Damfel, I must keep her at the Park, fhe is allow'd for the Day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray my self with blushing: Maid. Jaq. Man. Arm. I will vifit thee at the Lodge. Jag. That's here by. Arm. I know where it is fituate. Jaq. Lord how wife you are. Arm. I will tell thee Wonders. Arm. I love thee. Jaq. So I heard you fay. Arm. And fo farewel. Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come Jaquenetta, away. [Exit. [Exeunt. Arm. Villain thou shalt faft for thy Offences e'er thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope when I do it, I fhall do it on a full Stomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you than your Fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this Villain, fhut him up. Moth. Come you tranfgreffing Slave, away. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir, I will be faft being loofe. Moth. No, Sir, that were faft and loofe; thou shalt to Prifon. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry Days of Defolation that I have feen, fome fhall fee. Moth. What fhall fome fee? Coft. Nay nothing, Mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for Prifoners to be filent in their Words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little Patience as another Man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exit. Arm. I do affect the very Ground (which is bafe) where her Shoe (which is bafer) guided by her Foot (which is bafeft) doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great Argument of Falfhood, if I Love. And how can that be true Love, which is falfly attempted? Love is a Familiar, Love is a Devil; there is no evil Angel but Love, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excellent Strength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good Wit. Cupid's But-thaft is too hard for Hercules Club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's Rapier; the first and fecond Caufe will not ferve my turn; the Paffado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his Difgrace is to be call'd Boy; but his Glory is to fubdue Men. Adieu Valour, rust Rapier, be ftill Drum, for your Manager is in Love; yea, he loveth. Affift me fomé extemporal God of Rime, for I am fure I fhall turn Sonnet. Devife Wit, write Pen, for I am for whole Volumes in Folio. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catherine, Boyet, Lords and other Attendantsə Boyet. NOW, Madam, fummon up your deareft Spirits, To whom he fends, and what's his Embassy. Of all Perfection that a Man may owe, Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my Beauty though but mean, Dd2 'Till painful Study fhall out-wear three Years, Tell him the Daughter of the King of France, Lor. Longavile is one. Prin. Know you the Man? Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a Marriage Feast, Between Lord Perigort, and the beauteous Heir In Normandy faw I this Longavile, [Exits A Man of Sovereign Parts he is esteem'd; Moft Power to do most harm, least knowing ill; And much too little of that Good I faw, Is my Report to his great Rofa. Another of these Students at that time, For every Object that the one doth catch, Prin. God blefs mý Ladies, are they all in love? With fuch bedecking Ornaments of Praise? Mar. Here comes Boyet. Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what Admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had Notice of your fair Approach; Were all addreft to meet you, gentle Lady, Enter the King, Longavile, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants. Here comes Navarre. yours, and King. Fair Princefs, welcome to the Court of Navarre. Prin. Fair I give you back again, and welcome I have not yet: The Roof of this Court is too high to be welcome to the wide Fields, too bafe to be mine. King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear Lady, I have fworn an Oath. Prin. Our Lady help my Lord, he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the World, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will fhall break it will, and nothing elfe. King. Your Ladyfhip is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my Lord fo, his Ignorance were wife, Dd3 Where Long. Coftard the Swain, and he fhall be our Sport, And so to study, three Years is but short. Enter Dull and Coftard with a Letter. Dull. Which is the Duke's own Perfon ? Dull. I my felf reprehend his own Perfon, for I am his Grace's Tharborough: But I would fee his own Person in Flesh and Blood. Biron. This is he. Dull. Signior Arme, Arme commends you. There's Villany abroad; this Letter will tell you more. Biron. How low foever the Matter, I hope in God for high Words, Long. A high Hope for a low Heav'n; God grant us Patience. Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing. Long. To hear meekly Sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both. Biron. Well Sir, be it as the Stile fhall give us cause to climb in the Merrinefs. Coft. The matter is to me Sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. Biron. In what manner? 1 Coft. In manner and form, following, Sir, all thofe three. I was feen with her in the Manor-house, fitting with her upon the Form, and taken following her into the Park; which put together, is in manner and form following. Now Sir, for the manner : Is the manner of a Man to speak to a Woman; for the form in fome form.' Biron. For the following, Sir. Caft. As it fhall follow in my Correction, and God defend the right. King, Will you hear this Letter with Attention ? Coft. Such is the Simplicity of Man to hearken after the Flesh. |