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Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth.
Coft. O, marry me to one Francis; I smell fome l'envoy, some goose in this.
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immur’d, 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,
[Exit, Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony jewel! Now will I look to his remuneration. Res 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 sell out of this word.
Cost. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration?
Biron. O stay, slave, I must employ thee:
Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Coft. Guerdon,- sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven-pence farthing better : moft sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.
very beadle to a humorous sigh: ? Q<z!? 2° 1'022$
i. This * Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid,
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
Of trotting parators : (O my little heart!) e And I to be a corporal of his File,
And wear his colours ! like a tumbler, stoop!
A C T IV.
S CE N E I.
A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.
Attendants, and a Forefter.
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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 fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot : And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again say, O short-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for woe!
For. Yes, madam, fair.
Prin. Nay, never paint me now; Where fair is not, praise cannot
nend the brow, Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; Fair
payment for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that, which you inherit.
Prin. See, fee, my beauty will be sav'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 shew my Skill; That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. And, out of question, fo it is sometimes; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; When for fame's fake, 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 curft wives hold that felf-sovereignty
Only for praise-fake, when they strive to be. 'I
Prin. Only for praise ; and praise we may afford
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cot. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
are the thickest here. Prin. What's your will, Sir ? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one
I am bound to serve.
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 should be read thus,
An' my waste, mistress, was as slender as your wit,