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riage; great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Sampfon, ftrong-jointed Sampfon! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampfon's love, my dear Moth?

Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Of what complexion ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precifely of what complexion ?
Moth. Of the fea-water green, Sir.

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Moth. As I have read, Sir, and the best of them too.. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had fmall reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her. wit.

Moth. It was fo, Sir, for fhe had a green wit.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, are mask'd. under fuch colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, affift me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child, most pretty and pathetical!

Moth. If fhe be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known

;

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale-white shown;

Then if the fear, or be to blame,
By this you fhall not know;

For ftill her cheeks poffefs the fame,
Which native fhe doth owe.

A dangerous rhime, mafter, against the reafon of white

and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

Moth. The world was guilty of fuch a ballad fome

three

three ages fince, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it would neither ferve for the writing, nor the tune.

Arm. I will have that fubject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty prefident. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coftard; the deferves well

Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my mafter.

Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Arm. I fay, fing.

Math. Forbear, till this company is past.

Enter Coftard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid.

Dull. Sir, the King's pleasure is, that you keep Cofard fafe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he muft faft three days a week. For this damfel, I must keep her at the park, fhe is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.

Arm. I do betray my felf with blushing: maid,Faq. Man,

Arm. I will vifit thee at the lodge.

Jaq. That's here by.

Arm. I know, where it is fituate.

Jaq. Lord, how wife you are!

Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq. With that face?

Arm. I love thee.

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(6) Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away.]

Thus all the printed Copies: but the of much Inadvertence. They make

Editors have been guilty
Jaquenetta, and a Maid

enter:

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou

be pardoned.

Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd.

Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up.

Moth. Come, you tranfgreffing flave, away.

Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loofe.

Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loose; thou fhalt to prison.

Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, some shall see

Moth. What fhall fome fee?

Coft. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Coftard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her fhoe (which is bafer) guided by her foot (which is bafeft) doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and second cause will not ferve my

enter: whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid Poet, and who is committed to the Cuftody convey'd by him to the Lodge in the Park. Cafe, it is evident to Demonftration, thatafter you

intended by the of Dull, to be This being the

Fair Weather

must be spoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come, Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text.

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turn; the Paffado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me, fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, 1 fhall turn fonnet. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit.

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II.

SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace.

Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants.

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BOYET.

OW, Madam, fummon up your deareft fpirits;
Confider, whom the King your father fends;
To whom he fends, and what's his embaffy.
Your felf, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the fole inheritor

Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchlefs Navarre; the plea, of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a Queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,

When she did ftarve the general world befide,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapmens' tongues.
I am lefs proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wife,
In fpending thus your wit in praise of mine.
But now, to task the tasker; good Boyet,

You

You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noife abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
'Till painful study fhall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his filent Court;
Therefore to us feems it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleafure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthinefs, we fingle you
As our best-moving fair follicitor.

Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On ferious bufinefs, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes perfonal conference with his Grace.
Hafte, fignifie fo much, while we attend,
Like humble-vifag'd fuitors, his high will.

Boyet. Proud of imployment, willingly I go. [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo;

Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King?
Lord. Longaville is one.

Prin. Know you the man?

Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft,

Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized.

In Normandy faw I this Longaville,

A man of fovereign parts he is efteem'd ;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms,
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only foil of his fair virtue's glofs,
(If virtue's glofs will ftain with any foil,)
Is a fharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will;
Whofe edge hath power to cut, whofe will ftill wills
It should spare none, that come within his power.

Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike; is't fo? Mar. They fay fo moft, that most his humours know.

Prin. Such fhort-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the reft?

Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,. Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd.

Most power to do moft harm, least knowing ill;

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