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Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, tigures, shapes, ape his keeper, the tired a horse his rider. But, damoobjects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : sella virgin, was this directed to you? these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of the in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the strange queen's lords. mellowing of occasion : But the gift is good in those in Hol. I will overglance the superscript. “To the whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
snow-white hand of the most beauteous lady Rosaline." Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, nomination of the party writing to the person written and their daughters profit very greatly under you : you are a good member of the commonwealth.
“ Your ladysłup's in all desired employment, Biron." Hul. Vehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, i Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with the will put it to them : But, vir sapit qui pauca loquitur. king; and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of A sul ferninine saluteth us.
the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, or by the way
of progression, hath miscarried.—Trip and go, my Enter JAQUENETTA and Costard.
sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person.
king; it may concern much : Stay not thy compliHl. Master person,- quasi pers-on.
And if one
ment; I forgive thy duty; adieu! skould be piercel, which is the one ?
Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.--Sir, God save your
life! Cost. Marty, master schoolmaster, be that is likest to a hogshead.
Cost. Have with thee, my girl. (Ex. Cost. and JAQ. Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of con
Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, cuit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl very religiously; and, as a certain father saith—Dugh for a swine : 't is pretty ; it is well.
Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colour. Jeq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this able colours. But, to return to the verses : Did they letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from please you, sir Nathaniel ? da Armatho; I beseech you, read it.
Nath. Marvellous well for the pen. lol. Fauste, precor gelidi quando pecus omne sub
Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain uzbrú Ruminat,—and so forth. Ah, good old Man- pupil of mine; where if, before repast, it shall please tuan! I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my Tanice:
privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child Vinegia, Vinegia,
or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where I will Chi non te rede, ei non te pregia.
those verses to be very unlearned, neither savour01 Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth
ing of poetry, wit, nor invention : I beseech your society. tiæ not, loses thee not.- Ut, re, sol, la, mi, falon is the happiness of life.
Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the text) Cnler jardon, sir, what are the contents ? Or, rather, as Horace says in his—What, my soul, verses ?
Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. Vath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not say me nay: Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, Away; the gentles are at their game, and we will to dumine. Vath.
(Exeunt. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
SCENE III. - Another part of the same.
Enter BIRON with a paper.
Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Stols his bias leares, and makes his beok thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live that art would compre
coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling
in a pitch; pitch that deliles ; defile! a foul word. I knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice ;
Well, Set thee down, sorrow! for so they say the fool Well learnel is that tongue that well can thee commend :
said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit! All ignorant that soul that sees thre without wonder ; (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire ;)
By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax : it kills sheep; Thy ere Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful it kills me, I a sheep : Well proved again o' my side! thunder,
I will not love: if I do, hang me; il faith, I will not. Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celejai as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrong,
O, but her eye,-by this light, but for her eye, I would That angs heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue ! not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the
in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By Heaven, accett: let me supervise the canzonet
. Here are only I do love ; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be Linters ratified; but, for the elegancy, facility, and melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and here galilea cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was tne
my melancholy. Well, she hath one o'my sonnets Tun: and why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out already : the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and the the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention ? lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady!
By the world, I would not care a pin if the other three • Master pets.
The derisation of parson was, perhaps, were in : Here comes one with a paper; God give him wama y understoorl in Shakspere's time, and parson and per- grace to groan.
(Gets up into a tree. & tere used indifferently. Blackstone has explained the 1:"A parson, perina ecclesiæ, is one that hath full pos
Enter the King, with a paper. 10 of all the rights of a parochial church. He is called &24, petina, because, by his person, the church, which is an
King. Ah me! 15 le bord, is represented."- Commentaries, b. i. The good old Mantuan was Joh. Baptist, Mantuanus, a
Biron. (Aside.] Shot, by Heaven .--Proceed, sweet Carmelite, whose Eclognes were translated into English by Cupid; thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt unGe Turtertile, in 1367. His first Eclogue commences with der the left pap :-In faith, secrets.Piece yere gelida. * A serhial expression applied to Venice.
• Tired-caparisoned ; adorned with trappings. # Te dant selofas, to recreate humself, and to show his b These lines are hexameters, and all the better for being verv
Dum. By Heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye! So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
Biron. By earth, she is not, corporal : there you lie. To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
(Aside. As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smot* Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted.
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
Stoop, I say ;
[Aside. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
As fair as day.
Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must
[Aside. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel!
Dum. O that I had my wish!
And I had mine! (Aside. How shall she know my griefs? I 'll drop the paper ;
King. And I mine too, good lord !
(Aside. Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here?
Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good
word ? [Steps aside.
Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she
Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be.
Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! Would let her out in saucers: Sweet misprision! [Aside.
(Aside. Dum. Once more I 'll read the ode that I have writ. Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.
Biron. Once more I 'll mark how love can vary wit. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing
[Aside. Dum. On a day, (alack the day!) King. In love, I hope: Sweet fellowship in shame!
Love, whose month is ever May, [Aside.
Spied a blossom, passing fair, Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name.
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the relret leaves the wind, [Aside.
All unseen, 'yan passage find; Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ?
That the lover, sick to death, Biron. [Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not by
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; two, that I know :
Air, would I might triumph so! Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner cap of society,
But, alack. my hand is sworn, The shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move :
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
Do not call it sin in me, These numbers will I tear and write in prose.
That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou for whom Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiope were ;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love
This same shall go. -[He reads the sonnet. This will I send; and something else more plain,
That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
Were lovers too! Il, to example ill,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note ;
For none oflend, where all alike do dote.
Long. Dumain, [adrancing) thy love is far from
That in love's grief desir'st society :
You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.
King. Come, sir, (advancing] you blush ; as his your
case is such;
You do not love Maria ; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile;
His loving bosom, to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush,
I heard your guilty rhymes, observ'd your fashion ;
Ah me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : wish;
You would for paradise break faith and troth; [TO LONG. Dumain transform'd : four woodcocks in a dish!
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
[To DUMAIN. Dum. O most divine Kate! Biron. O most profane coxcomb! [Aside.
What will Biron say, when that he shall hear
Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear? • Smot--the old preterite of smote.
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit! 5 The perjure--the perjurer-when exposed on the pillory How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it! wore " papers of perjury." • Guards—the hems or boundaries of a garment; generally I would not have him know so much by me
For all the wealth that ever I did see, ornamented. & Slop. A clothesman is still a slop-seller
Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
He, he, and you; and you, my liege, and I, th, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me:
Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
[Descends t:om the tree. 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. Goal heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove
Dum. Now the number is even. These worms for loving, that art most in love?
True, true; we are four :Your eyes do make no coaches ; in your tears
Will these turtles be gone? There is no certain princess that appears :
Hence, sirs; away: You ll not be perjur’d, 't is a hateful thing;
Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. Trish, none but minstrels like of sonneting.
[Exeunt Cost. and JAQ. Bat are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,
Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us embrace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?
As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: You found his mote; the king your mote did see ; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face; But I a beam do find in each of three.
Young blood doth not obey an old decree: O. what a scene of foolery have I seen,
We cannot cross the cause why we are born; Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!
Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
King. What, did these rent lines show some love of To see a king transformed to a gnat!
thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly And profound Solomon tuning a jig,
Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys !
At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Moze lies thy grief, O tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, zentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ? .ind where my liege's ? all about the breast :
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.
That is not blinded by her majesty ? Are ye betray'd thus to thy over-view ?
King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee Birga. Not you by me, but I betray'd to you:
now? I that am honest; I that hold it sin
My love, her mistress, a gracious moon; 'To break the vow I am engaged in;
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. I an betray'd, by keeping company
Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron : Tith men like men, of strange inconstancy.
0, but for my love, day would turn to night! When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? Of all complexions, the cull’d sovereignty Or gran for Joan! or spend a minute's time
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; lo pruning me? When shall you hear that I Where several worthies make one dignity; Will praise a band, a foot, a face, an eye,
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Azait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,Alez, a limb ?
Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not : hin. Soft; Whither away so fast?
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; À true man, or a thief, that gallops so?
She passes praise : then praise too short doth Biron. I post from love; good lover, let me go.
A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,
Might shake ofi' fifty, looking in her eye:
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy
0, 'tis the sun that maketh all things shine! hing. What makes treason here?
King. By Heaven, thy love is black as ebony Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
Biron. Is ebony like her? () wood divine! king.
If it mar nothing neither, A wife of such wood were felicity.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Ocr
parson misdoubts it; it was treason, he said. If that she learn not of her eye to look: King. Biron, read it over. (Giving him the letter.
No face is fair, that is not full so black. Tiere hardst tbou it?
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, Jag. Or Costard.
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; King. Where hadst thou it?
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. Cast. Of dun Adramadio, dun Adramadio.
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of King. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
light. Biron. A tos, my liege, a toy; your grace needs not o, if in black my lady's brows be deck d, fear it.
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Long. It did move him to passion, anu therefore let 's Should ravish doters with a false aspect; bear it.
And therefore is she born to make black sair. Dumn. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Her favour turns the fashion of the days ;
(Picks up the pieces. For native blood is counted painting now; Buron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, (to CostARD] | And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, you were born to do me shame.
Paints itself black to imitate her brow. Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess.
Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black. king. What?
Long. And, since her time, are colliers counter Baror. That you three fools lack d me fool to make
bright. up the mess;
King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack Men like ena. Biroin appears to as to say-1 keep company Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is sith mea alihe in inconstancy --men like men-men having
light. ibergeral inconstancy of humanity:
Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, Prasiaz-preening; trimming himself up as a bird trims le hots
For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
King. 'T were good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you | But love, first leamed in a lady's eyes, plain,
Lives not alone immured in the brain; I 'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.
But with the motion of all elements, Biron. I 'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday Courses as swift as thought in every power; here
And gives to every power a double power, King. No devil will fright thee then so much as Above their functions and their offices. she.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye; Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear, A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her face see. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
[Showing his shoe. When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd : Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible,
The street should see as she walk'd over head. For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods prove
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony."
0, then his lines would ravish savage ears, Long. O, some authority how to proceed;
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
0, 't is more than need! - They are the books, the arts, the academes, Have at you then, affection's men at arms :
That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Consider, what you first did swear unto ;
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: To fast,—to study,--and to see no woman :
Then fools you were these women to forswear; Flat treason against the kingly state of youth.
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young; For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; And abstinence engenders maladies.
Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men ; And where that you have vowd to study, lords, Or for men's sake, the authors of these women ; In that each of you hath forsworn his book :
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men; Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves, For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths : Have found the ground of study's excellence,
It is religion to be thus forsworn : Without the beauty of a woman's face?
For charity itself fulfils the law; From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
And who can sever love from charity ? They are the ground, the books, the academes,
King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
field! Why, universal plodding prisons up
Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, The nimble spirits in the arteries ;
lords; As motion, and long-during action, tires
Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
In conflict that you get the sun of them. Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by ; You have in that forsworn the use of eyes ;
Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? And study too, the causer of your vow :
King. And win them too: therefore let us devise For where is any author in the world,
Some entertainment for them in their tents. Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
thither; And where we are, our learning likewise is.
Then, homeward, every man attach the hand Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes,
Of his fair mistress : in the afternoon With ourselves,-
We will with some strange pastime solace them, Do we not likewise see our learning there?
Such as the shortness of the time can shape; 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ;
For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, And in that vow we have forsworn our books;
Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted, In leaden contemplation, have found out
That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes
Biron. Allons ! Allons !-Sowd cockle reap'd no Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with ?
corn; Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;
And justice always whirls in equal measure : And therefore finding barren practisers,
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn; Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil :
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Ezeris Quillet and quodlibet ench signify a fallacious subtilty-what • When Love speaks, the responsive harmony of the voice o. you please-an argument without foundation,
all the gods makes heuyeu drowsy.
SCENE 1.— Another part of the same. Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, Enter HOLOFERNES, Sır NATHANIEL, and Dull.
a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit:' snip, snap, quick, Nel. Satis quod sufficit.
and home; it rejoicetri my intellect : true wit. Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons at
Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is
wit-old. diriner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant withert scurrility, witty without aflection," audacious with.
Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ?
Moth. Horns. out impudency, learned without opinion, and strange ritirat beresy. I did converse this quondam day with
Hol. Thou disputest like an infant : go, whip thy giz. a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, whip about your intamy circum circà : A gig of a
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will or called, don Adriano de Armado.
cuckold's horn! Hur Vori hominem tanquam te: His humour is lurty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue tiled, i his eye shouldst have it to buy gingerbread : hold, there is the
Cost. An I had but one yenny in the world, thou auditions, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour tan, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, a very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halljenny 110 -prure, too affected, to odd, as it were, tou pere- Ileavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard !
purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the grinate, as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.
what a joyful father woulust thou make me! Go to;
thou hast it ad dunghill, at the tingers' ends, as they [Takes out his table-book. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity
say. tiner than the staple of his argument. I abhor such
Hol. O, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for unguem. fanatical prantasms, such insociable and point-devise from the barbarous. "Do you not educate youth at the
Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, charge-house on the top oi' the mountain ? dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he soald pronounce debt;-d, e, b, t; not d, e, t:-he
Hol. Or, mons, the lill. cierreth a call, cauf; hall, hauf; neighbour, vocatur,
Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.
Hol. I do, sans question. Det vur; neigh, abbreviated, ne: This is abhominable, which be would call abominable,) it insinuateth me of
Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and insania; Ve intelligis domine ! to make frantic, lunatic. affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavilion, Vath. Laus Deo bone intelligo.
in the posteriors of this day; which the rude multitude Hol. Bone! - bone, for bene: Priscian a little call the afternoon. kratch'd ; 't will serve.
Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is
liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon : Enter ARNADO, Motu, and COSTARD.
the word is well culled, chose; sweet and apt, I do as. Vath. Videsne quis renit?
sure you, sir, I do assure. Hub. Video et gamleo.
Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and my Am. Chirra!
[To Moth. familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :--For what HA. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?
is inward between us, let it pass :- I do beseech thee, drm. Men of peace, well encountered.
remember thy courtesy :- I beseech thee, apparel thy Hol. Jest military sir, salutation.
head :-And among other importunate and most serious Muth. They have been at a great feast of languages, designs,--and of great import indeed, too ;-but let Di stolen the scraps.
[To Costard aside. that pass :—for I must tell thee, it will please his grace Cust. O, they have livel long on the alms-basket of (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder;
tids! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a and withi his royal finger, thus, dally with my excreE.TH; for thou art not so long by the head as honorifi- ment, with my mustachio: but, sweet heart, let that alitudinitatibus :f thou art easier swallowed than a
pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain parazin.
special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Buth. Peace! the peal begins.
Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the Arm. Monsieur (to Hol.), are you not lettered ?
world : but let that pass.— The very all of all is,—but, Joth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horr-book ;
sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,--that the king would What is a, b, spelt backward, with a horn on his head ? have me present the princess, sweet chuck, with some Hd. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antic, or Hith. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn.—You hear fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate and i leaming.
your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and sudden HL Quis, quis, thou consonant?
breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you sloth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; withal, to the end to crave your assistance, & the fifth, if I.
Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worHL. I will repeat them, a, e, i.
thies.-Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainWcth. The sheep : the other two concludes it; 0, u.:
ment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, is Artist-affectation.
6 Filed-polished. be rendered by our assistance, the king's commande • Tumical Prom Thraso, the hoasting soldier of Terence. and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentle* Pickes-tirmed. • Piz derisasie to excess, and sometimes, adverbially, man, - before the princess ; I say, none so fit as to pre. far - ets, with the utmost dicety.
sent the nine worthies. • Taying, the water-pat, has given us a syllable more of this Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to elwit o schooliosakonurifcicabilitudinitatibus. But he has **teqrailed Ralelis, who has thus furnished the title of a on that might puzzle Paternoster Row - Antipericatanutupar
Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant genBartojke ibritunes.
tleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because of his ST. frtant asks who is the silly sheep-quis, quis ?
great limb, or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; thie ** of the fire sowels, if you repeat them,” says Moth; ana
Beint does repeat them--,.,1; the other two clinches it,
• V'enew and bout eqnally denote a nui in ierci!3.