Without the Beauty of a Woman's Face; Than are the tender Horns of cockled Snails: Still climing Trees in the Hefperider. Subtle as a Sphinx, as fweet and mufical As bright Apollo's Lute, ftrung with his Hair: For Charity it felf fullfils the Law; And who can fever Love from Charity? King. Saint Cupid then, and Soldiers to the Field. Biron. Advance your Standards, and upon them, Lords; Pell, mell, down with them: But be firft advis'd, In Conflict that you get the Sun of them. Long. Now to Plain-dealing, lay these Gloffes by, Shall we refolve to woo thefe Girls of France. King. And win them too; therefore let us devife Biron. First from the Park let us conduct them thither, VOL. I. Ff Biron Biron. Alone, alone fowed Cockel, reap'd no Corn, A CT V. SCENE I. Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull. 1 [Exeunt. Hol. Si qt. I praife God for you, Sir, your Reasons at Dinner have been sharp and fententious; pleasant without Scur- Hol. Novi hominem tanquem te. His Humour is lofty, his Discourse peremptory, his Tongue filed, his Eye ambitious, his Gate majestical, and his general Behaviour vain, ridiculous, and Thrafonical. He is too picked, too fpruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nath. A moft fingular and choice Epithet, Draws out his Table-Book. Hol. He draweth out the Thred of his Verbofity finer than the Staple of his Argument. Iabhor fuch phanatical Phantafms, fuch infociable and point devife Companions, fuch Rackers of Orthography, as'do speak dout fine, when he should fay doubt; det, when he fhould pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; not det: He clepeth a Calf, Cauf: half, hauf: Neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abreviated ne: This is abominable, which we would call abominable: It infinuateth me of Infamy: Ne intelligis Domine, to make Frantick, Lunatick. Nath. Laus deo, bene intelligo. Hol. Bome boon for boon prefcian; a little fearch, 'twill ferve. Enter Enter Armado, Moth and Coftard. Nath. Vides-ne quis nevit? Hol. Video, & gaudeo. Arm. Chirra. Hol. Quare Chirra, not Sirra? Arm. Men of Peace well incountred. Moth. They have been at a great Feaft of Languages, and ftole the Scraps. Coft. O they have liv'd long on the Alms-basket of Words. I marvel thy Mafter hath not eaten thee for a Word, for thou art not fo long by the Head as Honorificabilitudinitatibus: Thou art easier fwallow'd than a Flap-dragon. Moth. Peace, the Peal begins. Arm. Monfieur, are you not lettered? Moth. Yes, yes, he teaches Boys the Horn-book: What is Ab fpelt backward with the Horn on his Head? Hol. Ba, pueritia with a Horn added. Moth. Ba, moft filly Sheep, with a Horn. You hear his Learning. Hol. Quis, quis, thou Confonant? Moth. The laft of the five Vowels, if you repeat them, or the fifth if I. Hol. I will repeat them, a e Moth. The Sheep; the other two concludes it ou. Arm. Now by the falt Wave of the Mediteraneum, a fweet Tutch, a quick Venew of Wit; fnip fnap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my Intellect; true Wit. Moth. Offer'd by a Child to an old Man: which is Witold. Hol. What is the Figure? What is the Figure? Moth. Horns. Hol. Thou difputeft like an Infant; go, whip thy Gigg. Moth. Lend me your Horn to make one, and I will whip about your Infamy unum cita, a Gigg of a Cuckold's Horn. Coft. And I had but one Penny in the World, thou shouldst have it to buy Ginger-bread; Hold, there is the very Remuneration I had of thy Mafter, thou Half-penny Purfe of Wit, thou Pidgeon-egg of Difcretion. O, and the Heav'ns were fo pleafed that thou wert but my Baftard! What a joyful Fa Ff2 ther ther wouldst thou make? Go too, thou hast it ad dungbil, at the Finger's ends, as they fay. Hol. Oh, I fmell falfe Latin, dunghil for unguem. Arm. Artf-man preambula; we will be fingled from the Barbarous. Do you not educate Youth at the Charge-house on the Top of the Mountain. Hol. Or Mons on the Hill. Arm. At your fweet Pleasure, for the Mountain. Arm. Sir, it is the King's moft fweet Pleafure and Affection, to congratulate the Princefs at her Pavilion, in the pofteriors of this Day, which the rude Multitude call the Afternoon, Hol. The Pofterior of the Day, moft generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and meafurable for the Afternoon: The Word is well cull'd, choice, fweet, and apt, I do affure you Sir, I do affure. Arm. Sir, the King is a noble Gentleman, and my Familiar, I do affure ye, my very good Friend; for what is inward between us, let it pass- -I do befeech thee, remember thy Curtefie-I befeech thee apparel thy Head, and among other importunate and moft ferious Defigns, and of great import indeed too-But let that pafs, for I must tell thee it will please his Grace (by the World) fometime to lean upon my poor Shoulder, and with his Royal Finger thus dally with my Excrement, with my Muftachio; but, fweet Heart, let that pafs. By the World I recount no Fable; fome certain fpecial Honours it pleaseth his Greatnefs to impart to Armado a Soldier, a Man of Travel, that hath feen the World; but let that pafs---- the very all of all is: But, fweet Heart, I do implore fecretly, that the King would have me prefent the Princess (fweet Chuck) with fome delightful Oftentation, or Show, or Pageant, or Antick, or Fire-work. Now understanding that the Curate and your fweet felf are good at fuch Eruptions, and fudden breaking out of Mirth (as it were) I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your Affiftance. Hol. Sir, you fhall prefent before her the nine Worthies. Sir, as concerning fome Entertainment of Time, fome Show in the Pofterior of this Day, to be rendred by our Affiftants at the King's Command, and this moft gal lant, |