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He rather means to lodge you in the field,

A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court) And go well satisfied to France again. Than seek a dispensation for his oatlı,

Prin. You do the king my father too much wrung, To let you enter his unpeopled house.

And wrong the reputation of your name, Here comes Navarre.

[The Ladies mask. In so unseeming to confess receipt

Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
Enter King, LONGAVILLE, Dumain, Biron, and

King. I do protest, I never heard of it;

And, if you prove it, I 'll repay it back,
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. Or yield up Aquitain.
Prin. Fair I give you back again; and welcome I Prin.

We arrest your word :have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to be Boyet, you can proluce acquittances, yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be For such a sum, from special officers mine,

Of Charles his father. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. King.

Satisfy me so. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. Boyet

. So please your grace, the packet is not coms, King. Hear me, dear lady, I have sworn an oath. Where that and other specialties are bound; Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he 'll be forsworn. To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing All liberal reason I will yield unto. else.

Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

As honour, without breach of honour, may
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Make tender of to thy true worthiness :
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. You may not come, fair princess, in my gates;
I hear, your grace hath sworn-out housekeeping : But here without you shall be so receiv'd,
"T is deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,

As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
And sin to break it :

Though so denied farther harbour in my house. But pardon me, I am too sudden bold;

Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

To-morrow we shall visit you again. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper. King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

[Exeunt King and his Train. Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away ;

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. For you 'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay.

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? be glad to see it. Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Biron. I would you heard it groan. Biron. I know you did.

Ros. Is the fool sick ? Ros. How needless was it then to ask the ques- Biron. Sick at the heart. tion !

Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. You must not be so quick.

Biron. Would that do it good ? Ros. 'T is longa of you that spur me with such Ros. My physic says, ay. questions.

Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye?
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, it will tire. Ros. No poynt, with my knife.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. And yours from long living! Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. (Retiring. Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Dum. Sir, I pray you a word : What lady is that same ! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Biron. And send you many lovers !

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Ros. Amen, so you be none.

[Erit. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Long. I beseech you a word : What is she in the King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

white ? The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;

Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light. Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Long. Perchance, light in the light : I desire her name Disbursed by my father in his wars.

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)

were a shame. Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter ? A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

Long. God's blessing on your beard ! Although not valued to the money's worth.

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended : If then the king your father will restore

She is an heir of Falconbridge. But that one half which is unsatisfied,

Long. Nay, my choler is ended. We will give up our right in Aquitain,

She is a most sweet lady. And hold fair friendship with his majesty.

Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. (Exit Long. But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Biron. What 's her name, in the cap? For here he doth demand to have repaid

Boyet. Katharine, by good hap. An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Biron. Is she wedded, or no ? On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

Boyet. To her will, sir, or so. To have his title live in Aquitain;

Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu ! Which we much rather had derart withal,

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. And have the money by our father lent,

[Exit Biron.Ladies unmask. Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests so far

· The Princess - to be lodged, according to her rank, without From reason's yielding, your fair self should make

the gates, although denied a further advance-lodgment-il the

King's house. Long of you—along of you, through you.

No pongt-the double negative of the French, non print.

jest !

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord ; | His tongue, all impatient to speak anıl not see, Not a word with him but a jest.

Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ;

And every jest but a word. All senses to that sense did make their repair,
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple

, as he was to board. Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, Mar. Two bot sheeps, marry!

As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Boyet.

And wherefore not ships? | Who, tend'ring their own worth, from whence they were No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

glass'd, Mar. You sheep, and I pasture : Shall that finish the Did point out to buy them, along as you pass d.

His face's own margent did quote such amazes, Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes :

[Offering to kiss her. I 'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, Var.

Not so, gentle beast; An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. My lips are no common, though several they be.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'dBoyet. Belonging to whom?

Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye

hath Mar. To my fortunes and me.

disclosd : Prin. Good wits will be jangling ; but, gentles, agree: I only have made a mouth of his eye, This civil war of wits were much better us'd

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ou Navarre and his book-men; for here 't is abus d. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilBoyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,)

fully, By the beart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

him. Prir. With what?

Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.

is but grim. Prin. Your reason.

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours do make their retire


No. To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire :


What, then, do you see? His beart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :

Boyet. You are too hard for me. (Exeunt.


SCENE I.-Another part of the Park. Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and wifnEnter ARMADO and Moth.

out, upon the instant : By heart you love her, because

your heart cannot come by her : in heart you love her, beArm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of cause your heart is in love with her: and out of heart you hearing.

love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. Moch. Concolinel

[Singing. Arm. I am all these three. Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years ! take this Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing kry, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately at all. bither; I must employ him in a letter to my love. Arm. Fetch hither the swain ; he must carry me a

Moth. Will you win your love with a French brawl ? letter.
Am. How meanest thou ! brawling in French? Moth. A message well sympathized ; a horse to be

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off a tune embassador for an ass !
at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ?
it with turning up your eyelids ; sigh a note, and sing a Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the
note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.
love with singing love ; sometime through the nose, as Arm. The way is but short; away.
if you suffed up love by smelling love; with your hat, Moth. As swift as lead, sir.
penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on Is not lead a metal heavy, dúll, and slow?
espit; of your hands in your pocket, like a man after Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, no.
the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but Arm. I say, lead is slow.
a stip and away: These are complements, these are Moth.

You are too swift, sir, to say so: brambours; these betray nice wenches, that would be be Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun? trayed without these; and make them men of note, (do Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric ! yoa note, men !) that most are affected to these. He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that 's he :

Am. How hast thou purchased this experience ? I shoot thee at the swain.
Moth. By my penny of observation.


Thump, then, and I flee. [Exit. Arm. Bat 0, but 0

Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of Moth. ---the hobby-horse is forgot.

grace! Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse!

By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face : Math. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. your love, perhaps, á hackney. But have you forgot My herald is return'd. your love! Arm. Alnost I had.

Re-enter Mork and COSTARD. Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart,

Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

in a shin. Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three I Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,--thy

l'envoy ;-begin. Arm. What wilt thors prove!

Cost. Nu egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve

vill prove

in them all, sir : 0 sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; | inkle ? a penny :-No, I 'll give you a remuneration : no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! why, it carries it.-Remuneration —why, it is a fairer

Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly name than French crown). I will never buy and sell thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes out of this word. me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, my stars !

Enter Biron. Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve ?

Biron. O, my good knave Costard' exceedingly

well met. Moth. Do the wise think them other ? is not l'envoy a salve?

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much camation ribbon Arm. No, page : it is an epilogue or discourse, to

may a man buy for a remuneration ? make plain

Biron. What is a remuneration ? Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.

Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. I will example it:

Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you ! Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee :
There 's the moral : Now the l'envoy.

As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Moth. I will add the l'envoy ; say the moral again. Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.
Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Cost. When would you have it done, sir ?
Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. O, this afternoon. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir : Fare you well. And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with

Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. my l'envoy.

Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Were still at odds, being but three :

Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Harki, slave, Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

it is but this ; Staying the odds by adding four.

The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; would And in her train there is a gentle lady; you desire more?

When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her namne, Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, And to her white hand see thon do commend

And Rosaline they call her : ask for her ; that's flat : Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.

This seal'd-up counsel. There 's thy guerdon; gr. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose :

[Gives him money. Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that 's a fat goose.

Cost. Gardon, - O sweet gardon! better than re. Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this muneration; eleven-pence farthing better : Most sweet argument begin?

gardon !- I will do it, sir, in print.-Gardon-remuMoth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin.


[Erit. un call'd you for the l'envoy.

Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have Cost. True, and I for a plantain : Thus came your A very beadle to a humorous sigh;

been love's whip; argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought.

A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ; And he ended the market.

A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken Than whom no mortal so magnificent! in a shin?

This wimpled, a whining, purblind, wayward boy ; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid : Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, that l'envoy.

The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, 1, Costard, running out, that was safely within,

Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.

Sole imperator, and great general Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin.

Of trotting paritors. O my little heart!-Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.

And I to be a corporal of his field, Cost. O, marry me to one Frances ;-I smell some

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! l'envoy, some goose in this.

What! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immured, And never going aright, being a watch, Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at A woman, that is like a German clock,

a repairing; ever out of frame ; restrained, captivated, bound. Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purga- Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;

But being watch'd that it may still go right? tion, and let me loose.

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; And, among three, to love the worst of all; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:

A whitely wanton with a velvet brow, Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta : With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes : there is remuneration ; [giving him money for the Ay, and, by Heaven, one that will do the deed best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard ! Moth, follow.

And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!

To Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signor Costard, adieu.

pray for her ? Go to; it is a plague Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony of his almighty dreadful little might.

That Cupid will impose for my neglect Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, groan : O, that 's the Latin word for three farthings: three Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. i Erit. farthings-remuneration.—What's the price of this Wimpled-veiled.

Trotting paritors. The paritor, apparitor, is the ofhce of • Incony Jew. Incony is thought to be the same as the Scotch the ecclesiastical court who carries out citations. canny, which is our knowing-cunning. Jew is, perhaps, Costard's • A corporal of the field was an officer in some degree recen. surerlative notion of

bling our aid-de-camp.





say no? ?

SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.

Prin. What 's your will, sir? what's your pill!

Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to (ne Ex'er the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE,

lady Rosaline. Boyer, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he 's a good friend of Prea. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard

mine : Against the steep uprising of the hill !

Stand aside, good hearer.-Boyet, you can carve; Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.

Break up this capon. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind. Boyet.

I am bound to serve.Well, lonts, to day we shall are our despatch;

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here ; On Saturday we will return to France.

It is writ to Jaquenetta. Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush


We will read it, I swear : That we nust stand and play the murtherer in ? a

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. For. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;

Boyet. [Reads.] Å stand where you may make the fairest shoot.

"By Heaven, that thon art fair is most infallible; true, that Prir. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,

thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More

fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.

itsell, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The mag. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. nanimous aud most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the Prix. What, what! first praise me, and then again pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was

that might rightly say, vent, vidi, rici ; which to annotanize in

the vulgar, (o base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe

saw, and overcame : he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. For. Yes, madarn, fair.

Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see; Why did he Prin Nay, never paint me now;

see? to overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; What Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.

saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The

conclusion is victory; On whose side ? the king's: the captive Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;

is enrich'd; On whose side ? the beggar's: The catastrophe is

[Giving him money. a nuptial; on whose side? the king's ?-no, on both in one, or Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparisou : For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.

thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I com.

mand thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I coult: Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. Shall I entreat thy love ? I will:

What shalt thou exchange for O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

rags ? robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expectA giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

ing thy reply. I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy But conne, the box :-Now mercy goes to kill,

picture, and my heart on thy every part.

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, And shooting well is then accounted ill.

Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :

Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar Not Founding, pity would not let me do it;

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as nis prey ; If woanding, then it was to show my skill,

Submissive fall his princely feet before, That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And he from forage will incline to play : And, out of question, so it is sometimes ;

But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then ? Gluy grous guilty of detested crimes ;

Food for his rage, repasture for his den. When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, Prin. What plume of feathers is he that indited this We bend to that the working of the heart :

letter? As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

What vane? what weather-cock? did you ever hear The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.

better? Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereigntyd

Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the style. Only for praise sake, when they strive to be

Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ereLords o'er their lords?

while. Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here To any lady that subdues a lord.

in court; Enter COSTARD.

A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport

To the prince, and his book-mates. Boyet. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.


Thou, fellow, a word : Cost

. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the who gave thee this letter ? heart lady?


I told you; my lord. Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that

Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it? have no beads.


From my lord to my lady. Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?

Prin. From which lord, to which lady? Prix. The thickest, and the tallest.

Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so ; truth is To a lady of France, that he call’d Rosaline. truth.

Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,

away. One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here. Here, sweet, put up this; 't will be thine another day.

[Exeunt Princess and Train, • Royal and pohle ladies, in the days of Elizabeth, delighted

Boyet. Who is the shooter ? who is the sloter ? 2 the somewhat uarefined sport of shooting deer with a cross

* Annothanize is evidently a pedantic form of annotate and . Good sy glass. The Forester is the metaphorical glass of we willingly restore the coined word, which has been modern. the Princess.

ized into anatomize. Chart-shrewish.

b This allusion is to a mad Italian, commonly called the * Self-stereignty-ased in the same way as self-sufficiency ;- monarch, whose epitaph, or description, was written by Church La rereigoty over themselves, but in themselves.

yard, in 1580. He believed inat he was sovereign of the • Dig som den. The popular corruption of give you good e'er. world.


Ros. Shall I teach you to know?

sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.

assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Ros.

Why, she that bears the bow. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Finely put off!

Dull. 'T was not a haud credo; 't was a pricket. Boyet. My lady goes to kill hoʻns ; but, if thou marry, Jlol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of inHang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. sin nation, as it were in via, in way, of explication ; Finely put on!

facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to Ros. Well, then, I am the shooter.

show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, Boyet.

And who is your deer ? unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself : come not unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,—to in

sert again my haud credo for a deer. Finely put on, indeed !

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 't was Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she a pricket. strikes at the brow.

Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !–0 thou Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! now?

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, liath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished; he as touching the hit it?

is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was And such barren plants are set before us, that we a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little

thankful should be wench, as touching the hit it.

(Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts that Ros. (Singing.]

do fructify in us more than he. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,

For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

or a fool, Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,

So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a An I cannot, another can.

school : [Exeunt Ros. and Katı. But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind fit it!

Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both

wit, did hit it,

What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark,

weeks old as yet ? says my lady!

Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good Let the mark have a prick in 't to mete at, if it may

man Dull. be.

Dull. What is Dictynna ? Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I' faith your hand is Nath. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the moon.

Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he 'll ne'er hit

no more; the clout.

And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fivescore. Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your hand The allusion holds in the exchange. is in.

Dull. T is true in:leed; the collusion holds in the Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the exchange. pin.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow holds in the exchange. foul.

Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange ; Cost. She 's too hard for you at pricks, sir; challenge for the moon is never but a month old : and I say, beher to bowl.

side, that 't was a pricket that the princess killed. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal

good owl. [Exeunt Boyer and Maria. epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the Cost. By my soul, a swain ! a most simple clown! ignorant, I have called the deer the princess killed, a Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down ! pricket. O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar wit! Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, shall please you to abrogate scurrility. so fit.

Hol. I will something affect the letter ;' for it argues Armatho o' the one side,–0, a most dainty ryan! facility. To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!

The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing To see him kiss his hand ! and how most sweetly a' will

pricket; swear!-

Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore with

shooting And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit !

The dogs did yell; put i to sore, then sorel jumps from Ah, Heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!

thicket; Sola, sola! [Shouting within. Exit Cost., running.

Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a hootinz.

If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores ;! O sore lé! SCENE II.— The same.

Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one more L. Enter Holofernes, Sır NATHANIEL, and Dull..

Nath. A rare talent! Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the

Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him

with a talent. testimony of a good conscience. Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis,-in blood;

· Pricket. The buck acquires a new name every year as he ripe as a pomewater,“ who now hangeth like a jewel

in approaches to maturity. The first year he is a fawn; the the ear of cælo, -the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and the fifth, a buck of the tirst head; the sixth, a compl-te back anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,—the soil, b Raught-reached. the land, the earth.

Affect the letter--affect alliteration. Nath Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are

& The pedant brings in the Roman numeral, L, as the sign of

fifty • Pomewater- a speciet of apple.

• Talon was formerly written talent.


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