will prove,

Arm. Call’ft 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, master: all those three I

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Arm. What wilt thou prove?

Moth. A man, if I live : And this by, in, 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.

Ärm. Fetch hither the swain, he must 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.
Mob. As swift as lead, Sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious?
Is not lead of metal heavy, dull and Now?

Moth. Minimè, honeft master; or racher master, no.

of the games. Some who were not so wisely precise, but regretted the dituse of the Hobby-horse, no doubt, satiriz'd this suspicion of idolatry, and archly wrote the epitaph above alluded to. Now Moth, hearing Ármado groan ridiculously, and cry out, But ob! but oh! humouroully pieces out his exclamation with the fequel of this epitaph. Mr. Theobald.

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Arm. I say, lead is now.

Motb. You are too swift, Sir, to say so.
Is that lead Now, Sir, which is fir'd from a gun?

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

[Exit. Arm. A most acute Juvenile, voluble and free of

grace;
By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face.
Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.
My herald is return'd.

II.

S с E N E

Re-enter Moth and Costard.
Motb. A wonder, master, here's a Costard broken

in a shin.
Arm. Some enigma, fome riddle; come, thy l'envoy

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

Arm. By vertue, thou enforceft laughter ; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my 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 falve?

Motb. Doth the wise think them other is not l'envoy a salve ? Arm. No, page, it is an epilogue or discourse, to

make plain. Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been fain. I will example it. 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.

There's

There's the moral, now the l'envoy.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy ; fay the moral again.
Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

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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 goose; would you de-

sire more?
Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain ; a goose,

that's fiat;
Sir, your penny-worth is good, an' your goose be fat.
To fell 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 Costard was broken in a

shin.
Then callid

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.

Coft. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth.
I will speak that l'envoy.
Cotard running out, that was fafely 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 in franchise thee.

Coft. O, marry me to one Francis ; 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 immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound.

Cost.

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Cost. 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 honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

[Exit. Moth. 3 Like the sequele, I. Signior Caftard, adieu.

(Exit. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, 4 my in-cony jewel! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings : three farthings remuneration: What's the price of this incle a penny. 5 No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration! why, it is a fairer name than a French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.

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 ?

3 Like the sequel, I.] Sequele, in french, fignifies a great man's train. The joke is that a single page was all his train.

4 my in-cony Jew!] Incony or kany in the north signifies, fine, delicate-- as a kony, thing, a fine thing. It is plain therefore, we fhould read, my in-cony JEWEL.

5 No, I'll give you a remuneration: Why? It carries its remuneration. Why? It is a fairer name than a French crown.] Thus this passage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any regard to common sense, or meaning. The reform, that I bave made, flight as it is, makes it both intelligible and humourous. Mr. Theobald.

Coft.

Coft

. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O, why then three farthings worth of filk. Coft. I thank your worship, God be with you.

Biron. O stay, Nave, I must employ thee:
As thou wile 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.
Coft. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knoweft not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know firft.
Coft. I will come to your worship to morrow

morning
Biron. It must be done this afternoon.
Hark, Nave, 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 fweetly, 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,- 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 critick; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal more magnificent. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This * Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms, 4 Signior Junio's] By this is meant youth in general.

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