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And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

[Exeunt King, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.Sirrah, come on.

Cost. 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 sour cup of prosperity ! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Another Part of the same.

Armado's House.

Enter ARMADO and Moth.

Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no.

Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ?

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

Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ?
Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ?

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender,

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.

my tender juvenal?] Juvenal is youth.

Arm. Pretty, and apt.

Moth. How mean you, sir ; I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?

Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. Little pretty, because 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 heatest my blood.

Moth. I am answered, sir.
Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him.

[ A side. Arm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm. Impossible.
Moth. How many is one thrice told ?

Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.

Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete 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 do call, three.
Arm. True.

Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study

crosses love not him.] By crosses he means money.

three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Arm. A most fine figure !
Moth. To prove you a cypher.

[Aside. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I 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 devised courtesy. think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: 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, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage: for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter : and he was in love.

Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Sampson ! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too,--Who was Sampson'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 precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. Of the sea-water, green, sir.
Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?
Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers?: but to

the dancing horse will tell you.] Bankes's horse, which played many remarkable pranks, and is alluded to by many writers contemporary with Shakspeare.

7 Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers :] An allusion to jealousy, or perhaps to the green willow.

have a love of that colour, methinks Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir ; for she had a green wit.
Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.

Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

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

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child ; most pretty, and pathetical! Moth. If she 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 she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,

Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.

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

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three

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

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well.

Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love than my master,

[ Aside. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.

8 Which native she doth owe.] i. e. of which she is naturally possessed.

my digression -] Digression on this occasion signifies the act of going out of the right way, transgression.

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Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Arm. I say, sing.
Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

Enter Dull, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe: and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week : For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman'. Fare you well.

Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid.
Jaq. Man.
Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq. That's hereby?.
Arm. I know where it is situate.
Jaq. Lord, how wise you are !
Arm. I will tell thee wonders.
Jag. With that face?
Arm. I love thee.
Jaq. So I heard you say.
Arm. And so farewell.
Jaq. Fair weather after you !
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.

Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up.
Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away.

1for the day-woman.) i. e. for the dairy-maid. · That's hereby.] i. e. as it may happen.

3 With that face?] This cant phrase has oddly lasted till the present time.

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