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riage; great carriage ; for he carried the town.gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love.
Arm. O well-knit Sampson, strong-jointed Sampfon! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didit me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampfon's love, my dear Moth ?
Moth. A woman, master.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or: one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was fo, Sir, for she had a green wit.
Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such colours.
Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, asfift me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child, most pretty and pathetical! Moth. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known ;
And fears by pale-white shown ;
shall not know ; For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe. 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 such a ballad some three ages since, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found ; or if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by fome mighty prefident. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coflard; she deserves well
Moth. To be whipp'd ; and yet a better love than my master.
Arm. Sing, boy ; my spirit grows heavy in love.
Enter Costard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid. Dull. Sir, the King's pleasure is, that you keep com stard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he must faft three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park, she is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you
are! Arm. I will tell thee wonders, Jaq. With that face? Arm. I love thee. Jaq. So I heard you say. Arm. And so farewel. Jaq. Fair weather after you ! Duil. Come, Jaquenetta, away. (6) [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta.
(6) Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away.] Thus all the printed Copies: but the Editors have been guilty of much Inadvertence. They make Jaquenetta, and a Maid
Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned.
Cof. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall 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
this villain, shut him up. Moth. Come, you transgressing slave, away.
Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will fast, being loose.
Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loose; thou shalt to prison.
Coft. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of defolation that I have seen, some shall see
Moth. What shall some see?
It is not for prisoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will say nothing ; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and Coftard. Arr. I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe (which is baser) guided by her foot (which is baseft) doth tread. I fhall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falshood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is fallly 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 strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Here cules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier ; the first and second cause will not serve my
enter: whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid intended by the Poet, and who is committed to the Cuftody of Dull, to be convey'd by him to the Lodge in the Park. This being the Case, it is evident to Demonftration, that- Fair Weather after you
must be spoken by Jaquenetta ; and then that Dull says to her, Come, Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text.
turn; the Pasado he respects not, the Duello he rea gards not; his disgrace is to be call'd boy ; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier ! be still, drum ! for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Afist me, some extemporal God of rhime, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnet. Devise wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.
SCE N E, before the King of Navarre's:
Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catha
rine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants.
BOY & T. row, Madam, summon up your deareft fpirits ;
Consider, whom the King your father sends ;
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy.
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though bat means
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Boyet. Proud of imployment, willingly I go. (Exit.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is lo ;
Lord. Longaville is one.
Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast,
Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike; is't fo?
know. Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest ?
Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d. Most power to do most harm, leaft knowing ill į