Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were ftill at odds, being but three: ARM. Until the goofe came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. MOTH. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you defire more? COST. The boy hath fold him a bargain, a goofe, 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 goofe. ARM. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? MOTH. By faying, that a Coftard 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 Coftard broken in a fhin? MOTH. I will tell you fenfibly. COST. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy: I, Coftard, running out, that was fafely within, COST. O, marry me to one Frances ;-I fmell fome l'envoy, fome goofe, in this. ARM. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound. Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe. ARM. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impofe 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. MOTH. Like the fequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu. COST. My fweet ounce of man's flefh! my incony Jew! [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? 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! COST. When would you have it done, fir? COST. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well. COST. I fhall 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, flave, 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 fee thou do commend This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money. COST. Guerdon,-O fweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Moft sweet guerdon !—I will do it, fir, in print.-Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. BIRON. O! And I, forfooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous figh; A critick; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal fo magnificent! This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting paritors,-O my little heart!- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ; Well, I will love, write, figh, pray, fue, and groan; ACT IV. SCENE I. Another part of the fame. [Exit. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and à Forefter. PRIN. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprifing 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, forefter, my friend, where is the bush, VOL. II. C That we must stand and play the murderer in? FOR. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not fo. PRIN. What, what? firft praise me, and again fay, no? O fhort-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. [Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. A giving hand, though foul, fhall have fair praise.— Thus will I fave my credit in the shoot: Not wounding, pity would not let me do't; Glory grows guilty of detefted crimes; When, for fame's fake, for praife, an outward part, 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 self-sovereignty Only for praife' fake, when they ftrive to be |