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Arm. I do betray myself with blushing; maid,
[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.
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.
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Before the King of Navarre's Palace.
Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Ca
tharine, Boyer, Lords and other attendants.
Confider, whom the King your father sends;
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
you much willing to be counted wise,
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,
Buyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. (Exit.
Prin. Al pride is willing pride, and yours is fo;
Lord. Longueville is one.
Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast,
, 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.
• Well fitted, is well quali- + Matcbd wit), is combined.
or joined with. K 2
And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit.
Rofa. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies: are they all in love,
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ;