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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 betray'd without these, and make the men of note (14) : do you note men, that are most affected to these ;

Arm. How haft thou purchas'd this experience ?
Moth. By my pen of observation.
Arm. But O, but o
Moth. The hobby-horse is forgot. (15)



—these betray nice wenches, that would be betray'd with. eut these, and make them men of note. Thus all the editors, with a fagacity worthy of wonder. But who will ever believe, that the odd attitudes and affectations of lovers, by which they betray young wenches, should have power to make those young wenches men of note? This is a transformation, which, I dare say, the poet never thought of.

His meaning is, that they not only inveigle the young Girls, but make the men taken notice of too, who affect them. I reduc'd the passage to good sense, in my SHAKESPEARE restor'd, by cashiering only a single letter : and Mr. Pope, in his last impression, has vouchsaf'd to embrace my correction. (15) Arm. But 0, but 0 -

Moth. The hobby-horse is forgot.] The hunour of this reply of Moth's to Armado, who is fighing in love, cannot be taken without a little explanation: nor why there should be any room for making such a reply. A quotation from Hamlet will be neceffary on this occafion;

ór else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the bobby-borse, whose Epitaph is, For ob! for oh! the Hobby-borse is forgot.

And another from Beaumont and Fletcher in their Women pleased. Soto. Shall the Hobby- borse be forgot then?

The hopeful Hobby borse ? Înall he lie founder'd ? In the rites formerly observ’d for the celebration of May-day, besides those now us’d of hanging a pole with garlands, and dancing round it, a boy was drest up representing maid Marian ; another, like a Friar; and another rode on a Hobby-borse, with bells jingling, and painted streamers. After the Reformation took place, and Precisians multiplied, thefe latter rites were look'd upon to favour of Paganism; and then maid Marian, the Friar, and the poor Hobby-borse were turn'd out of the games. Some, who were not so wisely precise, but regretted the disuse of the Hobby-horse, no doubt, satiriz'd this suspi. cion of idolatry, and archly wrote the Epitaph above alluded to. Now Moth, hearing Armado groan ridiculously, and cry out, But ob! but ob! humourosly pieces out his exclamation with the sequel of

Arm. Call it 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.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.
Moth. And out of heart, maler : all those three I

will prove:

Arm. what wilt thou prove ?

Moth. A man, if I live. And this by, is, and out of, 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. Fetch hither the swain, he mut carry me a letter.

Moth. A message well sympathiz'd; a horse to be embassador for an ass.

Arm. Ha, ha; what say'st thou ?

Moth. Marry, Sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gated : but I go.

Arm. The way is but short; away.
Moth. As swift as lead, Sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
's not lead a metal heavy, dull and flow?

Moth. Minimè, honest mafter ; or rather, master, no. Arm. I say, lead is flow.

this epitaph: which is putting his master's love-tation, and the loss of the Holb;- horse, on a footing. The Zealot's deteftation of this Hobby-horse, I think is excellentiv fnecr'd at by B. Yonjen in his Bartholomew-fair. In this Comedy, Raiby-Busy, a Puritan, is brought into the fair: and being ask'd by the toyman to buy Rattles, Drums Babies, Hobby-horses, &c. He iinmediately in his zeal cries out:

Peace, with thy apocryphal wares, thcu prophane publican! Thy Bells, Thy Dragons, and thy Tobit's dogs. Thy Hobby-korse is an idol, a very idol, a fierce and rank idol; and thou the Nchuchado nezzar, the proud Nebuchadnezzar of the fair, that fei'it it up for children to fall down to and worship.

Moth. You are too swift, Sir, to say so.
Is that lead flow, Sir, which is fired from a gun?

Arm. Sweet smoak of rhetorick?
He reputes me a cannon ; and the bullet, that's he:
I lhoot thee at the swain.
Moth. Thump then, and I fly.

[Exit. Arm. A most acute Juvenile, voluble and free of grace; By thy favour, sweet wekin, I must figh in thy face, Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd.

Re-enter Moth and Costard. Moth. A wonder, mafter, here's a Costardbroken in a shin: Arm. Someenigma, some riddle; come, thyl’envoybegin:

Ceft. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no falve in the male, Sir. O Sir, plantan, a plain plantan; no l'envoy, no l'envey, or salve, Sir, but plantan.

Arm. By virtue, thou enforceft laughter ; thy filly thought, my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O pardon me, my itars; doth the inconfiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve ?

Moth. Doth the wise think them other ? is not l'ena

voy a salve ?

do you

Arm. No, page, it is an epilogue or discourse, to

make plain Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been fain. I will example it. Now will I begin your moral, and

follow with my l'envoy.
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; says 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. A good l'envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire more ?


Coff. The boy hath sold him a bargain; a goose that's.

flat; Sir, your penny-worth 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 ; I, that's a fat goose.

Arm. Come hither, come hither; How did this argument begin?

Moth. By saying, that a Coftard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for a l'envoy.

Coft. True, and I for a plantan; Thus came the 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.

Coff. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth,
I will speak that l'envoy.
I Cofiard running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Coft. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah, Costard, I will infranchise thee..

Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; I smell some Pene voy, some goose in this.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty ; enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert immur'd, restrained, captivated, boạnd.

Coft. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, 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 fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta ; there is remuneration ; for the best ward of mine how nours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu.

[Exit. Coft. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony Few! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remune


ration !

ration ! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : three farthings remuneration : What's the price of this incle ? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration !-why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (16). I will never buy and sell out of this word.

Enter Biron. Biron. O my good knave Costard, exceedingly well met.

Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?

Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Coft. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing.
Biron..0, why then three farthings worth of filk.
Coft. I thank your worship, God be with you.

Biron. O stay, slave, I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, my good knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall intreat.

Coft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.
Cofi. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knoweft not what it is.
Coff. I Mall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.
Coff. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.

Biron. It must be done this afternoon.
Hark, slave, it is but this :
The Princess comes to hunt here in the park:
And in her train there is a gentle Lady;
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her; ask for her,
And to her sweet hand see thou do commend
This seal'd up counsel. There's thy guerdon ; go.

Coft. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon! better than re, muneration, eleven pence farthing better: most sweet

(16) Nc, I'll give you a remuneration : why ? it carries its remuneration. Why? it is a fairer name than a French-crown.] Thus this paífage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any regard to common sense, or meaning. The reform, that I have inade, Night as it is, makes it both inte!ligible and humorous,


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