riage; great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love. Arm. O well-knit Sampson, ftrong-jointed Sampfon!I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampfon's love, my dear Moth? Moth. A woman, master. Arm. Of what complexion ? Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ? Arm. Is that one of the four complexions? Moth. As I have read, Sir, and the best of them too.. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit. Moth. It was fo, Sir, for fhe had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, are mask'd under fuch colours. Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, af fift me! Arm. Sweet invocation of a child, moft pretty and pathetical! Moth. If fhe be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known ; For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Then if the fear, or be to blame, For ftill her cheeks poffefs the fame, A dangerous rhime, master, against the reason of white and red. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar ? Moth. The world was guilty of fuch a ballad fome three three ages fince, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it would neither ferve for the writing, nor the tune. Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty prefident. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Goffard; the deferves well Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master. Arm: Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. Forbear, till this company is past. Enter Coftard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid. For Dull. Sir, the King's pleafure is, that you keep Co fard fafe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he must faft three days a week. this damfel, I must keep her at the park, fhe is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray my felf with blufhing: maid,. Arm. I will vifit thee at the lodge. Jaq. 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 say. Arm. And fo farewel. Jaq. Fair weather after you! Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. (6) [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. (6) Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away.] Thus all the printed Copies: but the of much Inadvertence. They make Editors have been guilty enter: Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers ; for they are but lightly rewarded. C Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. Moth. Come, you tranfgreffing flave, away. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loofe. Moth. No, Sir, that were fait and loofe; thou fhalt to prison. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome shall 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. [Exeunt Moth and Coftard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is bafe) where her fhoe (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 fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and second caufe will not ferve my intended by the of Dull, to be This being the Fair Weather enter: whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid Poet, and who is committed to the Cuftody convey'd by him to the Lodge in the Park. Cafe, it is evident to Demonftration, thatafter you must be spoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come, Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text. turn; turn; the Pafado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me, fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonnet. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folió. [Exit. RXUT OTR A CT II. SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catha rine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants. BOYET. OW, Madam, fummon up your dearest fpirits; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapmens' tongues. I am lefs proud to hear you tell my worth,. Than you much willing to be counted wife, In fpending thus your wit in praise of mine. But now, to task the tasker; good Boyet, You. You are not ignorant, all-telling fame Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King? Lord. Longaville is one. Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir In Normandy faw I this Longaville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd ; 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. Who are the rest ? Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill For |