Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. You are too hard for me. 256 ACT THIRD Scene One [The King of Navarre's Park] Enter Braggart [Armado] and his Boy [Moth]. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing. Moth. [Singing.] Concolinel,— Arm. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; 4 take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love. Moth. Master, will you win your love with a 8 French brawl? Arm. How meanest thou? brawling in French? Moth. No, my complete master; but to jig off 12 a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throat, [as] if you swallowed love by singing 16 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 20 3 Concolinel; cf. n. 9 brawl: dance; cf. n. 18 penthouse-like: porch-like 6 festinately: quickly 13 canary: dance; cf. n. 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 be- 24 tray 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 ex-28 perience? Moth. By my penny of observation. Arm. But O-but 0,— Moth. "The Lobby-horse is forgot.' Arm. Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'? 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. Negligent student! learn her by heart. 32 36 Moth. And out of heart, master: all those 40 three I will prove. Arm. What wilt thou prove? Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: by heart you love 44 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. 24 complements: accomplishments 30 penny: i.e. purchasing medium 35 hackney: i.e. loose woman 48 25 nice: coy 32 Cf. n. Arm. Fetch hither the swain: he must carry 52 me a letter. Moth. A message well sympathized: a horse Yiel to be ambassador for an ass. Arm. Ha, ha! 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! Moth. As swift as lead, sir. Arm. The meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? 56 60 Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no. Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so. 64 Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun? Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he: Moth. Thump, then, and I flee. 68 [Exit.] Arm. A most acute juvenal; volable and free of By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Enter Page [Moth] and Clown [Costard]. 72 Moth. A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l'envoy; begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve 54 well sympathized: i.e. the message is well suited to the bearer 63 Minime: by no means 69 volable: quick of wit 70 welkin: sky 68 Thump: bang! 73 costard: head in the mail, sir. O! sir, plantain, a plain plan- 76 tain: no l'envoy, no l'envoy: no salve, sir, plantain. but a Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my 80 lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O! 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? 84 Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. 88 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. Moth. I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee 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. 92 98 100 104 Would you desire more? 76 mail: bag; cf. n. 86 l'envoy a salve; cf. n. 98 adding: i.e. making 80 spleen: mirth 88 sain: said Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. 108 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. 112 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. 116 Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will 120 speak that l'envoy: I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold and broke my shin. Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Cost. O marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. 124 128 Cost. True, true, and now you will be my pur- 132 gation and let me loose. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from ... 107 hath. bargain; cf. n. 119 sensibly: feelingly 116 market; cf. n. |