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poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-fovereignty
Only for praise-fake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues her lord.

Enter Costard.
PRIN. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.

Cost. Good dig-you-den all; pray you, which is the head lady?

PRIN. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
PRIN. The thickest and the tallest..

Cost. The thickest and the tallest? it is so, truth is truth,
An' your waste, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o' these maids girdles for your waste should be fit.
Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.

Prin. What's your will, Sir, what's your will?
Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one lady

Prin. O thy letter, thy letter: he's a good friend of

Stand aside, good bearer. -Boyet, you can carve;


Boyet. I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

Prin. We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.

Break up

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 Zenelo. ophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, « vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar (O base and ob« scure 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 fee?

to overcome. To whom came he? to the beggar. What « saw he? the beggar. Whom overcame he ? the beggar. “The conclusion is victory: on whose fide ? the king's ; « the captive is enrich’d: on whose fide ? the beggar's. “ The catastrophe is a nuptial : on whose fide ? the king's ?

no, both in one, or one in both. I am the king (for so “ stands the comparison) thou the beggar, for fo 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 re“ply, I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy pic“ ture, and my heart on thy every part.

« Thine in the dearest design of industry,

Don ADRIANDO DE ARMADO." Thus doft thou hear the Nemean lion roar

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standeft as his preyi Submissive fall his princely feet before,

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

What vane ; what weathercock ? did you ever hear better?

BOYET. I am much deceived, but I remember the stile.
Prin. Else your memory is ng o'er it ere while.
Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in

A phantasme, a monarcho, and one that makes sport
To the prince, and his book-mates.

Prin. Thou, fellow, a word;
Who gave thee this letter ?

Cost. I told you; my lord.
PRIN. To whom shouldst thou give it ?
Cost. From my lord to my lady.
Prin. From which lord to which lady?

Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France, that he callid Rosaline,
Prin. Thou hast mistaken this letter. Come, lords,

Here, sweet, put up this ; 'twill be thine another day.

[Exit Princess attended.
BOYET. Who is the shooter? who is the shooter ?
Ros. Shall I teach you to know ?
Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty.
Ros. Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off.

Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns : but if thou marry,
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on.

Ros. Well then, I am the shorter,
BOYET, And who is your deer?


Ros. If we chuse by horns, yourself; come not near. Finely put on indeed. Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and the strikes

at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?

Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin 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 Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

Ros. “ Thou can't not hit it, hit hit, hit it. [Singing. “ Thou canst not hit it, my good man.”

BOYET. " An' I cannot, cannot, cannot ; An' I cannot, another can.”

[Exit Ros, Cost, By my troth, most pleasant ; how both did fit it. MAR. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did

hit it. BOYET. A mark? 0, mark but that mark! a mark, says

my lady; Let the mark have a prick in't ; to meet at if it may be.

Mar. Wide o'th'bow-hand; i'faith your hand is out. Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the

clout. Boxer. An' if my hand be out, then, belike, your hand

is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pia. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily ; your lips grow

foul. Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, Sir, challenge

her. to bowl.


Boyet. I fear too much rubbing ; good night my good .owl.

(Exeunt all but Costard. Cost. By my soul, a swain ; a most simple clown! Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down ! O’my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar wit, When it comes fo smoothly off, so obscenely; as it were,

so fit. Armado o'th' one side---0, 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 he will

fwear : And his page o't'other side, that handful of wit; Ah, heaven's! it is a most pathetical nit. (Exit Costard.

[Shouting within. SCENE II. Enter Dull, Holofernes, and Sir Nathanael.

NATH. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

Hol. The deer was (as you know) fanguis, in blood; ripe as a pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of Cælo, the sky, the welkin, the heav'n; 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, I assure you it was a buck of the first head.

Hou. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Molt barbarous intimation ; yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in the way of explication; facere, as it were, replication; or rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination; after his undressed, unpolished,

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