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Moth. No, Sir ; that were fast and loose : | Haste, signify so much ; while we attend, thou shalt to prison.

Like humbly-visag'd suitors, his high will. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. of desolation that I have seen, some shall see

(Erit. Moth. What shall some see?

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours Cost Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what

is so.they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be Who are the votaries, my loving lords, too silent in their words; and, therefore, I That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? will say nothing: I thank God, I have as little 1 Lord. Longaville is one. patience as another man; and, therefore, I can Prin. Know you the man? be quiet.

Mar. I know him, madam; ata marriage feast, [Exeunt Moth and COSTARD. Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Arm. I do affect* the very ground, which is of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized, base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided In Normandy saw I this Longaville: by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; shall be forsworn, (which is a great argument Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arins : of falsehood,) if I love:

And how can that be Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, a familiar: love is a devil: there is no evil(If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,). angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempt. Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; ed: and he had an excellent strength: yet was Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will Solomon so seduced: and he had a very good

still wills

(power. wit. Cupid's butt-shaftt is too hard for Her- It should none spare that come within his cules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn ; the passado he re- Mar. They say so most, that most his huspects not, the duello he regards not: his dis

mours know, grace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they subdue men. Adien, valour! rust, rapier! be

grow. still, drum ! for your manager is in love; yea, Who are the rest? be loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomrhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. plish'd youth, Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd:' (ill ; volumes in folio.

[Exit. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ACT II.

For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, SCENE I.–Another part of the same.-A Pa- I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ;

And shape to win grace though he had no wit. rilion and Tents at a distance.

And much too little of that good I saw, Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Is my report, to his great worthiness.

MARIA, KATHARINE, Boyet, Lords, and other Ros. Another of these students at that time, Attendants.

Was there with him: if I have heard a truth, Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dear-Biron they call him; but a merrier man, estt spirits :

Within the limit of becoming mirth, Consider who the king your father sends;

I never spent an hour's talk

withal': To whom he sends; and what's his embassy :

His eye begets occasion for his wit; Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem; The other turns to a mirth-moving

jest ;

For every object that the one doth catch,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Matchless Navarre ; the plea of no less weight That aged ears play truant at his tales,

Delivers in such apt and gracious words, Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

And younger hearings are quite ravished; As nature was in making graces dear,

So sweet and voluble is his discourse. When she did starve the general world beside, That every one her own hath garnished

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they allin love;
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prín. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though With such bedecking, ornaments of praise ?
but mean,

Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,

Re-enter Boyet.
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : Prin. Now, what admittance, lord ?
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair ap-
Than you much willing to be counted wise

proach; In spending your wit in the praise of mine. And he, and his competitors* in oath, But now to task the tasker, -Good Boyet, Were all address'dt to meet you, gentle lady You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,

Before I came. Marry, thus inuch I have

learnt,
Till painful study shall out-wear three years, He rather means to lodge you in the field,
No woman may approach his silent couri : (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
Therefore to us seemnetb it a needful course, Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,

To let you enter his unpeopled house.
To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf, Here comes Navarre,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you

[The Ladies mask. As our best-moving fair solicitor :

Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,

und Attendants. On serious business, craving quick despatch, King. Fair princass, welcome to the court lanpórtunes personal conference with bis grace.

of Navarre. gea † Arrow to shoot at butts with. Best

Prezret

* Confederates,

Sworn.

Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, From reason's yielding, your fair self should welcome I have not yet : the roof of this court

make is too high to be yours; and welcome to the A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, wild fields too base to be mine.

And go well satisfied to France again. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my Prin. You do the king my father too much court.

wrong, Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me And wrong the reputation of your name, thither.

In so unseeming to confess receipt King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn of that which hath so faithfully been paid, an oath.

King: I do protest, I never heard of it, Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for- And, if you prove it,'I'll repay it back,

Or yield up Aquitain. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my Prin. We arrest your word : will.

Boyet, you can produce acquittances, Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and For such a sum, from special officers nothing else.

Of Charles his father. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. King. Satisfy me so. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is wise,

(rance.

not come, Where* now his knowledge must prove igno- Where that and other specialties are bound; I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keep- To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. ing:

King. It shall suffice me: at which inter. Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, All liberal reason I will yield unto. (view, And sin to break it:

Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; As honour, without breach of honour, may To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

Make tender of to thy true worthiness : Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

But here without you shall be so receiv'd,

[Gives a paper. As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Though so denied fair harbour in my house.

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; | Your own good thoughts excuse me, and fareFor you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay.

well: Biron. Did not I dance with you in Bra: To-morrow shall we visit you again. bant once?

Prin. Sweet health and sair desires consort Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant

your grace! once ?

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every Biron. I know, you did.

place! (Exeunt King and his Train. Ros. How needless was it then

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own To ask the question!

heart. Biron. You must not be so quick.

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I Ros. 'Tis ʼlong of you that spur me with such would be glad to see it. questions.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Ros. Is the fool sick?
'twill tire.

Biron. Sick at heart.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. What time o' day?

Biron. Would that do it good?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Ros. My physic says, I.* Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Ros. No poynt,t with my knite. Biron. And send you many lovers !

Biron. Now, God save thy life! Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Ros. And yours from long living! Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. (Retiring. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;

is that same? Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her Disbursed by my father in his wars.

name. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you Receiv'd that sum ; yet there remains unpaid

well.

(Exit. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the Long. I beseech you a word ; What is she ir One part of Aquitain is bound to us, (which,

the white ? Although not valued to the money's worth. Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her If then the king your father will restore

in the light. But that one hali which is unsatisfied,

Long. Perchance, light in the light: I deWe will give up our right in Aquitain,

sire her name. And hold fair friendship with his majesty. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to deBut that, it seems, he little purposeth,

sire that, were a shame. For here he doth demand to have repaid

Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter? An hundred thousand crowns; and not de- Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. mands,

Long. God's blessing on your beard !
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended :
To have his title live in Aquitain;

She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Which we much rather had departt withal, Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
And have the money by our father lent, She is a most sweet lady.
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may ba.
Daar princess, were not his requests so far

(Exit LONGAVILLE Whereas

+ Part.

• Aye, yes. + A French particle of negation.

Biron. What's her name, in the cap?

ACT III.
Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no ?

SCENE I.-Another part of the same.
Boyet. To her will, Sir, or so.

Enter ARMADO and Motk,
Biron. You are welcome, Sir; adieu!
Boyet. Farewell
to me, Sir, and welcome to

Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my you. [Exit BÍRON.–Ladies unmask.

sense of hearing. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap

Moth. ConcolinelNot a word with him but a jest. [lord;

[Singing

Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years ; Boyet. And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at take this key, give enlargement to the swain, his word.

bring him festinately* hither; I must employ

him in a letter to my love. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was

Moth. Master, will you win your love with a to board.

French brawl?t Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!

Arm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? Boyet. And wherefore not ships? [lips.

Moth. No, my complete master; but to jig No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your off a tune at the tongue's

end, canary: to it Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that with your feet, humour it with turning up your

finish the jest? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; some[Offering to kiss her. love with singing love; sometime through the

time through the throat, as if you swallowed Mar. Not so, gentle beast;

[be. My lips are no common, though several* they nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love;

with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of Boyet. Belonging to whom ? Mer. To my fortunes and me.

your eyes; with your arms crossed on your Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gen- your hands in your pocket, like a man after

thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or tles, agree:

the old painting; and keep not too long in one The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis ments, these are humours; these betray nice

tune, but a snip and away: These are compleabused.

wenches—that would be betrayed without Boyet. If my observation, (which very sel- these ; and

make them men of note,

(do you dom lies,)

(eyes, By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with note, men ?) that most are affected to these.

Arm. How hast thou purchased this expe- !. Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

rience? Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle,

Moth. By my penny of observation.

Arm. But 0,-but 0,affected. Prin. Your reason?

Moth. —the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse ? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make

Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a their retire

[sire : to the court of his eye, peeping thorough de: colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. Bu His heart, like an agate, with your print im

have you forgot your love?

Arm. Almost I had. pressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:

Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.

Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be; three I will prove. His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Moth. And out of heart, master: all those All senses to that sense did make their repair, Arm. What wilt thou prove? To feel only looking on fairest of fair:, [eye, Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his without, upon the instant: By heart you love

Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; her, because your heart cannot come by her: Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where in heart you love her, because your heart is in . they were glass'd,

love with her; and out of heart you love her, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.'.) His face's own margent did quote such amazes,

Arm. I am all these three. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:

Moth. And three times as much more, and I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving yet nothing at all

Arm. Fetch bither the swain; he must carry kiss.

me a letter. Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd

Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse

to be ambassador for an ass! Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd:

Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? I only have made a mouth of his eye,

Moth. Marry, Sir, you must send the ass upon By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. the horse, for

he is very slow-gaited : But I go. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and

Arm. The way is but short; away.

Moth. As swift as lead, Sir. speak'st skilfully: Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for

Moth. Miminè, honest master; or rather, mas her father is but grim.

ter, no.

Arm. I say, lead is slow. Boyet. Do you hear my mad wenches ?

Moth. You are too swift,s Sir, to say so: Mar. No.

Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?
Boyet. What then, do you see?

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me. (Exeunt. * Hastily.

+ A kind of dance

Canary was the name of a spright dann • A quibble, several signified upinclosed bands.

Quick, ready.

a

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's Cost. O, marry me to one Frances: I smell I shoot thee at the swain.

she :- some l'enroy, some goose, in this. Moth. Thump then, and I flee. (Erit. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free at liberty, entreedoming thy person; thou wert of grace!

immured, restrained, captivated, bound. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in Cost. True, true; 'and now you will be my thy face :

purgation, and let me loose. Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from My herald is return'd.

durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee

nothing but this: Bear this significant to the Re-enter Moth and COSTARD.

country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneraMoth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard* tion; (Giving him money.) for the best ward of broken in a shin.

mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy Moth, follow.

[Erit. l'envoy ;t-begin.

Moth. Like the sequel, 1.-Signior Costard, Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no

adieu. salve in the mail, Sir: 0, Sir, plantain, a plain Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh ! my inplantain; no l'envoy, no lentoy, no salve, Sir,

cony* Jew!

[Exit Moth. but a plantain!

Now will I look to his remuneration. Remu. Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy neration ! O, that's the Latin word for three șilly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my farthings: three farthings—remuneration.-lungs provokes me to ridículous smiling: 0, What's the price of this inkle? a penny :-No, I'll pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.take salve for "l'envoy, and the word, l'encoy, Remuneration !-why, it is a fairer name than for a salve?

French crown. I will never buy and sell out Moth. Do the wise think them other ? is not of this word. l'envoy a salve ?

Enter BIRON. Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain

Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! exceed. Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been ingly well met. I will example it:

[sain. Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. What is a remuneration ? There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.

Cost. Marry, Sir, halfpenny farthing. Moth. I will add the l'enroy: Say the moral Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of again.

silk. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Cost. I thank your worship: God be with

Were still at odds, being but three :
Moth. Until the goose came out of door, Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:

And stay'd the odds by adding four. As thou wilt win my favour, good any knave, Now will I begin your moral, and do you fol- Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. low with my l'enroy.

Cost. When would you have it done, Sir? The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Biron. O, this afternoon. Were still at odds, being but three:

Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: Fare you well, Arm. Until the goose came out of door,

Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. Staying the odds by adding four.

Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. Moth. A good l'enroy, ending in the goose; Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Would you desire more?

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Cost. "The boy hath sold him a bargain, a morning. goose, that's flat:

[fat.- Biron. It must be done this afternoon, Hark, Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be slave, it is but this ;To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast The princess comes to hunt here in the park, and loose:

And in her train there is a gentle lady; Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. When tongues speak sweetly, then they name Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did

her name, this argument begin?

And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken And to her white hand see thou do commend in a shin.

This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;t Then call’d you for the l'envoy.

[Gives him money. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came Cost. Guerdon,–0 sweet guerdon! better your argument in;

than remuneration ; elevenpence farthing bet Then the boy's fat l'enroy, the goose that you ter: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, Sir, in And he ended the market.

[bought; print. :-Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. 0 !-And I, forsooth, in love! f, that broken in a shin?

have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ; speak that l'envoy:

A domineering pedant o'er the boy, 1, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. This wimpled, § wiping, purblind, wayward Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.

boy; Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, An old French term for concluding verses, which Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, termed either to convey the moral, or to address the poem * Delightfu).

+ Reward. to somne penon.

With the utmost exactness.

Hooded, veiled

you!

go.

A head.

Dread prince of plärkets,* king of codpieces, As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill [ill. Sole imperator, and great general

The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no Of trotting paritors, to my little heart ! - Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that selfAnd I to be a corporal of his field,

sovereignty And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! Lords o'er their lords? A woman, that is like a German clock,

Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may Still a repairing ; ever out of frame;

To any lady that subdues a lord. [afford And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right?

Enter COSTARD. Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all; Prin. Here comes a member of the commonAnd, among three, to love the worst of all;

wealth. A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

Cost. God dig-you-den* all! Pray you, which With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; is the head lady? Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: rest that have no heads. And I to sigh for her! to watch for her! Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague

Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. That Cupid will impose for my neglect

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; Of his almighty dreadful little might.

truth is truth.

(wit, Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my groan;

One of these maids' girdles for your waist Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.

should be fit. [Exit. Are not you the chief woman? you are the

thickest here. ACT IV.

Prin. What's your will, Sir? what's your will? SCENE 1.- Another part of the same. Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KA

one lady Rosaline. AARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a

Prin. (), thy letter, thy letter; he's a good FORESTER.

friend of mine;

(carve; Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his Break up this capon.t.

Stand aside, good bearer.--Boyet, you can horse so hard

Boyet. I am bound to serve.Against the steep uprising of the hill?

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was It is writ to Jaquenetta. not he.

Prin. We will read it, I swear : (ear. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mount- Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ing mind.

Boyet. [Reads.] By heuren, that thou art fair, Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; On Saturday we will return to France.

truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, fair, beautiful than beauteous; truer than truth That we must stand and play the murderer in? 'itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder The magnanimous and most illustrate; king Cophcoppice;

etua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot in the rulgar, ( Obuse and obscure rulgar!) vide

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. licet, he came, saw, and overcame : he came, one ; Prin. What, whát? first praise me, and again saw, tuo; orercamé, three. Who cume? the king;

Why did he come? to see; Why did he see? to O short-liv'd pride! Not fair ? alack for woe! overcome: To whom came he? to the beggar; Whut For. Yes, madam, fair.

EJW he? the beggar; Who orercame he? the beg. Prin. Nay, never paint me now; [brow. gar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; On

[Giring him money. whose side? the king's?–10, on both in one, or Fair payment for foul words is more than due. one in both. I am the king; for so stands the For. Nothing but fair is that which you in comparison: thou the beggar; for so witnesseth herit.

thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may: Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by Shall I enforce thy lore? I could : Shall I entreat O heresy in fair, fit for these days! (merit. thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair rugs? robes ; For tittles, titles; For thysell, me. praise.

Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on But come, the bow :-Now mercy goes to kill, thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, und my heart on And shooting well is then accounted ill.

thy every part. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. If wounding, then it was to show my skill, Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar That more for praise, than purpose, meant to 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his kill.

prey; And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Submissive fall his princely feet before, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes; [part, And he from forage will incline to play: When,

for fame's sake, for praise, an outward But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou thent We bend to that the working of the heart: Food for his rage, repasture for his dos. Petticoats.

* God give you good even. + Open this better. The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations.

1 Illustrious.

say, no?

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