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For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe.! A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression2 by some mighty přecedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well.
Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love than my master.
Aside. Arm. Sing, boy ; my spirits grow heavy in love.
Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Arm. I say, sing.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight. nor no penance; but a'must fast three days 2-week: For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman.3 Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid.
(1) Of which she is naturally possessed.
Arm. Take a wou transgressing : I will fast, be
Arm. I love thee.
(Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.
Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, 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.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see
Moth. What shall some see?
Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: 1 thank God, I have as little patience as another man; 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 basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: and how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is a familiar ; love is a devil : there is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempted: and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft2 is too hard for Hercules' club,
(1) Love. • (2) Arrow to shoot at butts with.
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 disgrace is to be called boy ; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
ACT II. SCENE I.—Another part of the same. A pa
rilion and tents at a distance. Enter the Prin cess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine Boyet, Lords, and other attendants. Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest
Than you much willing to be counted wise
1 Lord. Longaville is one. Prin.
Know you the man? Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized, In Normandy saw I this Longaville : A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; 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 match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still
wills It should none spare that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? Mar. They say so most, that inost his humours Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they
grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished
youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; . For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
Ros. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
Now, what admittance, lord ?
(1) Confederates. (2) Prepared.