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Enter Costard, Dull, Jaquenétta a Maid. Dull. Sir, the King's plea ure is that you keep Cotard fafe, and you muit let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he inust fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park, she is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing : maid,
[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned.
Coft. Well, Sir, I hope when I do it, I shall 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 light'y rewarded.
Arm. Take away this villain, shut him up.
Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loose; thou shalt to prison.
(7) Maid. Fair weather after you. Come Jaquenetta, away. Thus all the printed copies : but the editors have been guilty of much inadvertence. They make Jaquenetta, and a maid enter: whereas Jaquenetta is the only maid intended by the poet, and who is committed to the custody of Dull, to be convey'd by him to the lodge in the park. This being the case, it is evident to demonstration, that-Fair weather after you -- must be spoken by Jaquenetta ; and then that Dull fays to her, come Jaquenetta, eway, as I have regulated the text.
Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see
Moth. What shall some see ?
Coft. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for.prisoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will say nothing ; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth with Costard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe (which is baser) guided by her foot (which is basest) doth tread. I shall be forsworn, 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 so tempted, and he had an excellent strength ; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier ; the first and second cause will not serve my turn; the Pasado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour; ruft, rapier ; be ftill, drum ; for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Afift, me, fome extemporal god of rhime, for I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.
A C T II. SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catha
rine, Boyet, Lords and other Attendants.
BOY E T.
Consider, whom the King your father ser.ds ; To whom he sends, and what's his embally,
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is 10 ; Who are the votaries, my loving Lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King ?
Lord. Longaville is one.
(8) Wben fhe did ftarve the general world beside,] Catullus has 3 compliment, much of this cast, to his Lesbia in his 87th epigram :
que cum pulcherrima tota eft,
Prin. Know you the man ?
Mar. I knew him, madam, at a marriage feast,
Whose edge hath pow'r to cut, whose will still wills i It should spare none, that come within his
power. Prin. Some merry-mocking Lord, belike; is’t fo ? Mar. They say so moft, that most his humours know.
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest ?
Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd.
Moft power to do moft harm, leaft knowing ill; =;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
Rofa. Another of these students at that time
my Ladies, are they all in love, That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ;
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
Attendants. King. Fair Princess, welcome to the Court of Na
Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and welcome I have not yet : the roof of this Court is too high to be yours ; and welcome to the wide fields, too base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then ; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear Lady, I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my Lord; he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, Will shall break its will, and nothing elie, King. Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my Lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your Grace hath sworn out house-keeping ; 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; And fin to break it. But pardon me, I am too fudden bold : To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouch safe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly refolve me in my suit.