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Moth. Do the wise think them other ? Is not l'envoy a salve f Arm. No, page; it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain, 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. Moth. 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. Moth. Until the goose came out of door, And stayed 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 goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose. Would you desire more? 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 f Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. Then called 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 f

1 Alluding to the proverb, “Three women and a goose make a market." 2 See p. 102, note 1.

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. Til 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 honor is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Seignior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! My incony' Jew 1– [Exit MoTH. 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 2 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 riband may a man buy for a remuneration ?

1 Incony or kony, says Warburton, signifies, in the north, fine or delicate. It seems to be substantially the same with canny, a familiar Scotch word, 1 With the utmost nicety.

Biron. What is a remuneration ? Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny 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 favor, 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. O, 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; 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 sealed-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, sir, 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 sigh; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable ; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent!” This wimpled,” whining, purblind, wayward boy;

2 Magnificent here means glorying, boasting.

3 To winple is to veil, from guimple (Fr.). Shakspeare means no more than that Cupid was hood-winked.

WOL. II. 14

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”—O my little heart—
And I to be a corporal of his field,” -
And wear his colors" like a tumbler's hoop !
What? I I love I sue ! I seek a wise !
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing; ever out of frame :
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With too 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, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit.

1 Plackets were stomachers. 2 The officers of the spiritual courts who serve citations. * It appears from Lord Stafford's Letters, vol. ii. p. 199, that a corporal of the field was employed, as an aid-de-camp is now, “in taking and carrying to and fro the directions of the general, or other higher officers of the field.” 4. It was once a mark of gallantry to wear a lady's colors. So in Cynthia's Revels, by Jonson, “despatches his lacquey to her chamber early, to know what her colors are for the day.” It appears that a tumbler's noop was usually dressed out with colored ribands.


SCENE I. Another part of the same.

Enter the Princess, Ros ALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, Boy ET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

Prin. Was that the king, that spurred his horse so - hard Against the steep uprising of the hill P Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he showed 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 murderer in P For. Here by, 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 speakest, the fairest shoot. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no? - O short-lived pride! Not fair Palack for woe: For. Yes, madam, fair. Prim. Nay, never paint me now, Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, 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 saved 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 ;

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