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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 Jacques Falconbridge solemnized, (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: In Normandy saw I this Longaville: and how can that be true love, which is falsely at-lA man of sovereign parts he is esteemid; 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 The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, Was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very goods (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,). wit. Cupid's butt-shaslı' is too hard for Hercules' Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still rapier. The first and second cause will not serve wills my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello It should none spare that come within his power. he regards not his disgrace is to be called boy ; Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! Mar. They say so most, that most his humours rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is

know. in love, yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extem Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they poral god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn son

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

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

Of all that virtue love for virtue lor'd:

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;

For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, SCENE 1.-Another part of the same. A pavi- I saw hit: at the duke Alençon's once;

And shape to win grace though he had no wit. lion and lents at a distance. Enter the Princess And much too little of that good I saw, of France, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Is my report, to his great worthiness. Lords, and other attendants.

Rós. 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 tonguc (conceit's expositor,) Than Aquitain; a dowry for a queen.

Deliver's in such apt and gracious words, Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

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

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

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

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'dto 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 Tin painful study shall out-wear thiee 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 bis unpeopled house. Before we enter his forbidden gates,

Here comes Navarre.

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

Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and alAs our best-moving fair solicitor:

tendants, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Navarre. Impórtunes personal conference with his grace. Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and, welHaste, 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 welcome 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 80.

court. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct ine 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. Why, 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 1 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 Train. 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, 1.3
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye ? Biron. Now fair betall your mask!

Ros. No poynt,* with my kniie. Ros. Fair fall the face il 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... [Reliring. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is King. Madam, your father here doth intimate,

that same ? The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Boyel. 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.

[Exit. 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. Perehance, light in the light: I desire her If then the king your father will restore

name. But that one hall which is unsatisfied,

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; lo 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,

Boyel. Her mother's, I have heard.
For bere 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 departa 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 gelde 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 unsceming to confess receipt

[Ecii 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 his Prin. We arrest your word:

word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances,

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

board. Of Charles his father.

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


And wherefore not ships (1) Whereas. (2) Part. (3) Aye, yos.

(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, canarye to it with your Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids ; sigh

[Offering to kiss her. 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 several' they be. sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up Boyet. Lelonging to whom?

love by sinelling love; with your hat penthouseMar.

To my fortunes and me. like, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, genties, 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 are most atiected 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. 1" Prin. Your reason ?

Arin. 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 ayate, with your print impressed, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you Proud with his 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 lace'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 disposidMoth. 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. Molh. A message well sympathised; a horse to Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak’st be ambassador for an ass ! skilfully.

Arin. 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 swiit as lead, sir. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches ?

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ? Mar.

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

What then, do you see? Moth. Minimé, honest master; or rather, mas Ros. 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 say so;
Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun ?

Arn. Sweet smoke of rhetoric !

He reputes me a cannon; ind the bullet, that's


I shoot thee at the swain. SCENE I.Another part of the same, Enler


Thump then, and I filee. Armado and Moth.

(Exit. Arm. 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 ; take Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him My herald is return'd. festinately2 hither; I must employ him in a letter

Re-enter Moth and Costard. to my love.

Moth. Master, will you win your love with a Moth. A wonder, master ; here's a Costard" French brawl ?

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

(5) Quick, ready (6) A head.

Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come,—thy rance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing l'envoy;'_begin.

but this : Bear this significant to the country-maid Cost. No egma, no riddle, no Venvoy; no salve Jaquenetta : there is remuneration ;, [Giving him in the mail, sir : 0, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; money.) for the best ward of mine honour, is, reno l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain warding my dependents. Moth, follow. [Erit.

Arn. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy Moth. Like the sequel, 1.—Signior Costard, silly thought, my, spleen; the heaving of my lungs adieu. provokes me to ridiculous smiling: 0, pardon me, Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony? my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for

Jew !

(Erit Moth. l'envoy, and the word, l'envog, for a salve? Now will I look to his remuneration. Remunera

Moih. Do the wise think them other ? is not tion! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: l'envoy a salve ?

three farihings-remuneration. What's the price Arn. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse of this inkle? a penny:-No, ru give you a reto make plain

muneration : why, it carries it.-Remuneration Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will sain.

never buy and sell out of this word. I will example it : The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,

Enter Biron. Were still at odds, being but three.

Biron. O, my good knave Costard ! excecdingly There's the moral: Now the l'envoy.

well met. Moth. I will add the l'envoy : Say the moral Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon again.

may a man for a remuneration ? Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Biron. What is a remuneration ? Were still at odds, being but three :

Cost. Marry, sir, hall-penny farthing. Moth. Until the goose came out of door,

Biron, 0, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Cost. I thank your worship: God be with you ! Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee: with my l'envoy.

As thou wilt win my favour, good my knate, The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. Were still at odds, being but three:

Cost. When would you have it done, sir ? Arn. Until the goose came out of door,

Biron. O, this afternoon. Staying the odds by adding four.

Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose ; Biron. 0, thou knowest not what it is. Would you desire more?

Cost, I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Cost. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. that's flat:

Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be morning. fat.

Biron. It must be done this asternoon. Hark, To sell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and slave, it is but this loose :

The princess comes to hunt here in the park, Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. And in her train there is a gentle lady; Arm. Come hither, come hitler: How did this When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her argument begin?

name, Moth. By saying that a Costard was broken in And Rosaline they call her : ask for her; a shin:

And to her white hand see thou do commend Then call'd you for the l'enroy.

This seald-up counsel. There's thy guerdon;' go. Cost. True, and I for a plantain ; Thus came

[Gives him money. your argument in ;

Cost. Guerdon,-0 sweet guerdon! better than Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better : Most bought;

sweet guerdon! I will do it, sir, in print.–GuerAnd he ended the market.


[Exit. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard Biron. O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that broken in a shin?

have been love's whip; Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

A very beadle to a humourous sigh; Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; speak that l'envoy :

A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Costard, running out, that was safely within, Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. This senior-junior, giant-dwars, Dan Cupid;
Cost. Till there be no more matter in the shin. Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,

Cost. 0, marry me to one Frances :-) smell Liege of all loiterers and maleontents, some l'envoy, some goose, in this.

Dread prince of plackets, king of coilpieces, Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at Sole imperator, and great general liberty, enfreedoming thy person ; thou wert im- Or trotting paritors, -O my little heart!mured, restrained, captivated, bound.

And I to be a corporal of his field, Cost. True, true ; and now you will be my pur- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! gation, and let me loose.

What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from du woman, that is like a German clock,

(1) An old French term for concluding verses, (4) With the utmost exactness. which served either to convey the moral, or to ad (5) Hooded, veiled. (6) Petticoats. dress the poem to some person.

(7) The officers of the spiritual courts who servo (2) Delightful.

(3) Reward.


Still a repairing; ever out of frame;

Enter Costard. And never going aright, being a watch,

Prin. Here comes a member of the commonBut being watch'd that it may still go right?

wealth. Nay, to be perjur’d, which is worst of all;

Cost. God dig-you-den' all! Pray you, which is And, among three, to love the worst of all; the head lady? A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;

that have no heads. Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed, Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ? Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard : Prin. The thickest, and the tallest. And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest ! it is so; truth To pray for her! Go to; it is a plugue

is truth. That Cupid will impose for my neglect

An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit, of his almighty dreadful little might.

One of these maids' girdies for your waist should Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; are not you the chief woman ? you are the thickest Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.


here. Prin. What's your will, sir? what's your will ? Cost. I have a letter from monsieur Biron, to one

lady Rosaline. ACT IV.

Prin. 0, ihy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend

of mine: SCENE I.-Another part of the same. Enter Stand aside, good bearer.-Boyet, you can carve ;

Break The Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet,

up this capon." Lords, attendants, and a Forester.


I am bound to serve.

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here; Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse It is writ to Jaquenetia. so hard


We will read it, I swear: Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear. Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Boyet. [Reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous mind.

truth itseij, that thou art lovely : More fairer than Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch; fair, beautiful than beauteous ; truer than truth On Saturday we will return to France.

itself, have commiseration on thy heroical rassal! Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, The magnanimous and most illustrate? king CoThat we must stand and play the murderer in? phetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate

For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot. rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in

Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, the vulgar (o base and obscure vulgar !) videlicet, And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot. We camc, sát, and overcame : he came, one; saw,

For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. 1200; overcame, three. Who came ?' the king ; Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again Why did he come ? to see; Why did he see ? to say, no?

overcome : To whom camé he ? to the beggar; O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for wo! What saw he ? the beggar; Who overcame he ? For. Yea, madam, fair.

the beggar: The conclusion is victory; On whose Prin.

Nay, never paint me now; side ? the king's: the captive is enriched ; On whose Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. side ? the beggar's; The catastrophe is a nuptial; Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; On whose side? the king'sno, on both in one, or

(Giving him money. one in both. I am the king ; for so stands the comFair payment for foul words is more than due. parison : thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit

. loveliness. Shall I command thy love? I may Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. Shall I enforce thy love ? I could: Shall I entreut O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

thy lore? I will. "What shalt thou exchange for A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.— rags ? robes; For tittles, titles : For thyself, me. But come, the bow:--Now mercy goes to kill, Thus, expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy A shooting well is then accounted ill.

fool, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy Thus will I save my credit in the shoot :

every part. Not-wounding, pity would not let me do't;

Thine, in the dearest design of industry, If wounding, then it was to show my skill,"

Don Adriano de Armado. That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar And, out of question, so it is sometimes;

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Glory grows guilly of detested crimes;

Submissive fall his princely feet before, When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, And he from sorage will incline to play: We bend to that the working of the heart:

But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? As I, for praise alone, now scck to spill

Food for his rage, repasture for his den. The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sove

this letter? reignty

What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear Only for praise sake, when they strive to be

better? Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford Boyet. am much deceived, but I remember To any lady that subdues a lord.

Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it

(1) God give you good even.
(2) Open this letter. (3) Illustrious.

(4) Just now.

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