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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 file hall give os caufe to climb in the merriness. Coft. 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 ?

Coft. In manner and form, following, Sir; all those three. I was fecn with her in the Manor-house, ffting 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?

Cop. As it shall follow in my correction; and God defend the right! King. Will


hear the letter with attention? Birin. As we would hear an oracle. Coff. Such is the fimplicity of man to bearken after the fleth.

(5) A bigb bope for a low heaven;] A low beaven, sure, is a very intricate Matter to conceive. But our accurate Editors seem to obferve the Rule of Horace, whenever a moot Point Naggers them, dignus vindice rodus ; and where they cannot overcome a Difficulty, they bring in Heaven to untie the Knot. As God grant us Patience immediately followed, they thought, Heaven of Consequence must be coupled with it. But, I dare warrant, I have retrieved the Poet's true Reading and the Meaning is this. “ Tho you hope for $high Words, and should have them, it will be but a low Acqui“ fition at bett." This our Poet calls a low Having : and it is a Subftantive, which be uses in several other Passages.

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King Reat 'deputy, the welkin's vice-gerent, and fole reads. dominator of Navarre, my soul's 'earth’s God, and body's foftring patron

Cod. Not a word of Coftard yet.
King. So it is

Coft. It may be fo; but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but fo.

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

King. So it is, Beheged with fable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humour to the most wholesome phyfick of thy health.giving air ; and as I am a gentleman, betook myself 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 calid fupper : so much for the time, when. Now for the ground, which : which, I mean, I walkt upon; it is ycleped, thy park. Then for the place, where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most prepostorous event, that draweth from my fnow-wbite pen the ebon-colour'd ink, which here thou vieweft, beholdest, surveyeft, or feeft. But to the place where; It flandeth north north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curiouss-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited fwain, that base minow of thy mirth, (Coft. Me ?) that unletter'd small-knowing soul, (Coft. Me ?) that shallow vafal, (Coft. Still me?) which, as I remember, hight Coltard; (Coff. O mel) forted and conforted, contrary to thy established proclaimed ediet and continent canon, with, with, O with, but with this, I paffion to say wherewith: Coft. With a wench.

King. With a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or for thy more understanding, a woman; him, I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on) have sent to thee, to rea ceive the meed of punishment, by tby sweet Grace's Officer, Anthony Dall, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing and sstimation,


. Me, an't shall please you : I am Anthony Dell. King. For Jaquenetta, (f) is the weaker veffél call's) which I apprebended with the aforesaid fwain, I keep her as a valjal of tby law's fury, and fall at the least of thy sweet notice bring her to trial. Thine in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armada

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

King. Ay; the best for the worlt, But, firrah, what say you to this ?

Cot. Sir, I confess the wench.
King. Did you hear the proclamation ?

Coft. I do confefs 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 damorei.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damofel.

Cost. This was no damosel neither, Şir, she was a. virgin.

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

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

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

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

Cof. 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 fo 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. Coft. I suffer for the truth, Sir : for true it is, I was


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


SCEN E changes to Armado's House.

Enter Armado, and Moth.

Arm. Bu a man of great

fpirit grows melancholy ? Moth. A great sign, Sir, that he will look sad.

Arm. Why, fadness is one and the self-fame thing, dear imp.

"Moth. No, no; O Lord, Sir, no.

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

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

Ärm. Why, tough Signior? why, tough Signior ? Moth. Why, tender Juvenile? why, tender Juveniles

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. Howv mean you, Sir, I pretty, and my faying apt? or I apt, and my faying pretty Arm. Thou pretty, because little. Moth. Little! 'pretty, becaufe 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 hear'ít my blood.


Moth. I am answer’d, Sir.
Arm. I love not to be crost.

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. Impoffible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told?

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

Arm. I confefs both; they are both the varnish of a compleat man.

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

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. Moth. Which the base vulgar call, three. Arm. True, Mcth. Why, Sir, is this such a piece of Audy? now here's three studied ere you'll thrice wink; and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing-horse will tell you.

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

Arm. I will hereupon confefs, I am in love ; and, as it is base for a soldier to love, fo 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 cart'ly. I think it scorn to figh; methịnks, I Mould out-swear Cupid. Comfort nie, boy i 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, maiter; he was a man of good car

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