1 ACT II. SCENE I-Another part of the same. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants. Boyet. NOW, madam, summon up your dearest spirits : Of all perfections that a man may owe, When she did starve the general world beside, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Beyer. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: And much too little of that good I saw, Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Re-enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, ants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Na varre. 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 wild 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 it; will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Kath. The young Dumain, a well accomplish'd To ask the question! youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; I saw him at the duke Alencon's once; How needless was it then Biron. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o'day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, To have his title live in Aquitain; Dear princess, were not his requests so far Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Or yield up Aquitain. Prin. We arrest your word :Boyet, you can produce acquittances, For such a sum, from special officers Of Charles his father. King. Satisfy me so. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound; To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every place! [Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. Biron. I would, you heard it groan. Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron, Sick at heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Lon. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Lon. God's blessing on your beard! Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu! [Exit Lon Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed: His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be; All senses to that sense did make their repair, To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and without, Who tend'ring their own worth, from where they upon the instant: By heart you love her, because your wery glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Rot. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfally, heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot en joy her. Arm. I am all these three. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all. Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me a letter. Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be embassador for an ass! Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou? Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of horse, for he is very slow-gajted: But I go. him. Res. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim. Beyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? [Singing. Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him fest Lately hither; I must employ him in a letter to D. love. Mth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl? árm. How mean'st thou? brawling in French? Math. No, my complete master: but to jig off a ture at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, our it with turning up your eye-lids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin belly doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours these betray nice wenches-that would be betrayed without these; and make them men of note, (do you note, men ?) that most are affected to these. Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience? Arm. But 0,-but 0, Arm. The way is but short; away. Moth. As swift as lead, sir. Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow? You are too swift, sir, to say so Arm. Sweet sinoke of rhetoric! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he :- By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Re-enter Moth and Costard. Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'en® voy ;-begin. Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the mail, sir: O sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ! Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen: the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a salve? Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? Arm. No, Page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again. Were still at odds, being but three, Moth. Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain; a goose, that's flat: Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.- Moth. By saying, that a Costard was broken in a Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Cost. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in; And Rosaline they call her: ask for her; Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon !-I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon [Exit. --remuneration. Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that bave been love's whip; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought; || A very beadle to a humorous sigh; Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin? Moth. I will tell you sensibly. Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy: I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. Cost. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country-maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; [Giving him money.] for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, I.-Signior Costard, adieu. Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my in-cony Jew! [Exit Moth.]-Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings-remuneration.What's the price of this inkle? a penny :-No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter Biron. I Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration? Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. Cost. When would you have it done, sir? Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this;- The princess comes to hunt here in the park, name, A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; Of trotting paritors,-O my little heart!-- Princess. WAS that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Boyet. I know not ; but. I think, it was not he O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! Prin. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. Fer. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in air, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.- That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. Enter Costard. Prin. Here comes a member of the common-wealth. Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady? Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Cest. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ? Cast. The thickest, and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth. An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine: Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you ca carve; Boyet. I am bound to serve. Prin. We will read it, I swear : Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyrt. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than bendeous; truer than truth itself, have commistration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and maat illustrate king Cophetua set eye upon the pernius and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatemise in the vulgar, (0 base and obscure vulgar!) videlicit, he came, saw, and overcame he came, one; , two; overcame, three. Who came? the king; Why did he come to see; Why did he see? to overrome: To whom came he? to the beggar; What saw he? the beggar; Who overcame he? the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose side? the king's: the captive is enrich'd; On whose side? the beggar's ; The catastrophe is a nuptial; on whose side? the king's? -na, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king; for * stands the comparison: thou the beggar ; for so witneweth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I way: Shai! I enforce thy love? I could: Shall I entrothy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags robes; For tittles, titles; For thyself, me. Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy fjet, my eyes on thy picture, 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 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Submissive fall his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited this letter? Ros. Finely put off! Shall I teach you to know? Why, she that bears the bow. Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on ! Ros. Well then, I am the shooter. Boyet. And who is your deer? Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come near. 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? Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when king Pepin 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 Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [Singing. [Exeunt Ros. and Kath. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand is out. |