Dear Princefs, were not his requests so far From reafon's yielding, your fair self should make And go well fatisfied to France again. Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In fo unfeeming to confefs receipt Of that which hath fo faithfully been paid. Prin. We arreft your word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances King. Satisfy me fo. Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come Where that and other fpecialties are bound: To-morrow you shall have a fight of them. King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview, All liberal reafon I will yield unto: Mean time receive fuch welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your Grace! [Exit. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Rof. I pray you, do my commendations; Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame? Long. She is a most sweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be . Rof. Alack, let it blood. 02 Biron. Would that do it good? Rof. My phyfic fays. Ay. Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Rof. No, poynt, With my knife. Biron. Now, God fave thy life! Rof. And yours from long living! fhe in white? [Exit Long. Boyet. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the light. if [Exit. Boyet. She hath but one for herfelf; to defire that were a fhame. Long. Pray you, Sir, whofe daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long God's blefling on your beard! Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended. Boyet. Farewell to me, Sir, and welcome to you. [Exit Biron. Mar. That laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jeft. Boyet. And every jeft but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. Boyet. And wherefore not ships? No fheep, (fweet lamb,) unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You fheep, and 1 pafture; fhall that finish the jest? Boyer. eyes, If my obfervation, (which very feldom lies,) Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? Mar. No. Boyet. What then? do you fee? Boyet. So you grant pafture for me. My lips are no common, though several they be. Mar. To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree. On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd. is infected. Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected. Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire. Raf Who tend'ring their own worth, from whence they were glass'd, An' you give him for my fake but one loving kifs. Prin. Come, to your pavilion: Boyet is difpos'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. Rof. Thou art, &c. Arm. Sweet air! go, tendernefs of years; take this key, give enlargement to the fwain; bring him feitinately hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love. Moth. Mafter, will you win your love with a French brawl? Arm. How mean'ft thou, brawling in French? Moth. No, my complete Master; but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; figh a note and fing a note; fometimes through the throat, as if you fwallow'd love with finging love; fometimes through the nose, as you fnuff'd up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthoufe-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms crofs'd 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 fnip, and away: thefe are 'complishments, these are humours; these betray nice wenches that would be betray'd without thefe, and make them men of note (do you note me?) that are moft affected to these? Arm. How haft thou purchas'd this experience? Arm. But O, but O Moth. The bobby horfe is forgot *. Arm. Call'st thou my love hobby-horse? Moth. No, Mafter; the hobby-horfe is but a colt, and your love perhaps a hackney: but have you forgot your love? Arm. Almoft I had. O 3 Moth. The burden of an old fong Moth. Negligent ftudent! learn her by heart. will Moth. And out of heart, Mafter: all thofe three I prove. Arm. What wilt thou prove? Moth. A man, if I live: and this by, and in, and out of, upon the inftant: by heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her, becaufe 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 muft carry me a letter. Moth. A meffage well fympathiz'd; a horse to be ambaffador for an afs. Arm. Ha, ha; what say'st thou? Moth. Marry, Sir, you muft fend the afs upon the horfe, for he is very flow-gated: but I go. Arm. The way is but fhort; away. Moth. As fwift as lead, Sir. Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead of metal heavy, dull, and flow? Moth. Minimé, honeft Mafter; or rather, Mafter, no. Arm. I fay, lead is flow. Moth. You are too fwift, Sir, to say so. Is that lead flow, Sir, which is fir'd from a gun? He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: I fhoot thee at the swain. Moth. Thump then, and I fly. [Exit. Arm. A moft acute juvenile, voluble, and free of grace; By thy favour, fweet welkin, I must figh in thy face. Moft rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd. SCENE |