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Coft. 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 four cup of prosperity: affli&tion may one day smile again, and until then, sit thee down, sorrow.
SCENE changes to Armado's House.
Enter Armado, and Moth.
, when a man of great Motb. A great sign, Sir, that he will look fad.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-fame thing, dear imp.
Moth. No, no ; O lord, Sir, no.
Arm. How can it thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender Juvenile ?
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough Signior.
Arm. Why, tough Signior? why, tough Signior ? Moth. Why, tender Juvenile ? why, tender Juvenile ?
Arm. I spoke it tender Juvenile, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
Moth. And I tough Signior, 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.
Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers. Thou heat'st my blood.
Moth. I am answer'd, Sir. i Arm. I love not to be croft.
Motb. He speaks the clean contrary, crosses love not him.
Arm. I have promis'd to study three years with the
Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a compleat 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. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study? now here's three studied ere you'll thrice wink; and how easie 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.
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 humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner; and ranfom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd curt'sie. I think it fcorn to figh ; 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. Sampson, master; he was a man of good carriage ; great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love.
Arm. O well-knit Sampson, strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, master,
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complection?
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers ; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was so, Sir, for she had a green wit.
Motb. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such colours.
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit and my Mother's congue arGift me!
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 bred,
And fears by pale-white shown į Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know ; For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhime, master, against the reason of white and red.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth. The world was guilty of such a ballad some three ages fince, 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 that subject newly writ o'er, that 1
may example my digreffion by some mighty prefi, dent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well
Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master.
Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
Enter Costard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid. Dull. Sir, the King's pleasure is, that you keep Car stard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park, the is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray my self with blushing : maid,
Jaq. So I heard you say.
Arm. (7) Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away. Thus all the printed Copies : but the Editors have been guilty of much Inadvertence. They make y aquenetta, and a Maid enter : whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid intended by the Poet, and who is committed
Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned.
Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish’d.
Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers ; for they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm. Take away this villain, shut him up. :
Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will fast, being loose.
Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loose; thou shalt to prison.
Cot. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of desolation that I have seen, fome shall see
Moth. What shall some see?
Coft. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be 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 with 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 falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted ? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules's 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 callid boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour; rust, rapier; be ftill, drum; for your manager is in love; to the Cuftody of Dull, to be convey'd by him to the Lodge in the Park. This being the Case, it is evident to Demonstration, that– Fair Weather after you — must be spoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come, Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text.