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Enter Armado and Moth.
Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense
of hearing. Aloth. Concolinel
[Singing: Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinatelyt hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love.
Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawlt?
Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French ?
Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canaryt to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches-that would be betrayed without these ; and make them men of note (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these.
Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?
* Hastily. + A kind of dance.
Moth. By my penny of observation.
Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
Arm. Almost I had. Moth Negligeut student! learn her by heart. Arm. By beart, and in heart, boy. Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
Arm. Wirat wilt thou prove ?
Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and without, 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. Eetch hither the swajn; he must carry me a letter.
Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be embassador for an ass!
Arm. Ha, ba! what sayest thou ?
Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited: But I go.
Arm. The way is but short; away.
Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
no. Arm. I say, lead it slow. Moth.
You are too swift*, sir, to say so;
* Quick, ready
Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:I shoot thee at the swain. Moth.
Thump then, and I fee.
(Erit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of
grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face; Most rude melancholy, valour give thee place. My herald is return'd.
Re-enter Moth and Costard. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard* broken
in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy
l'envoyt ;-begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'endov; no salve in the mail, sir: 0, sir, plaintain, a plain plaintain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain !
Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : 0, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve?
Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse
to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it:
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee.
Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.
• A head.
+ An old French term for concluding verses, which served either to convey the moral, or to address the poem to some person,
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 goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four. · Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you desire more? Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose,
that's fiat: Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and
loose: Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.
Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this • argument begin? Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a
shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your
argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you
bought; And he ended the market.
Arm. But tell me: how was there a Costard broken in a shin?
Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Motlı; I will
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. 0, marry me to one I'rances :-I smell some t'envoy, some goose, in this.
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immur. ed, restrained, captivated, bound.
Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purga. tion, and let me loose.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this : Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ; (Giving him money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.
(Erit. Moth. Like the sequel, 1.- Signior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew!
(Exit Moth. 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 inkle? a penny:No, I'll give you a remu neration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration !- why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
Biron. O, my good kuave Costard! exceedingly well met.
Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man by for a remuneration.
Biron. What is a remuneration?
Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
Cost. When would you have it done, sir?