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King. No devil will fright thee then so much as
Long. Look, here's thy love; my foot and her face )
fee. Biror. O, if the streets were paved with thine
eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread. Dum. O vile ! then as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as the walk'd over-head. King. But what of this, are we not all in love? Biron. Nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworn.
King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. [prove
Dum. Ay, marry, there ; fome fattery for this
Long. O, fome authority how to proceed ; [evil, Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
Dum. Some salve for perjury.
Biron. 0, 'tis more than need.
stomachs are too young:
Then, when ourselves we fee in ladies' eyes,
with ? Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore finding barren practisers, Scarce shew a harvest of their heavy toil. - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain :
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible,
Or for Love's fake, (a word all women love);
King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, foldiers, to the field !
Birox. Advance your standards, 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 thefe glozes by; Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
King. And win them too; therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their tents.
Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them thiThen homeward every man attach the hand [ther; Of his fair mistress; in the afternoon We will with some strange pastime solace them, Such as the shortness of the time can shape : For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, Forerun fair love, strewing her way with flowers.
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, That will be time, and may by us be fitted,
Biron. Allons ! allons ! fown cockle reap'd no corn;
And justice always whirls in equal measure; Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt.
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reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious ; pleasant without fcurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without herefy. I did converse this quondam
day with a companion of the King's, who is intitled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol, Novi hominem, tanquam te.
His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too piqued, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were; too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most fingular and choice epithet.
[Draws out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the ftaple of his argument, I abhor such phanatical phantasms, such infociable and point-devise companions ; such rackers of orthography, as do speak dout fine, when he should say doubt; det, when he Thould 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 insinuateth me of insanity : Ne intelligis, Domine, to make frantic, lunatic ?
Nath. Laus Deo, bone, intelligo.
Hol. Bone? bone, for benè; Priscian a little scratch'd ; 'twill serve. SCENE II. Enter Armado, Moth, and Coftard.
Nath. Videsne quis venit ?
Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stole the scraps.
Coft. O, they have liv'd long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallow'd than a flap-dragon.
Moth. Peace, the peal begins.
What is A B spelt backward with a horn on his head ?
Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
Moth. Ba, most filly sheep, with a horn. You hear his learning
Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant ?
Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I.
Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, 1.-
Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit ; snip, snap, 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 ?
Hol. Thou disputest 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 cuckold's horn.
Coft. An' I had but one penny in the world, thou fhouldst have it to buy ginger-bread; hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pidgeon-egg of discretion. O, that the heav'ns were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard ! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me? go to, thou hast it ad dunghill ; at the finger's ends, as they say.
Hollo, I smell false Latin, dunghill for unguem.
Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the chargehouse on the top of the mountain ?
Hol. Or mons the hill.
your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Hol. I do, sans question. Arni. Sir, it is the King's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the Princess at her pavilion, in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon :