Abbildungen der Seite

for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swalllowed than a flap-dragon.

Moth. Peace, the peal begins.
ARM. Monsieur, are you not letter'd ?

Moth. Yes, yes, he teaches the boys the horn-book : What is A B spelt backward with a horn on his head?

Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Moth. Ba, most filly sheep, with a horn. You hear his learning :

Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant ?

Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them ; or the fifth, if I.

Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, I.
Moth. The sheep; the other two concludes it, o, u.

Arm. Now by the falt wave of the Mediterranean, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit; snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit.

Moth. Offered by a child to an old man: which is wit old.

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ?
Moth. Horns.
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant; go whip thy gigg.

Moth. Lend me your horn tamake one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa; a gigg of a cuckold's horn.

Cost. An' I had but one penny, in the world, thou shouldt have it to buy ginger-bread; hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, that the heav'ns were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a joyful father would'st thou make me? go to, thou hast it ad dunghill; at the finger's ends, as they say.

Hol. Oh, I smell falfe Latin, duoghill for unguem,

ARM. Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?

Hoz. Or, Mons the hill.
ARM. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain?
Hol. I do, fans question.

ARM. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, in the porterior of this day, which the rude multitude call the after


Hol. The posterior the day, most generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the aiternoon : the word is well cull’d, choice, sweet, and apt, I do assure you, Sir, I do assure.

ARM. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar; I do assure ye, my very good friend ;-for what is inward between us, let it pass—I do beleech thee, remember thy curtesy--1 beseech thee, apparel thy head, -and among other importunate and most serious designs, and of great import indeed too—but let that pass :--for I must tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; fome certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass-the very all of all is--but, sweet heart, I do implore secrefy that the king would have me present the princess (sweet chuck) with some delightful ostentation, or Thow, or pageant, or antick, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of mirth (as it were) I

have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your affif


Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worthies. Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by our aflistance at the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman, before the princess: I say, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.

Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to prefent them.

Hol. Joshua, yourself; this gallant man, Judas Maccabeus; this fwain (because of his great limb or joint) shall pass Pompey the great; and the page, Hercules.

Arm. Pardon, Sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that worthy’s thumb; he is not so big as the end of his club.

Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present Hercules in minority: his Enter and Exit shall be strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.

Moth. An excellent device; fur if any of the audience hiss, you may cry, “well done, Hercules, now thou crush“est the snake;" that is the way to make an offence gracious, tho’ few have the grace to do it.

ARM. For the rest of the worthies,
Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?
Hol. We attend.

ARM. We will have, if this fadge not, an antick. I befeech you, follow.

HOL: Via! good man Dull, thou hast spoken no word all this while.

Dull. Nor understood none neither, Sir.


Hol. Allons; we will employ thee.

DULL. I'll make one in a dance, or fo: or I will play on
the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay.
Hol. Most dull, honest, Dull, to our sport away. (Exeunt.
SCENE III. Before the princess's pavilion.

Enter Princess and ladies.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart.
If fairings come thus plentifully in.
A lady wall'd about with diamonds !
Look you, what I have from the loving king.

Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with That?

Prin. Nothing but this? Yes, as much love in rhime, As would be cram'd up in a sheet of paper, Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all ; That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

Ros. That was the way to make his God-head wax,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

Cath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd your sister.

Cath. He made her melancholy, fad and heavy,
And so she died; had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring fpirit,
She might have been a grandam ere the dy'd,
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light

word? CATH. A light condition, in a beauty.dark. Ros. We need more light to find your meaning out.

Catu. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff : Therefore I'll darkly end the argumert.

Ros. Look, what you do ; and do it still i'ch' dark.

Cath. So do not you, for you are a light wench.
Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light.
Cath. You weigh me not; O, that's you care not for me.
Ros. Great reason; for past cure is still past care

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
But, Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it ? and what is it?

Ros. I would, you knew.
And if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.
The numbers true; and were the numbring too,
I were the faireft goddess on the ground.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter.

PRIN Any thing like ?
Ros. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
PRIN Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
CATH Fair as a text B a copy-book.

Ros. 'Ware pencils. How? let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter.
O, that your face was not so full of Oes !

CATH. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all shrews :
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain ?
Cath. Madam, this glove.
PRIN, Did he not send


twain ?
CATH. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover.
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compil'd, profound fimplicity.

Mar. This, and these pearl, to me sent Longueville ;
The letter is too long by half a mile.


« ZurückWeiter »