Moth. If the be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known; 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 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 fubject. newly writ o'er, that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coftard; fhe 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. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Arm. I fay, fing. Moth. Forbear, 'till this company is past. SCENE IV. Enter Coftard, Dull, Jaquenetta a maid. Dul. Sir, the King's pleasure is, that you keep Coftard fafe, and you muft let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he must fast three days a-week. For this damfel, I must keep her at the park, fhe is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. Arm. I do betray myself with blushing; maid, Arm. I will vifit thee at the lodge. Arm. I know, where it is fituate. Arm. I love thee. Jaq. So I heard you say. Jaq. Fair weather after you! Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away 3. [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou fhalt faft 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. 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 loose. Moth. No, Sir, that were faft and loose; thou fhalt to prison. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome shall see Moth. What shall some 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 base, where her fhoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is baseft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great árgument 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 so feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butshaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and fecond cause will not serve my turn 5; the Paffado 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 shall turn fonneteer. Devife, wit, write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. АСТ II. SCENE I. Before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Ca tharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants. NOW 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, * Chapman here feems to fig. nify the feller, not, as now commonly, the buyer. Cheap or theping was anciently Market, Chapman therefore is Marketman. The meaning is, that the effimation of beauty depends not on the uttering or proclamation of the feller, but on the eye of the buyer. Be Before we enter his forbidden gates, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King? Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft, In Normandy faw I this Longueville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd ; 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; fied. * Well fitted, is well quali- + Match'd with, is combined or joined with. |