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Prin. We will read it, I swear.
that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely; more fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself; have commiseration on thy heroical vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua fet eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he canie, faw, and overcame ; he came, one ; faw, two; overcame, three. Who came ? the King. Why did he come? to fee. Why did he fee? To whom came he ? to the beggar.
What saw he ? the beggar. Who overcame he? the beggar. The conclusion is viclory; on whose fide? the King's; the captive is inrich d: on whose fide ? the beggar's. The cataNrophe is a nuptial : on whose fide ? the King's? no, on both in one, or one in both : I am the King, (for fo sands the comparison) thou the beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love ? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What Jhalt thou exchange for rags ? robes; for tittles? titles :
for thyself? mie. Thus expe&ting thy reply, I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy pi&ture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine in the dearest design of industry,
Don Adriano de Armado.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
preyi Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor foul) what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
you ever hear
Prin. What plume of feathers is 'he, that indited
stile. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere
Prin. Thou, fellow, a word :
thee this letter?
Coft. From my lord Berown, a good master of mine,
[Exit Princess attendid.
Rof. Well then, I am the shooter.
Finely put on, indeed.
Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she
strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her
now? Rof. Shall I come upon thee with an old faying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
Rof. Thou can't not hit it, hit it, hit it. [Singing. Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
Boyet. An' I cannot, cannot, cannot ; An' I cannot, another can.
Exit Ror. Cof. By my troth, most pleasant, how both did
fit it. Mar. A mark marvellous well fhot; for they both
did hit it. Boyet. A mark? 0, mark but that mark! a mark,
says my lady: Let the mark' have a prick in't ; to meet at, if it Mar. Wide o' th' bow-hand; i'faith, your hand is
out. Cost. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit
the clout. Boyet. An' if my hand be out, then, belike, your
hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the
pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily: your lips
Coft. She's too hard for you at pricks, Sir, chal.
lenge her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; good night my good owl.
[Exeunt all but Costard. Coft. By my soul, a swain ; a most fimple clown! Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down!
O my troth, most sweet jelts, most in-cony vulgar
were, fo fit.
will fwear :
[Shouting within S CE N E II.
Enter Dull, Holofernes, and Sir Nathaniel.
the testimony of a good Conscience.
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are fweetly varied, like a scholar at the leaft: but, Sir, I assure
it was a buck of the first head.
Hol. Moft barbarous intimation ; yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication; facere, as it were, replication; or rather, ostentare, 10 fhow, as it were his inclination; after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or rathereft unconfirmed fashion, to infert again my haud credo for a deer.
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricket.
Hol. Twice sod fimplicity, bis co&us ; 0 thou monfter ignorance, how deformed dost thou look ?
Nath. Sir, he hath never fed on the dainties that are bred in a book. He hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished. He is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; and such barren plants are set be. fore us, that we thankfi
uld be for those parts, (which we taste and feel, ingradare) that do fructify in us, more than He. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
or a fool; So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in
a school. But omne bene, say I ; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind.
Dúll. You two are book-men; can you tell by
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five
weeks old as yet? Hol. Di&tynna, good-man Dull; Dittynna, good-man Dull,
Lull. What is Dittynna?
And rought not to five weeks, when he came to five
score. * Th' allusion holds in the exchange.
Dull. 'Tis true, indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.
Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allufion holds in the exchange.
Dull. And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old;
* Th' allusion holds in the exchange.] i. e. thc Riddle is as good when I use the Name of Adam, as when you use the Name of Cain.