Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff fo dear. Long. Look, here's thy love; my foot in her face fee. Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there; -some flattery for this evil. Some tricks, fome quillets, how to cheat the devil. Biron. O, 'tis more than need. Have at you then, Affection's men at arms; And where that you have vow'd to study, (Lords,) Can you ftill dream, and pore, and thereon look? Why, univerfal plodding prifons up And And in that vow we have forfworn our books: It adds a precious feeing to the eye: A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind! A lover's ear will hear the loweft found, • When the fufpicious head of theft is stopt. 'Love's feeling is more soft and fenfible, "Than are the tender horns of cockled fnails.' Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus grofs in taste; Still climbing trees in the Hefperides? Let Let us once lofe our oaths to find ourselves; Or elfe we lose ourselves to keep our oaths. For charity itself fulfils the law: And who can fever love from charity? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, foldiers, to the field! Biron. Advance your ftandards, and upon them, Lords; Pell-mell, down with them; but be first advis'd, In conflict that you get the fun of them. Long. Now to plain-dealing, lay these glozes by; Shall we refolve to woo these girls of France? King. And win them too; therefore let us devife Some entertainment for them in their tents. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them thither; Then homeward every man attach the hand. Of his fair miftrefs; in the afternoon We will with fome ftrange paftime folace them, Biron. Allons! Allons! fown cockle reap'd no corn;" Light wenches may prove plagues to men forfworn; ACT V. SCENE E The fireet: Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull. Hol. SATIS, quod fufficit. [Exeunt. Nath. I praife God for you, Sir, your reafons at dinner have been fharp and fententious; pleafant without feurrility, witty without affectation, audacious about impudency, learned without opinion, and range wi herefy. I did converfe this quondam day with a co nion of the King's, who is intitled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi hominem, tanquam te. His humour is lofty, his difcourfe peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majeftical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrafonical. He is too piqued, too fpruce, too affected, too odd, as it were; too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A moft fingular and choice epithet. [Draws out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbofity finer than the ftaple of his argument. I abhor fuch fanatical phantafms, fuch infociable and point-devife companions, fuch rackers of orthography, as to fpeak, dout, fine, when he fhould fay, doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abominable, which we would call abhominable: it infinuateth me of infanity: Ne intelligis, Domine, to make frantic, lunatic? Nath. Laus Deo, bone intelligo. Hol. Bone?bone, for benè; Prifcian a little ferateh'd; 'twill ferve.. SCENE II. Enter Armado, Math, and Coftard.. Nath. Videfne quis venit? Hol. Video, gaudeo.. Arm. Chirra. Hol. Quare chirra, not firrah? Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. Hol. Molt military Sir, falutation. Moth. They have been at a great feaft of languages, and ftole the fcraps. Coft. O, they have liv'd long on the alms-bafket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not fo long by the head as honorif sabilitudinitatibust thou art eafier fwallow'd than a flapdragon. Moth. Peace, the peal begins. Arm. Monfieur, are you not letter'd?? Moth Moth. Yes, yes, he teaches boys the horn-book: What is A B fpelt backward with a horn on his head? Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Moth. Ba, moft filly fheep, with a horn. You hear his learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou confonant? Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, I.— Math. The fheep; the other two concludes it, o, u. Arm. Now, by the falt wave of the Mediterraneum, a fweet touch, a quick venew of wit; fnip, fnap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit. Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man: which is: wit-old. Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure? Moth. Horns. Hol. Thou difputest like an infant; go, whip thy gigg. Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will' whip about your infamy circùm circà, a gigg of a cuc kold's horn. Coft. An I had but one penny in the world, thou fhouldft have it to buy ginger-bread; hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy mafter, thou halfpenny purfe of wit, thou pidgeon-egg of difcretion. O, that the heav'ns were fo pleafed, that thou wert but my baftard! what a joyful father wouldft thou make me? go to, thou haft it ad dunghill; at the finger's ends, ast they fay. Hol. O, I fmell falfe Latin, dunghill for unguem. Arm Arts-man, præambula; we will be fingled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the chargehoufe on the top of the mountain? Hol. Or mons the hill. Arm. At your fweet pleafure, for the mountain.' Arm. Sir, it is the King's moft fweet pleafure and affection, to congratulate the Princess at her pavilion, in the pofteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. Hol. The pofterior of the day, moft generous Sir, is. 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