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Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning || swain) I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring with the manner.

her to trial. Thine, in al compliments of devoted Biron. In what manner?

and heart-burning heat of duty. Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all

DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO. those three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken

Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but following her into the park ; which, put together, the best that ever I heard. is, in manner and form following. Now, sir, for

King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, the manner,-it is the manner of a man to speak

what say you to this? to a woman : for the form,-in some form.

Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. Biron. For the following, sir?

King. Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost. As it shall follow in my correction ; and

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but God defend the right!

little of the marking of it. King. Will you hear this letter with attention?

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

to be taken with a wench. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken

Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken after the flesh.

with a damosel. King. (Reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vice- King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's

Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir; she was earth's God, and body's fostering patron,

a virgin. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaimed, King. So it is,

virgin. Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is,

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was in telling true, but so, so.

taken with a maid. King. Peace.

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. Cost. – be to me, and every man that dares

Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir. not fight!

King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You

shall fast a week with bran and water. King. No words. Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton King: So it is, besieged with sable-coloured and porridge. melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.humour to the most wholesome physicof thy health- My lord Biron see him deliver'd o'er.-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook my. And go we, lords, to put in practice that self to walk. The time when? About the sixth

Which each to other hath so strongly swom. hour ; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and

(Ereunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. men sit down to that nourishment which is called

Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, supper. So much for the time when. Now for the

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. ground which ; which, I mean, I walked upon :

Sirrah, come on, it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where ;

Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir : for true it is, I where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a most preposterous event, that draweth from my true girl ; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: but to and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! (Exeunt. the place, where,-It standeth north-north-east and

Arby east from the west corner of thy curious knol- SCENE IJ.-Another part of the same. . ted garden : there did I see that low-spirited swain,

mado's house. Enter Armado and Moth. that base minnow of thy mirth,

Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great Cost. Me.

spirit grows melancholy? King. that unletter'd small-knowing soul, Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Cost. Me.

Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-same King. that shallow vassal,

thing, dear imp. Cost. Still me.

Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. King. - which, as I remember, hight Cos- Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melantard,

choly, my tender juvenal Cost. O me!

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the workKing – sorted and consorted, contrary to thy|ing, my tough senior. established proclaimed edict and continent canon, Arm. Why tough senior? wby tough senior? with-with,-0 withbut with this I passion to Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal? say wherewith.

Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent Cost. With a wench.

epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which King. — with a child of our grandmother Eve, we may nominate tender. a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent a woman. Hin I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks title to your old time, which we may name tough. me on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of Arm. Pretty, and apt. punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty? and estimation.

Arm. Thou pretty, because little. Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Moth. Little pretty, because little: Wherefore apt? Dull.

Arm. And therefore apt, because quick. King. For Jaquenetta (so is the weaker vessel Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master? called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid Arm. In thy condign praise.

Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. (1) In the fact. (2) A young man. Arm. What that an eel is ingenious ?


Moth. That an eel is quick.

Moth. If she be made of white and red, Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers : Thou Her faults will ne'er be known; beatest my blood.

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Moth. I am answered, sir.

And fears by pale-white shown: Arm. I love not to be crossed.

Then, if she fear, or be to blame, Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crosses? By this you shall not know ; love not him.

(Aside. For still her cheeks possess the same, Arm. I have promised to study three years with Which native she doth owe.2 the duke.

A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

white and red. Arm. Impossible.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and Moth. How many is one thrice told?

the Beggar? Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of Moth.

The world was very guilty of such a ballad a tapster.

some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for

Arm. I confess both ; they are both the varnish | the writing, nor the tune. of a complete man.

Arm. I will have the subject newly writ o'er, that Moth. Then, I am sure you know how much the I may example my digression by some mighty pregross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

cedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I Arm. It doth amount to one more than two. took in the park with the rational hind Costard; Moth. Which the base vulgar do call, three. she deserves well. Arm. True.

Moth. To be whipped ; and yet a better love Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? || than my master.

(Aside. Now here is three studied, ere you' thrice wink : Arm. Sing, boy ; my spirits grow heavy in love. and how easy it is to put years to the word three, Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light and study three years in two words, the dancing-wench. horse will tell you.

Arm. I say, sing. Arm. A most fine figure !

Moth. Forbear till this company be past. Moth. To prove you a cypher, (Aside.

Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love : and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep with a base wench. If drawing my sword against | Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, the humour of affection would deliver me from the nor no penance; but a'must fast three days a-week: reprobate thought of it, I would take desire pri-For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she soner, and ransom him to any French courtier for|| is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. a new devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh; Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid. methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me,

Jag. Man. boy: What great men have been in love?

Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Moth. Hercules, master.

Jag. That's hereby. Arm. Most sweet Hercules !—More authority, Arm. I know wbere it is situate. dear boy, name more ; and, sweet my child, let Jaq. Lord, how wise you are! them be men of good repute and carriage.

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Moth. Samson, master : he was a man of good Jag. With that face? carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town. Arm. I love thee. gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. O well-knit Sarnson ! strong-jointed Sam. Arm. And so farewell. son! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou Jag. Fair weather after you! didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too,-Who Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away. was Samson's love, my dear Moth?

(Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere Arm. Of what complexion ?

thou be pardoned. Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two ; Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do or one of the four.

it on a full stomach. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir,

Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, Arm. Is that one of the four complexions? for they are but lightly rewarded.

Moth. As I have read, sir ; and the best of them Arm. Take away this villain ; shut him up. too.

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away: Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers : but Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, beto have a love of that colour, methinks, Samsoning loose. had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose : thou for her wit.

shalt to prison. Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. desolation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

Moth. What shall some see? masked under such colours.

Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I assist me!

thank God, I have as little patience as another man; Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty,|| and, therefore, I can be quiet. and pathetical!

[Ereunt Moth and Costard.

Arm. I do affects the very ground, which is base, (1) The name of a coin once current. (2) Of which she is naturally possessed. (3) 'Transgression. (4) Dairy.woman (5) Love



Scene I.


dear grace,

where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized,
(which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: In Norinandy saw I this Longaville:
and how can that be true love, which is falsely at- | A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
tempted ? Love is a familiar ; love is a devil : there Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms:
is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
tempted: and he had an excellent strength: yet was| The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,)
Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will;
and therefore too much odds a Spaniard's rapier. Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still
The first and second cause will not serve my turn;

the passado he respects not, the duello he regards | It should none spare that come within his power.
not : his disgrace is to be called boy ; but his glory Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?
is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier ! be Mar. They say so most, that most his humours
still, drum! for your manager is in love ; yea, he

know. loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnetteer. Devise wit;

grow. write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Who are the rest ?

(Exit. Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd


Of all that virtúe love for virtue lov'd:

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill ;

For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
SCENE I.Another part of the same. A pa. And shape to win grace though he had no wit.

vilion and tents at a distance. Enter the Prin- I saw him at the duke Alençon's once ;
cess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, | And much too little of that good I saw,
Boyet, Lords, and other attendants.

Is my report, to his great worthiness.

Ros. Another of these students at that time
Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest? Was there with him : if I have heard a truth,
spirits :

Biron they call him ; but a merrier man,
Consider who the king your father sends ; Within the limit of becoming mirth,
To whom he sends; and what's his embassy : I never spent an hour's talk withal :
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem; His eye begets occasion for his wit ;
To parley with the sole inheritor

For every object that the one doth catch,
Of all perfections that a man may owe,

The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Than Aquitain ; a dowry for a queen.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words, Be now as prodigal of

That aged ears play truant at his tales, As nature was in making graces dear,

And younger bearings are quite ravished; When she did starve the general world beside, So sweet and voluble is his discourse. And prodigally gave them all to you.

Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but|| That every one her own bath garnished

With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues :

Re-enter Boyet.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,


Now, what admittance, lord ?
Than you much willing to be counted wise Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
In spending your wit in the praise of mine. And he, and his competitors in oath,
But now to task the tasker,--Good Boyet, Were all address'da to meet you, gentle lady,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt,
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, He rather means to lodge you in the field
Till painful study shall out-wear three years, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
No woman may approach his silent court: Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
Therefore to us seemeth it a needful course, To let you enter his un peopled house.
Before we enter his forbidden gates,

Here comes Navarre.

(The ladies mask. To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf, Bold of your worthiness, we single you

Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at

As our best-moving fair solicitor :
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of
On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Impórtunes personal conference with his grace. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, wel-
Haste, signify so much ; while we attend, come I have not yet: the roof of this court is too
Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will

. high to be yours; and welcoine to the wild fields Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. too base to be mine.

[Exit. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.

court. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

Prin. I will be welcome then ; conduct me That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

thither. 1 Lord. Longaville is one.

King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin.

Know you the man? Prin. Our lady help my lord ! he'll be forsworn. Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. (1) Arrow to shoot at butts with. (2) Best. (3) Confederates. (4) Prepared

Prin. Wby, will shall break it; will, and nothing || Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not else.

come, King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Where that and other specialities are bound , Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise. | To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping : || All liberal reason I will yield unto. 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand, And sin to break it :

As honour, without breach of honour, may But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;

Make tender of to thy true worthiness : To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, But here without you shall be so receiv'd, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,

(Gives a paper. Though so denied fair harbour in my house. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell;

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away ; To-morrow shall we visit you again.
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
Biron. Did not † dance with you in Brabant grace!
once ?

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

(Exeunt King and his T'rain. Biron. I know, you did.

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own Ros. How needless was it then

heart. To ask the question !

Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations ; I would Biron.

You must not be so quick. || be glad to see it. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such Biron. I would, you heard it groan. questions.

Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, Biron. Sick at heart. 'twill tire.

Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Ros. Not till it leaves the rider in the mire. Biron. Would that do it good?
Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. My physic says,

I.3 Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Biron. Now fair befall your mask!

Ros. No poynt, with my knife. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

Biron. Now, God save thy life! Biron. And send you many lovers!

Ros. And yours from long living! Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving: (Retiring. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is

,I King. Madam, your father here doth intimate,

that same? The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. Disbursed by my father in his wars.

[Erit. But say, that he, or we (as neither have,)

Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in Receiv'd that sum ; yet there remains unpaid

the white? A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

the light. Although not valued to the money's worth.

Long. Perchance, light in the light : I desire her If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied,

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire We will give up our right in Aquitain,

that, were a shame. And hold fair friendship with his majesty.

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
For here he doth demand to have repaid

Long. God's blessing on your beard !
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, She is an heir of Falconbridge.
To have his title live in Aquitain;

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
Which we much rather had depar12 withal, She is a most sweet lady.
And have the money by our father lent,

Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.

(Exit Long Dear princess, were not his requests so far

Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
And go well satisfied to France again.

Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu !
And wrong the reputation of your name,

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. In so unseeming to confess receipt

(Erit Biron.-Ladies unmask. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; King. I do protest, I never heard of it; Not a word with him but a jest. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,


And every jest but a word. Or yield up Aquitain.

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at Prin.

We arrest your
word :

his word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances,

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to For such a sum, from special officers

board. Of Charles his father.

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry !
Satisfy me so.


And wherefore not ships ? (1) Whereas (2) Part. (3) Ave, yes.

(4) A French particle of negation.



I will prove.

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Arm. How means't thou? brawling in French? Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off the jest?

a tune at the tongue's end, canary4 to it with your Boyel. So you grant pasture for me.

feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids ; sigb

Offering to kiss her. I a note, and sing a note ; sometime through the Mar.

Not so, gentle beast ; | throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; My lips are no common, though severall they be. sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Boyet. Belonging to whom?

love by smelling love; with your hat penthouseMar.

To my fortunes and me. I like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Prin. Good wits will be jangling : but, gentles, crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on agree :

a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man The civil war of wits were much better used after the old painting; and keep not too long in On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. one tune, but a snip and away: These are comBoyet. If my observation (which very seldom ||plements, these are humours; these betray nice lies,)

wenches-that would be betrayed without these ; By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, and make them men of note (do you note, men?) Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

that most are affected to these. Prin. With what?

Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience ? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Moth. By my penny of observation. Prin. Your reason?

Arm. But 0,-but 0,Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their Moth. ---the hobby-horse is forgot. retire

Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse? To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you Proud with bis form, in his eye pride expressed, forgot your love? His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Arm. Almost I had. Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be ; Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart. All senses to that sense did make their repair, Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. To feel only looking on fairest of fair :

Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Arm. What wilt thou prove? Who, tendering their own worth, from where they Moth. A man, if I live: and this, by, in, and were glass'd,

without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. because your heart cannot come by her: in heart His face's own margent did quote such amazes, you love her, because your heart is in love with her; That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes : and out of heart you love her, being out of heart I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, that you cannot enjoy her. An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Arm. I am all these three.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd- Moth. And three times as much more, and yet Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his nothing at all! eye hath disclos'd :

Arm. Fetch hither the swain; he must carry me I only have made a mouth of his eye,

a letter. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Moth. A message well sympathised ; a horse to Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak’st || be ambassador for an ass ! skilfully.

Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ? Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon news of him.

the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her Arm. The way is but short; away. father is but grim.

Moth. As swift as lead, sir.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches? Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?

No. Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

What then, do you see? Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, magRos. Ay, our way to be gone.

ter, no. Boyet.

You are too hard for me. Arm. I say, lead is slow.

(Exeunt. Moth. You are too swift, sir, to gay so ;

Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?

Arm. Sweet smoke of rbetoric !

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's
SCENE I.-Another part of the same. Enter

I shoot thee at the swain.
Armado and Moth.


Thump then, and I flee.

(Exit. Am. Warble, child ; make passionate my sense Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of hearing.

of grace! Moth. Concolinel

(Singing. By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face; Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; takeMost rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him | My berald is return'd. festinately? hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love.

Re-enter Moth and Costard. Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costardo French brawl?

broken in a shin. (1) A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands. (4) Canary was the name of a sprightly dance. (2) Hastily. (3) A kind of dance.

(5) Quick, ready. (6) Ahead


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