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Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth.
Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; I smell fome
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immurd, restrained, captivated, bound.
Coft. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
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 ho-, nours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.-
[Exit. Moth. Like the sequele, I. Signior Coftard, adieu.
[Exit. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony jewel! 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 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 sell out of this word.
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iron. O My.good knave Costard, exceedingly well
Cof. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration?
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir ?
name, And Rosaline they call her; ask for her, And to her sweet hand see thou do commend This seal’d-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
Cost. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven-pence 'farthing better : most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.
[Exit. Biron. O! and I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous figh: A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A doinineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal more magnificent. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This * Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid,
A C T IV.
A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace. Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Lords,
Attendants, and a Forester.
Against the steep uprising of the hill? * Signior Junio's] By this is meant Youth in general.
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the faireft shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot : And thereupon thou speak'st the fairelt shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not so.
O short-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for woe !
For. Yes, inadam, fair.
Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
For. Nothing but fair is that, which
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be fav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days ! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow; now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill, Thus will I save my credit in the shoot, Not wounding, Pity would not let me do't : If wounding, then it was to fhew my Skill; That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, so it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; When for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my
heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise-sake, when they strive to be
Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads."
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
here, Prin. What's your will, Sir ? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one
Boyet. I am bound to serve.
as my wit,
* An' your waste, mistress, were as slender
One o' these maids girdles for your waste should be fit.] And was not one of her Maid's Girdles fit for her? It is plain that my and your have all the Way changed Places, by some Accident or other; and that the Lines fhould be read thus,
An' my waste, mistress, was as slender as your wit,