must figh in thy face, i Moft rude melancholy, valour gives thee place o My herald is return'd.
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5 You are too fwift, Sir, to fay fo.] How is he too swift for faying that lead is flow? I fancy we should read, as well to fupply the rhyme as the fenfe,
Re-enter Moth and Coftard...
Moth. A wonder, mafter, here's a Costard broken in a fhin. twhich ·Arm. Some enigma, fome riddle; come-thy Penvoy - begin.
Coft. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no falve in the male, Sir'. O Sir, plantan, a plain plantan; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, or falve, Sir, but plantan.
You are too fwift, Sir, to fay fo,
Is that lead flow, Sir, which
6 By thy favour, feet welkin] Welkin is the fky, to which Armado, with the falfe dignity of a Spaniard, makes an apology for fighing in its face.
Arm. By virtue, thou enforceft laughter; thy filly thought, my fpleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous fmiling: O pardon me, my ftars! Doth the inconfiderate take falve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a falve?
Moth. Doth the wife think them other? is not l'envoy a falve?
Arm, No, page, it is an epilogue or difcourfe, to make plain i)
Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been fain. I will example it. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my Penvoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy; say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three.
Moth. Until the goofe came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four.
A good Penvoy, ending in the goofe; would you desire
Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain; a goose, that's flat;
Sir, your penny-worth is good, an' your goose be fat.
How did this argument begin?
Moth. By faying, that a Costard was broken in a shin Then call'd you for a l'envoy.
Coft. True, and I for a plantan;
Thus came the argument in;
Arm, But tell me how was there a broken in a fhin?
* Coftard is the name of a species of apple.
Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.
Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth. I will fpeak that Penvoy.
Coftard running out, that was fafely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my fhin.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Coft. 'Till there be more matter in the fhin. Arm. Sirrah, Coftard, I will infranchife thee, Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; I fmell fome Penvoy, fome goofe in this."
Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound."
Coft. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durancë, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration; [Giving him fomething. for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.
Moth. Like the fequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu. [Exit.
Coft. My fweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony Few! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration.- What's the price of this incle? a penny: No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration! why, it is a
Cony has the fignification here given it, but incony I never heard nor read elsewhere. I know not whether it be right, however fpecious, to change Few to jewel. Jew, in our author's time, was, for whatever reason, apparently a word of endearment. So in Midfummer Night's Dream, Meft tender Juvenile, and the moft lovely Jew.