He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he :I shoot thee at the swain.

Мотн. Thump then, and I flee.

[Exit.

ARM. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.

My herald is return'd.

Re-enter MOTH and COSTARD.

Мотн. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken in

a shin.

[begin.

ARM. Some enigma, some riddle: come, -thy l'envoy ;Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, fir: O fir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, fir, but a plantain!

ARM. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy filly thought, my fpleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconfiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a falve ?

MOTH. Do the wife think them other ? is not l'envoy a salve?

ARM. No, page : it is an epilogue or discourse, to make

plain

Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been fain.
I will example it :

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Were still at odds, being but three.

There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.

Мотн. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again.
ARM. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Were still at odds, being but three:
Мотн. Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with

my l'envoy.

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three:

ARM. Until the goofe came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four.

Мотн. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose;

Would you defire more?

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

flat:

Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be fat.To fell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : Let me fee a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.

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

Мотн. 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 goofe that you bought; And he ended the market.

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

Мотн. 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, fome goose, in this.

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ARM. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immur'd, 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 fignificant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration; [Giving him money.] for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit.

МотH. Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu. COST. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew! [Exit Мотн. 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 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 fell out of this word.

Enter BIRON.

BIRON. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well

met.

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

BIRON. What is a remuneration ?

Cost. Marry, fir, half-penny farthing.

BIRON. O, why then, three farthings worth of filk. Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you! BIRON. O, stay, flave; 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, fir?
BIRON. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well.
BIRON. O, thou knowest not what it is.
Cost. I shall know, fir, 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.

it is but this ;

Hark, slave,

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

When tongues speak fweetly, then they name her name,

And Rofaline they call her: ask for her;

And to her white hand fee thou do commend

This feal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.

[Gives him money.

Cost. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon!-I will do it, fir, in print. Guerdon-remuneration.

[Exit.

BIRON. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

A very beadle to a humorous figh;

A critick; nay, a night-watch conftable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent !
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This fenior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhimes, 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, -O my little heart ! -
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? I! 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;
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 figh 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, fue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and fome Joan. [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Another part of the fame.

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

PRIN. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse fo 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 defpatch;
On Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
VOL. II.

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