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Biron. How low foever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. A high hope for a low having ; God grant us patience ! (5)

Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing ?

Long. To hear meekly, Sir, to laugh moderately, or to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the Stile shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

Coff. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Ja. quenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.

Biron. In what manner ?

Cof. In manner and form, following, Sir ; all those three. I was seen with her in the Manor. house, fitting with her upon the Form, and taken following her. into the Park ; which, put together, is, in manner and form following.

Now, Sir, for the manner : it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman ; for the form, in some form.

Biron. For the following, Sir ?

Coft. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear the letter with attention?
Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Coft. Such is the fimplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

(s) A high hope for a low heaven ; ] A low heaven, sure, is a very intricate Matter to conceive. But our accurate Editors seem to observe the Rule of Horace, whenever a moot Point faggers them, dignus vindice nodus ; and where they cannot overcome a Difficulty, they bring in Heaven to untie the Koot. As God grant us Patience immediately follow'd, they thought, Heaven of Consequence must be coupled with it. But, I dare warrant, I have retriev'd the Poet's true Reading; and the Meaning is this. « Tho' you hope for high Words, and mould " have them, it will be but a low Acquisition at beft”. This our Poet calls a low Having: and it is a Substantive, which ke ases in several other Passages,


Reat deputy, the welkin's vice-gerent, and
God, and body's foftring patron

Coff. Not a word of Coftard yet.
King. So it is
Coft. It may be fo; but if he fay it is so, he is, in
telling true, but fo.

King. Peace-
Cof. Be to me, and every man that dares not fight!
King. No words
Coft. Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

King. So it is, Besieged with sable-coloured melancho..
ly, I did commend the black opprefing humour to the moff
wholesome phyfick of thy health-giving air; and as I am
a gentleman, betook my self to walk : The time, when?
about the fixth hour, when beasts most graze, birds best
peck, and men fit down to that nourishment which is
calld Jupper : so much for the time, when. Now for
the ground, which: which, I mean, I walkt upon; it
is ycleped, thy parks, Then for the place, where ;
where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most
preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white
pen the ebon-colour'd ink, which here thou viewest, be-
boldest, surveyeft, or seeft. But to the place, where ;
It flandeth north-north east and by eafl from the west
corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see
that low-spirited swain, that base minow of thy mirth,
(Coft. Me?) that unletter'd small-knowing foul, (Coft.
Me?) that shallow vassal, (Coff. Still me?) which,
as I remember, bight Coftard ; (Coft. O me!) forted
and consorted; contrary to thy established proclaimed ediet
and continent canon, with, with,

O with,

- but with this I paffion to say wherewith:

Cot. With a wench.

King. With a child of our grandmother Eve, a fea male ; or for thy more undersanding, a woman ; him, I (as my ever-esteem'd duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet Grace's officer, Anthony Dall, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing and estimation,


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Dull. Me, an't shall please you : I am Anthony Dull.

King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vesel call d) which I apprehended with the aforesaid fwain, I keep her as a vasal of thy law's fury, and shall at the least of thy sweet notice bring her to tryal. Thine in all complements of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armado.

Biron. This not so well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay; the best for the worst. But, firrah, what say you to this ? Coft. Sir, I confess the wench. King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Coff. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.

Coft. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damosel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damofel.

Coft. This was no damosel neither, Sir, she was a virgin.

King. It is so varied too, for it was proclaim'd virgin.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, Sir. Cost. This maid will serve my turn, Sir.

King. Sir, I will pronounce sentence ; you shall fast a week with bran and water.

Coff. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er. And go we, lords, to put in practice that,

Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. [Exe. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. Sirrah, come on. Cost. I suffer for the truth, Sir : for true it is, I was


taken with aquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl ; and therefore welcome the four cup of prosperity : affliction may one day smile again, and until then, fit thee down, sorrow.


Arm. B

dear imp.

SCEN E changes to Armado's House.

Enter Armado, and Moth. Arm. OY, what sign is it, when a man of great

spirit grows melancholy? Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look fad. Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-fame thing, Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.

Arm. How can'ít thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender Juvenile ?

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough Signior.

Arm. Why, tough Signior ? why, tough Signior ?

Moth. Why, tender Juvenile ? why, tender Juvenile?

Arm. I spoke it, tender Juvenile, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

Moth. And I tough Signior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty and apt.

Moth. How mean you, Sir, I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my faying pretty?

Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. Little! pretty, because little; wherefore apt?
Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ?
Arm. In thy condign praise.
Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious.
Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers. Thou heat'st my blood.


Moth. I am answer'd, Sir.
Arm. I love not to be croft.

Moth. He speaks the clean contrary, crosses love not him.

Arm. I have promis'd to study three years with the King

Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.
Arm. Impossible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told ?

Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a tapster. Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamefter.

Arm. I confess both ; they are boch the varnish of a compleat man,

Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the grofs sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Which the base vulgar call, three.
Arm. True.

Moth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of study ? now here's three studied ere you'll thrice wink; and how easie it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing-horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure.
Moth. To prove you a cypher.

Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love ; and, as: it is base for a soldier to love, so I am in love with a. base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner ; and ransom him to any

French courtier for a new devis'd curt'fie. I think it scorn to figh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy ; what great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, master.

Arm. Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more ; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage. Moth. Sampson, master; he was a man of good car

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