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Moth. No, my complete mafter; but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; figh a note and fing a note; fometimes through the throat, as if you fwallow'd love with finging love; fometimes through the nofe, as if you fnuft up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms croft on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbet on a fpit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a fnip and away: *these are 'complishments, these are humours; these betray nice wenches that would be betray'd without thefe, and make them men of note (do you note me?) that are moft affected to these?

Arm. How haft thou purchas'd this experience?
Moth. By my pen of observation.

Arm. But O, but O

Moth. The hobby horfe is forgot.

Arm. Call'st thou my love hobby-horse?

Moth. No, mafter; the hobby-horfe is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney: but have you forgot your love?

Arm. Almoft I had.

Moth. Negligent ftudent, learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Moth. And out of heart, mafter: all those three I will prove.

Arm. What wilt thou prove?

Moth. A man, if I live: And this by, in, and ou of, upon the inftant: by heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her.

Arm. I am all these three.

thefe are compliments.] We fhould read, 'complishments, i. e. accomplishments.

Moth.

Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.

Arm. Fetch hither the fwain, he muft carry me a letter.

Moth. A meffage well fympathiz'd; a horse to be embassador for an ass.

Arm. Ha, ha; what fay'ft thou?

Moth. Marry, Sir, you must fend the afs upon the horfe, for he is very flow-gaited: but I go. Arm. The way is but fhort; away.

Moth. As swift as lead, Sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious?
Is not lead of metal heavy, dull and flow?

Moth. Minimè, honeft mafter; or rather mafter, no.
Arm. I fay, lead is flow.

Moth. You are too swift, Sir, to say so.

Is that lead flow, Sir, which is fir'd from a gun?
Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetoric!

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:
I fhoot thee at the fwain.

Moth Thump then, and I fly.

[Exit.

Arm. A most acute Juvenile, voluble and free of

grace;

By thy favour, fweet welkin, I muft figh in thy face.
Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place.
My herald is return'd.

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Re-enter Moth and Coftard.

Wonder, mafter, here's a Coftard broken in a fhin.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle; come, thy l'envoy begin.

Coft. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy'; no falve in the male, Sir. O Sir, plantan, a plain plantan; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, or falve, Sir, but plantan.

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Arm.

Arm. By vertue, thou enforceft laughter; thy filly thought, my fpleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous fmiling: O pardon me, my ftars! doth the inconfiderate take falve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a falve?

Moth. Doth the wife think them other? is not l'envoy a falve?

Arm. No, page, it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain.

Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it. 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.

There's the moral, now the l'envoy.

Moth. I will add the l'envoy; fay the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were ftill at odds, being but three.

Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

And stay'd the odds by adding four.

A good l'envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire more?

Coft. The boy hath sold him a bargain; a goose, 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; I, that's a fat goofe.

Arm. Come hither, come hither;

How did this argument begin?

Moft. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a

fhin.

Then call'd you for a l'envoy.

Coft. True, and I for a plantan;

Thus came the 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.

Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.

Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth.
I will speak that l'envoy.

Coftard running out, that was fafely within,
Fell over the threshold and broke my fhin.

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Coft. 'Till there be more matter in the fhin. Arm. Sirrah, Coftard, I will infranchise thee. Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; I fmell fome Tenvoy, fome goofe in this.

Arm. By my fweet soul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.

Coft. True, true, and now tion, and let me loofe.

you will be my purga

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

[Exit.

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Moth. Like the fequele, I. Signior Coftard, adieu. [Exit. Coft. My fweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony jewel! Now will I look to his remuneration. muneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration: What's the price of this incle? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it. Remuneration! -why, it is a fairer name than a French crown. I will never buy and fell out of this word.

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Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ? Bircn. What is a remuneration?

Coft. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing.

Biron. O, why then three farthings worth of filk.
Coft. I thank your worship, God be with you.
Biron. O ftay, flave, I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, my good knave,
Do one thing for me that I fhall intreat.

Coft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Coft. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knoweft not what it is..
Coft. I fhall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know firft.
Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morn-
ing.

Biron. It must be done this afternoon.

Hark, flave, it is but this:

The Princess comes to hunt here in the park:
And in her train there is a gentle lady;

When tongues fpeak fweetly, then they name her

name,

And Rofaline they call her; afk for her,

And to her fweet hand fee thou do commend
This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go,
Coft. Guerdon,O fweet guerdon! better than
remuneration, eleven-pence farthing better: most
fweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon,
remuneration.-

Biron. O and I, forfooth, in love!
I, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous figh:

[Exit.

A critic; nay, a night-watch conftable;

A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal more magnificent.

This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,

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