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Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth.
Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; 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 immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound.
Coft. 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 fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.--
[Exit. Moth. Like the sequele, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
[Exit, Coft. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony jewel! Now will I look to his remuneration. Rémuneration ! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration : What's the price of this incle? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration ! -why, it is a fairer name than a French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
Biron. o My good knave Costard, exceedingly well
Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Biron. O stay, slave, I must employ thee:
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Cof. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven-pence farthing better': most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Şir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.
beadle to a humorous figh: ? «?e l'OZZS,
mi. This * Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid,
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
And wear his colours ! like a tumbler, stoop! }
What? I love! I fue! I seek a wife!
A Woman, that is like a German clock, 1 Still a repairing ; ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd, that it may till go right!
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.
Attendants, and a Forefter.
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A ftand, where you may make the faireft fhoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot : And thereupon thou speak ft the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo. Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again fay,
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, take this for telling true; Fair payment
for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that, which you inherit.
Prin. See, fee, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow; now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in the shoot, Not wounding, Pity would not let me do't : If wounding, then it was to shew my Skill; That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes ; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; When for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curft wives hold that felf-sovereignty
Only for praise-sake, when they strive to be, 's
Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ? .
lady Rosaline. Prin. O thy letter, thy letter: -he's a good friend
Boyet. I am bound to serve.
* An' your waste, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o' these maids girdles for your waste should be fit.] And was not one of her Maid's Girdles fit for her? It is plain that my and your have all the Way changed Places, by some Accident or other; and that the Lines should be read thus,
An' my waste, mistress, was as slender as your wit,