Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that 's flat

Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and

loose :

Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that 's a fat goose.

Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin?

Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy.

Cost. True, and I for a plantain: Thus came your argument in ;

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought. And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin?

Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy.

I, Costard, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Cost. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
Cost. O, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some
l'envoy, some goose in this.

Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.

Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; [giving him money] for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.

[Exit.

Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signor Costard, adieu.
Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony
Jew !a
[Exit MOTH.
Remuneration!

Now will I look to his remuneration.

O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings-remuneration.-What's the price of this inkle? a penny :-No, I 'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.

Enter BIRON.

Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.

Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?

Biron. What is a remuneration?

Cost. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.

Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk.
Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you!
Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well.
Biron. Q thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.
Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave,
it is but this ;-

The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;

a

Incony Jew. Incony is thought to be the same as the Scotch canny, which is our knowing-cunning. Jew is, perhaps, Costard's superlative notion of a clever fellow.

When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her ask for her; And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money. Cost. Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet gardon!-I will do it, sir, in print.-Gardon-remu

neration.

[Exit. Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!

This wimpled,a whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid :
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator, and great general

Of trotting paritors.b O my little heart!—
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;

Wimpled-veiled.

b Trotting paritors. The paritor, apparitor, is the officer of the ecclesiastical court who carries out citations.

A corporal of the field was an officer in some degree resembling our aid-de-camp.

A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by Heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard!
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her? Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, groan;
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Another part of the Park.

Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill?

Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; On Saturday we will return to France.Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and play the murtherer in ? a For. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot. Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what! first praise me, and then again say no?

O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe!

For. Yes, madam, fair.
Prin.
Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass,b take this for telling true;

[Giving him money.
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit.

Royal and noble ladies, in the days of Elizabeth, delighted in the somewhat unrefined sport of shooting deer with a crossbow.

b Good my glass. The Forester is the metaphorical glass of the Princess.