Enter Moth and Coftard.

Moth. A Wonder, Mafter, here's a Coftard broken in a Shin.

Arm. Some Enigma, fome Riddle, no Lenvoy, begin.

Coft. No Egma, no Riddle, no Lenvoy, no Salve, in the Male, Sir. O Sir, Plantan, a plain Plantan; no Lenvoy, no Lenvoy, or Salve, Sir, but Plantan.

Arm. By Vertue thou inforceft Laughter, thy filly Thought, my Spleen, the heaving of my Lungs provokes me to ridiculous Smiling: O pardon me my Stars, doth the inconfiderate take Salve for Lenvoy, and the word Lenvoy for a Salve ?

Moth. Do the Wife think them other, is not Lenvoy a Salve ?

(plain Arm. No Moth, it is an Epilogue or Difcourfe to make Some obfcure Precedence that hath tofore been fain. Now will I begin your Moral, and do you follow with my Lenvoy.

The Fox, the Ape, and the Humble-bee,

Were still at odds, being but three.

Moth. Until the Goose came out of Door,
Staying the odds by adding four.

A good Lenvoy, ending in the Goofe; would

more?

you defire

Coft. The Boy hath fold him a Bargain, a Goose that's flat, Sir your penny-worth is good, and your Goose be fat. To fell a Bargain well is as cunning as faft and loose. Let me fee a fat Lenvoy, I that's a fat Goofe.

Arm. Come hither, come hither;

How did this Argument begin?

Moth. By faying that a Coftard was broken in a Shin.

Then call'd you for a Lenvoy.

Coft. True, and I for a Plantan;

Thus came your Argument in;

Then the Boys fat Lenvoy, the Goofe that you bought. And he ended the Market.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a Shin?

Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.

Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth,

I will fpeak that Lenvoy.

I Coftard running out, that was fafely within,
Fell over the Threshold, and broke my Shin.
Arm. We will talk no more of this Matter.
Coft. 'Till there be more Matter in the Shin.
Arm. Sirrah, Coftard, I will infranchise thee.

Coft. O, Marry me to one Francis, Ifmell fome Lenvoy, fome Goose in this.

Arm. By my fweet Soul, I mean fetting thee at Liber ty. Enfreedoming thy Perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.

Coft. True, true, and now you will be my Purgation, and let me loofe.

Arm. I give thee thy Liberty, fet thee from durance, and in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant to the Country-Maid Jaquenetta; there is Remuneration, for the beft ward of mine Honours is rewarding my Dependants. Moth, follow.

Moth. Like the Sequel I. Signior Coftard adieu.

[Exit.

Ceft. My fweet Ounce of Man's Flefh, my in-cony Jew: Now will I look to his Remuneration.

Remuneration, O, that's the Latin Word for three Farthings: Three Farthings Remuneration, What's the Price of this Incle? five Farthings. No, I'll give you a Remuneration: Why? It carries its Remuneration: Why? It is a fairer Name than a French-Crown. I will never buy and fell out of this Word.

Enter Biron.

Biron. O my good Knave Coftard, exceedingly well met.' Coft. Pray you Sir, how much Carnation Ribbon may a Man buy for a Remuneration?

Biron. What is a Remuneration?

Coft. Marry Sir, half-penny Farthing.

Biron. O, why then three Farthings worth of Silk.
Coft. I thank your Worship, God be with you.
Biron. Oftay Slave, I muft employ thee:

As thou wilt win my Favour, my good Knave,
Do one thing for me that I fhall intreat.
Coft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O this Afternoon.

Caft. Well, I will do it Sir: Fare you well.

'Till painful Study fhall out-wear three Years,
No Woman may approach his filent Court;
Therefore to's feemeth it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden Gates,
To know his Pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your Worthinefs, we fingle you
As our beft moving fair Sollicitor.

Tell him the Daughter of the King of France,
On ferious Bufinefs, craving quick Dispatch,
Importunes perfonal Conference with his Grace.
Hafte, fignific fo much, while we attend,
Like humble vifag'd Sutors, his high Will.
Boyet. Proud of Imployment, willingly I go.
Prin. All Pride is willing Pride, and yours is fo;

[Exit.

Who are the Votaries, my loving Lords, that are Vow-fellows with this virtuous Duke?

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
Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized.

In Normandy faw I this Longavile,

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 Glofs,
(If Virtue's Glofs will ftain with any Soil,)
Is a sharp Wit match'd with too blunt a Will;
Whose Edge has Power to cut, whofe Will ftill wills,
It fhould none fpare that come within his Power.
Prin. Some merry-mocking Lord belike, is't fo?
Mar. They fay fo moft, that most his Humours know.
Prin. Such fhort-liv'd Wits do wither as they grow.
Cath. The young Dumain, a well accomplish'd Youth,
Of all that Virtue love, for Virtue lov'd.

Moft Power to do moft harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath Wit to make an ill Shape good,
And Shape to win Grace, tho' he had no Wit.
I faw him at the Duke Alanzon's once,
And much too little of that Good I faw,
Is my Report to his great

Worthiness.

I

Refa.

Rofa. Another of these Students at that time,
Was there with him, as I have heard a Truth;
Biron they call him: But a merrier Man,
Within the Limit of becoming Mirth,
I never spent an Hour's Talk withal.
His Eye begets occafion for Wit,

For every Object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a Mirth-moving Jeft,
Which his fair Tongue (Conceit's Expofitor)
Delivers in fuch apt and gracious Words,
That aged Ears play Truant at his Tales,
And younger Hearings are quite ravished;
So fweet and voluble is his Difcourfe.

Prin. God blefs mý Ladies, are they all in love?
That every one her own hath garnished,

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;
And he and his Competitors in Oath,

Were all addreft to meet you, gentle Lady,
Before I came: Marry thus I have learnt,
He rather means to lodge you in the Field,
Like one that comes here to befiege his Court,
Than feek a Difpenfation for his Oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled House.

Enter the King, Longavile, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants. Here comes Navarre.

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 yours, and 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,

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Where

Where now his Knowledge muft prove Ignorance.
I hear your Grace hath fworn out House-keeping:
'Tis deadly Sin to keep that Oath
my Lord;
And Sin to break it.

But pardon me, I am too fudden bold,
To teach a Teacher ill befeemeth me;
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And fuddenly refolve me in my Suit.

King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may.
Prin. You will the fooner that I were away,
For you'll prove perjur'd if you make me ftay.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Rofa. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. I know you did.

Rofa. How needlefs was it then to ask the Question?
Biron. You must not be fo quick.

Rofa. 'Tis long of you that fpur me with fuch Questions.
Biron. Your Wit's too hot, it fpeeds too faft, 'twill tire.
Rofa. Not 'till it leave the Rider in the Mire.

Biron. What Time a Day?

Rofa. The Hour that Fools fhould ask.

Biron. Now Fair befall your Mask.
Rofa. Fair falls the Face it covers.
Biron. And fend you many Lovers.
Rofa. Amen, fo you be none.

Biron. Nay then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your Father here doth intimate The Payment of one hundred thousand Crowns; Being but th' one half of an intire Sum,

Disbursed by my Father in his Wars.

But fay that he, or we, as neither have,
Receiv'd that Sum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in Surety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valu'd to the Mony's worth.
If then the King your Father will reftore
But that one Half which is unfatisfy'd,
We will give up our Right in Aquitain,
And hold fair Friendship with his Majefty:
But that it feems he little purpofeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid

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