Imatges de pÓgina

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing; maid,
Jag. Man,
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq. That's here by:
Arm. I know, where it is situate.
Jaq. Lord, how wife you are!
Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq. With that face?
Arm. I love theè.
Jaq. So I heard you say.
Arm. And so farewel.
Jaq. Fair' weather after you!
. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt Dull and Jaqueñetta. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned.

Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain, shut him up.
Moth. Come you transgressing slave, away.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, Sir ; I will fast, being loose.

Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loose ; thou shalt to prison.

3 Maid. Fair weather after Weather after you must be you. Come, Jaquenetta, away. ] spoken by Jaquenetta; and then Thus all the printed Copies : but that Dull says to her, Come Jathe Editors have been guilty of quenetta, away, as I have regumuch Inadvertence. They make lated the Text. THEOBALD. Jaquenetta, and a Maid enter; Mr. Theobald has endeavoured whereas Jaquenetta is the only here to dignify his own induftry Maid intended by the Poet, and by a very night performance. is committed to the Custody The folios all read as he reads, of Dull, to be conveyed by him except that instead of naming to the Lodge in the Park. This the persons they give their chabeing the Case, it is evident to racters, enter Clown, Confiable, Demonstration, that Fair and Wench.


Coft. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome shall fee

Moth. What shall fome fee?

Coft. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in their words, and therefore I will say nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another inan, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Costard.

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is baseft, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted ? Love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Salomon fo seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butshaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and second cause will not serve my turn’; the Passado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call’d boy ; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier ! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Allist me fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am sure, I shall turn fonneteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.


4 It is not for prisoriers to be s The first and second cause will filent in their words.] I suppose not ferve my turl.] See the lift we should read, it is not for pri- act of As you like it with the Soners to be filent in their wards, notes. that is, in custody, in the holds.





S. CE N E I.

Before the King of Navarre's Palace.

Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Ca

tharine, Boyer, Lords and other attendants.

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OW, Madam, fammon up your dearest fpirits;

Confider, whom the King your father sends;
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy.
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre ; the plea, of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a Queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted Aourish of your praise ;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues

I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,

you much willing to be counted wise,
In spending thus your wit in praise of mine.
But now, to task the tasker ; good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
'Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his filent Court;
Therefore to us feems it a needful course,

Chapman here seems to signi- The meaning is, that the estimafy the seller, not, as now com- tion of beauty depends not on tbe monly, the buyer. Cheap or uttering or proclamation of the cheping was anciently Market, feller, but on the eye of the buyer. Chopran therefore is Marketman.


Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we fingle you
As our best-moving fair follieitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of Frante,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes personal conterence with his Grace.
Haste, fignify to much, while we attend,
Like humble-visag'a suitors, his high will.

Buyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. (Exit.

Prin. Al pride is willing pride, and yours is fo;
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King ?.

Lord. Longueville is one.
Prin. Know you the man?

Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast,
Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Faulconbridge solemnized.
In Normandy saw I this Longueville

, A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid ; * Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms, Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) Is a sharp wit t, match'd with two blunt a will; Whofe edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should spare none, that come within his power.

Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike. "Is't fo? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know.

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?
Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplishd

Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d.
Most power to do most harm, leaft knowing ill ;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,

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And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alenfon's once,
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.

Rofa. Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, as I have heard o'truth;
Biron they call him ; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object, that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales;
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Prin. God bless my ladies: are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise !

Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Enter Boyet.

Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?

Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ;
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all addrest to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I've learnt,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his Court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.


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