three farthings-remuneration.- What's the price of
this inkle? a penny:—No, I'll give you a remunera-
tion: why, it carries it.-Remuneration !-why, it
is a fairer name than French crown.
I will never
buy and sell out of this word.

Enter BIRON.

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

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?

Biron. What is a remuneration?
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing.
Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you!
Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.
Cost. 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; [name,
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
[Gives him money.
Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than
remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most
sweet guerdon!-I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon
-remuneration.
[Exit.
Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have
been love's whip;

A

very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator, and great general
Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!—
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop'
What? I! I love! I sue! 1 seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.

Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Another part of the same.

Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE,
BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and e. Forester.
Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so
Against the steep uprising of the hill? [hard
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;
On Saturday we will return to France.--
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say,
O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! [no?
For. Yes, madam, fair.

Prin.
Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;
[Giving him money,

Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.—
But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
If wounding, then it was to shew my skill,
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill.
And, out of question, so it is sometimes;
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart:
As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be
fit.
[here.

Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest
Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will?
Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one
lady Rosaline.
[of mine:
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend
Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.
I am bound to serve.-
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.
Prin.

Boyet.

We will read it, I swear :

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth itself; have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidí, vici; which to anatomise in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the king; Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; What saw he? the beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? the beggar's: The catastrophe is a nuptial: On whose side? The king's? -u, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Shall I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.

that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?

Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing.
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
Boyet. An I cannot, cannot, cannot,

An I cannot, another can.

[Exeunt Ros. and KATH. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! [did hit it. Mar. A mark marvellous well shot: for they both Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark,

says my lady!

out.

Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith your hand is [hit the clout. Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er Boyet. An if my hand be out, then, belike your hand is in. [the pin. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul. [lenge her to bowl. Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; chalBoyet. I fear too much rubbing; Good night my good owl. [Exeunt BOYET and MARIA. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down! 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar Submissive fall his princely feet before,

Thine, in the dearest design of industry,

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.

And he from forage will incline to play:
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited
this letter?
[better?
What vane? what weather-cock? did you ever hear
Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the
style.
[while.
Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'erit ere-
Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here
in court;
A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
To the prince, and his book-mates.
Prin.

Who gave thee this letter?
Cest.

Thou, fellow, a word:

I told you; my lord.
Pria. To whom should'st thou give it?
Cost.
From my lord to my lady.
Prin. From which lord, to which lady?
Cast. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine;
To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. [away.
Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords,
Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day.
[Exit PRINCESS and train.
Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor?
Res. Shall I teach you to know?
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
Pos.

Finely put off!

Why, she that bears the bow.
[marry,
Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on!

Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Boyet.
And who is your deer?
Res. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come
Fmely put on, indeed!-
[near.
Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she
strikes at the brow.

Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit
her now?

Res. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,

wit!
[were, so fit.
When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
Armatho o' the one side.-Ŏ, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a'
will swear!-

And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit!
Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
Sola, sola!

[Shouting within. [Exit COSTARD, running.

SCENE II.-The same.

Enter HOLOFERNES, Sir NATHANIEL, and DULL. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of calo,-the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,-the soil, the land, the earth.

Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least: But, sir, assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.

I

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to shew, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, -to insert again my haud credo for a deer.

Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket. Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus! O thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look! Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts;

And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be

(Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts
that do fructify in us more than he.
For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
or a fool,
[a school
So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in
But, omne bene, say 1; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind.
Dull. You two are book-men: Can you tell by
your wit,

What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not
five weeks old as yet?

Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good thee not, loves thee not. - - Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.man Dull.

Dull. What is Dictynna?

Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam

was no more;

[score; And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fiveThe allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old : and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd.

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess kill'd, a pricket.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility.

The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty
pleasing pricket;
[with shooting.
Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made sore
The dogs did yell; put I to sore then sorel jumps from
thicket;

Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a hooting.
If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; O sore L!
Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one

more L.

Nath. A rare talent!

Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.

:

Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, re. volutions these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourish'd in the womb of pia mater; and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion: But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or, rather, as Horace says in his--What, my soul, verses? Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege,

domine.

Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear

to love?

Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder,

Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue!

Ovi

Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention ? Imitari, is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But damosella virgin, was this directed to you?

Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of the strange queen's lords.

Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written

unto :

Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may Your Ladyship's in all desired employment, BIRON. my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd by Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with you, and their daughters profit very greatly under the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a seyou: you are a good member of the commonwealth.quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui pauca loquitur: a soul feminine saluteth us.

Enter JAQUENEetta and Costard.

Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Hol. Master person,-quasi pers-on. And if one should be pierced, which is the one?

or by the way of progression, hath miscarried.--Trip
and go, my sweet; deliver this paper into the royal
hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay not
thy compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.
Juq. Good Costard, go with me. - Sir, God save
your life!
Cost. Have with thee, my girl.

[Exeunt CoST. and Jaq. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God,

Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is lik-very religiously; and, as a certain father saith est to a hogshead.

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear co