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and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the prin-|Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful

prove; Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour osiers bowed. the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine kill'd, a pricket.

eyes; Nath. "Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; Where all those pleasures live, that art would so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

comprehend : Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it Ir knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall sulargues facility.

fice; The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty! Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee pleasing pricket;

commend : Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonsore with shooting.

der ; The dogs did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps (Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts from thicket;

admire ;). Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his hooting.

dreadful thunder, If sore be sore, then L to sore makes futy sores; 0 Which, not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire.

Celestial, as thou art, oh pardon, love, this wrons, Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but That sings heaven's praise with such an earth! one more L.

tongue ! Nath. A rare talent!

Hol. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws the accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here him with a talent.

are only numbers ratified; but, for the eleganci, Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret. Ove a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, dius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Nase; shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of the jerks of invention ? Imitari, is nothing: so doch memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tireu deilverd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the horse' his rider.–Bút damosella virgin, was this gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am directed to you ? thankful for it.

Jaq. Ay, sir, from one monsieur Biron, one of Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you ; and so the strange queen's lords. may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the by you, and their daughters profit very greatly un

snow-white hana the most beauteous Lady Rosader you: you are a good member of ihe common- line. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, wealth.

for the nomination of the party writing to the person Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they written unto : shall want no instruction : if their daughters be Your ladyship’s in all desired employment, capable, I will put it to them: But, vir sapit, qui

BÍRON. pauca loquitur : a soul feminine saluteth us. Sir Nathaniel, this Biron is one of the votaries with

the king; and here he hath framed a letter to a scEnter Jaquenetta and Costard. quent of the stranger queen's, which, accidentally, Jaq. God give you good morrow, master person. Trip and go, my sweet ; deliver this paper into the

or by the way of progression, hath' miscarried. -Hol

. Master parson,-quasi pers-on. And if one royal hand of the king; it may concern much: Stay should be pierced, which is the one ?

Cost. Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is not thy compliment; í forgive thy duty ; adieu! likest to a hogshead.

Jaq. Good Costard, go with me.-Sir, God save Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint,

Cost. Have with thee, my girl. pearl enough for a swine: 'tis pretty ; it is well.

(Exeunt Cost. and Jan.

Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, Jaq. Good master parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent

very religiously; and, as a certain father saith

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear me from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it. colourable colours. But to return to the verses; Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne Did they please you, sir Nathaniel ? sub umbrâ.

Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.
Ruminat, -and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan!
I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice : pupil of mine ; where if, before repast, it shall

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain
Vinegia, Vinegia,
Chi non le vede, ei non te pregia.

please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth said child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto ;

on my privilege I have with the parents of the fort thee not, loves thee not.-Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.- where I will prove those verses to be very unlearnUnder pardon, sir, what are the contents ? or, rather, led, neither savouring of poetry, wit, nor invention · as Horace says in his—What, my soul, verses ? I beseech your society.

Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.
Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, text) is the happiness of life.

Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the domine. Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I cludes it.—Sir, (To Dull.] I do invite you too; you

Hol. And certes, the text most infallibly con. swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty gentles are at their game, and we will to our

shall not say me, nay: pauca verba. Away; the vowed ! recreation.

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Scene III.
SCENE III —Another part of the same. Enter These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.
Biron, with a paper.

Biron. (Aside.) O, rhymes are guards on wanton

Cupid's hose : Biron. The king he is hunting the deer; I am Disfigure not his slop. coursing myself: they have pitch'd a toil; I am


This same snall go.-
toiling in a pitch; pitch that defiles; defile!' a foull

(He reads the sonnet,
word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so, they did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
say, the fool said, and so say !, and I the fool.1" ("Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,)
Well proved, wit! By the lord, this love is as mad Persuade my heart to this false perjury ?
as Ajax: it kills sheep ; it kills me, I a sheep:/ Vows, for thee broke, deserve noi punishment.
Well proved again on my side! I will not love: if.A woman I forswore ; but, I will prove,
I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. 0, but her eye,-

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee ;
by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; My vow was earlhly, thou á heavenly love ;
har TÉTE yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me.

world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, 1 Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is :
do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth
be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme, and shine,
bere my melancholy. Well

, she hath one o' my Exhalst this vapour vow; in thee it is :
sonnets already; the clown bore it, the fool sent it, If broken then, it is no fault of mine ;
and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool, if by me broke, What fool is not so wise,
sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a To lose an oath to win a paradise ?
pin if the oiher three were in: Here comes one Biron. (Aside.) This is the liver vein, which
with a paper ; God give him grace to groan!

makes flesh a deity;
[Gets up into a tree. A green goose a goddess : pure, pure idolatry.
Enter the King, with a paper.

God amend us, God amend! we are much out o'
King. Ah me!
Biron. (Aside.) Shot, by heaven !-Proceed,

Enter Dumain, with a paper.
sweet Cupid ; thou hast thump'd him with thy Long. By whom shall I send this ?—Company,
bird-bolt under the left pap:-I'faith secrets.-


(Stepping aside. King. (Reads.) So sweet a kiss the golden sun

Biron. [ Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant gives noi

To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, Like a demi-god here sit I in the sky,
As thy (ye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye.

The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows : More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish :
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright Dumain transform’d: four woodcocks in a dish!

Through the transparent bosom of the deep Dum. most divine Kate !
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; Biron. O most profane coxcomb! [Aside.

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep : Dum. By heaven, the wonder of a mortal eye!
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee,

Biron. By earth, she is but corporal; there you
So ridest thou triúmphing in my wo:


(Aside. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber And they thy glory through thy grief will show :

coted. But do noi love inyself; then thou will keep Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

[Aside. O queen of queens, hors far dost thou ercel !

Dim. As upright as the cedar.
Yo thoughi can think, nor longue of mortal tell.-


Stoop, I say; How shall she know my grief ? I'll drop the paper; Her shoulder is with child.

(Aside. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here? Dum.

As fair as day. [Steps aside. Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.

(Aside. Enter Longaville, with a paper.

Dem. O that I had my wish!
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.


And I had mine! (Aside. Biron. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool,

King. And I mine too, good Lord! (Aside. appear!

(Aside. Biron. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good Long. Ah me! I am forsworn.


(Aside. Biron. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wear

Dum. I would forget her; but a fever she ing papers.

Aside. Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. King. In love, I hope Swee: fellowship in

Biron. A fever in your blood, why, then incishame!


sion Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name ? Would let her out in saucers ; Sweet misprision ! (Aside.

(Aside. Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so ?

Dum. Once more I'll read the ode that I have Biron. (Aside.] I could put thee in comfort; not


Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary by two, that I know : Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of


(Aside. society,

Dum. On a day (alack the day !)
The shape of love's Tyburn that hangs up sim-

Love, whose month is ever May,

Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to

Playing in the wanton air :

Through the velvet leaves the roind, O sweet Maria, empress of my love !

All unseen, 'gan passage find;

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Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow ; |Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Air, would I inight triumph so !

Biron. Noi you by me, but I betray'd to you;
But alack, my hand is sworn,

I, that am honest;

1, that hold it sin
Ne'er lo pluck thee from thy thorn : To break the vow I am engaged in ;
Voro, alack, for youth unmeet;

I am betrayed, by keeping company
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

With moon-like inen, of strange inconstancy.
Do not call it sin in me,

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme ? That I am forsworn for thee :

Or groan sor Joan? or spend a minute's time
Thou for whom even Jove would swear, In pruning' me? When shall you hear that I
Juno but an Ethiop were;

Will praise a hand, a foot, a fáce, an eye,
And deny himself for Jove,

A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
Turning mortal for thy love.-

A leg, a limb ?
This will I send ; "and something else more plain, King.

Soft; Whither away so fast? That shall express my true love's fasting pain. A true man, or a thief, that gallops so? ), would the king, Biron, and Longaville,

Biron. I post from love ; good lover, let me go. Were lovers too! III, to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note;

Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. For none offend, where all alike do dote.

Jaq. God bless the king ! Long. Dumain, [advancing.) thy love is far from King.

What present hast thou there? charity,

Cost. Some certain treason. That in love's grief desir’st society:


What makes treason here? You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. To be o'erheard, and taken napping so.


If it mar nothing neither, King. Come, sir, (advancing.) you blush ; as The treason, and you, go in

his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much :

this letter be read; Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

Jaq. I beseech your grace, let in a way together. You do not love Maria ; Longaville

King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the letter. Did never sonnet for her sake compile;

Where hadst thou it? Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart

Jaq. Or Costard. Ifis loving bosom, to keep down his heart.

King. Where hadst thou it ? I have been closely shrouded in this bush,

Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. And mark'd you both, and for you both did blush. King. How now! what is in you? why dost I heard your guilty rhymes, observd your fashion ;

thou tear it ? Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion : Biron. A toy, my liege, a toy; your grace needs Ah me! says one ; 0 Jove! the other cries;

not fear it, One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes : Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore You would for paradise break faith and troth;

let's hear it.

[To Long. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.

(Picks up the picces. (To Dumain. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, [To CosWhat will Biron say, when that he shall hear

tard.) you were born to do me shame. A faith infring'd, which such a zeal did swear? Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. How will he scorn? how will he spend his wit ? King. What? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? Birun. That you three fools lack'd me fool to For all the wealth that ever I did see,



the mess : I would not have him know so much by me. He, he, and you, my licge, and I,

Biron. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me: 0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

[Descends from the tree. Dum. Now the number is even. Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reprove Biron.

True, true; we are sour:These worms for loving, that art most in love? Will these turtles be gone?' Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears, King.

Hence, sirs, awar. There is no certain princess that appears :

Cosi. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traiYou'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing;

tors stay.

(Exeunt Cost, and Jaq. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, 0 let us eniBut are you not asham'd ? nay, are you not,

brace! All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot ?

As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : You found his mote; the king your mote did see; The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face.; But I a beam do find in each of three,

Young blood will not obey an old decree: (), what a scene of foolery I have seen,

We cannot cross the cause why we were born; Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen ! Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn. O me, with what strict patience have I sat, King. What, did these rent lines show some To see a king transformed to a gnat!

love of thine ? To see great Hercules whipping a gigg,

Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the And profound Solomon to tune a jigg,

heavenly Rosaline, And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, And critic? Timon laugh at idle toys!

At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Where lies thy ericf, O tell me, good Dumain ? Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain ? Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? And where my liege's ? all about the breast:- What peremptory eagle-sighted eye A caudle, ho!

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, King. Too bitter is thy jest.

That is not blinded by her majesty ?

King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee (1) Grier. (2) Cynic. (3) In trimming myself. now?


My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; Long. O, some authority now to proceed,

She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Birón: Dum. Some salve for perjury. 0, but for my love, day would turn to night! Biron.

0,"tis more than need !-Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Have at you then, affection's men at arms:

Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Consider, what you first did swear unto;Where several worthies make one dignity; To fast, to study,—and to see no woman ;Where nothing wants, that want itself doth Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth. seek.

Say, can you fast ? your stomachs are too young; Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,- And abstinence engenders maladies.

Fie, painted rhetoric! 0, she needs it 'not: And where that you have vowd to study, lords, To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; In that each of you hath forsworn his book : She passes praise ; then praise too short doth Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ? blot.

For when would you, my lord, or you, or you, A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, Have found the ground of study's excellence,

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Without the beauty of a woman's face ? Beauty doth varnish age, as is new-born, From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;

And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. They are the ground, the books, the académes, O, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine! From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Why, universal plodding prisons up Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine ! The nimble spirits in the arteries ; A wife of such wood were felicity.

As motion, and long-during action, tires 0, who can give an oath? where is a book? The sinewy vigour of the traveller.

That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack, Now, for not looking on a woman's face, If that she learn not of her eye to look:

You have in that forsworn the use of eyes;
No face is fair, that is not full so black. And study too, the causer of your vow:
King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, For where is any author in the world,

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night; Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well. Learning is but an adjunct to ourseli,
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits And where we are, our learning likewise is.
of light.

Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, 0, if in black my lady's brows be deckt, Do we not likewise see our learning there?

It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, 0, we have made a vow to study, lords ; Should ravish doters with a false aspect; And in that vow we have forsworn our books;

And therefore is she born to make black fair. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you, Her favour turns the fashion of the days; In leaden contemplation, have found out

For native blood is counted painting now; Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Of beauteous tutors have enrich'd you with ?

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers And therefore finding barren practisers, black.

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil: Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, bright.

Lives not alone immured in the brain; King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion But with the motion of all elements, crack.

Courses as swift as thought in every power, Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is And gives to every power a double power, light.

Above their functions and their offices. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, It adds a precious seeing to the eye ;

For fear their colours should be wash'd away. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; King. 'Twere good, yours did ; for, sir, to tell A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, you plain,

When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Love's feeling is more sost, and sensible, Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; here.

Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste King. No devil will fright thee then so much as For valour, is not love a Hercules, she.

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, Long. Look, here's thy love: my foot and her As bright Apollo's lute, strúng with his hair ; face see.

[Showing his shoe. And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Biron, 0, if the streets were paved with thine Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. eyes,

Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Drem. O vile! then as she goes, what upward O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, lies

And plant in tyrants mild humility. The street should see as she walk'd over From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: head.

They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? They are the books, the arts, the académes, Biron. 0, nothing so sure; and thereby all for- That show, contain, and nourish all the world :

Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, Then fools you were these women to forswear; now prove

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools. Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love; Drum. Ay, marry, there ;—some flattery for this evil.

(1) Law chicane.


Or for love's sake, a word that loves all men; Hol. Bone ?-bone, for benè: Priscian a little
Or for men's sake, the author's of these women ; scratch'd ; 'twill serve.
Or women's sake, by whom we men are men;
Let us once lose our oaths, to find ourselves,

Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths : Nath. Videsne quis venit ?
It is religion to be thus forsworn:

Hol. Video, el gaudeo.
For charity itself fulfils the law;

Arm. Chirra!

(To Moth. And who can sever love from charity ?

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah? King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the Arm. Men of peace, well encounter'd. field!

Hol. Most military sir, salutation. Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, Moth. They have been at a great feast of la), lords ;

guages, and stolen the scraps. (To Costard aside. Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis'd, Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-baskel In conflict that you get the sun of them.

of words! I 'marvel, thy master hath not eaten Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes by : thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ? King. And win them too: therefore let us devise swallowed than a flap-dragon.

head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier Some entertainment for them in their tents. Molh. Peace; the peal begins. Biron. First, from the park let us conduct them

Arm. Monsieur, [ To Hol.) are you not letter'd ? thither ;

Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook:Then, homeward every man attach the hand What is a, b, spelt backward, with a horn on his of his fair mistress : in the afternoon

head ? We will with some strange pastime solace them,

Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Such as the shortness of the time can shape; Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn :-You For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours, hear his learning. Fore-run fair love, strewing her way with flowers. Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant ?

King: Away, away! no time shall be omitted, Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you re That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Biron. Allons ! Allons ! _Sowd cockle reap'd peat them; or the finh, if I.

Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, corn ;

Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it; And justice always whirls in equal measure:

19, u. Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;

Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterra If so, our copper buys no better treasure.

neum, a sweet touch,' a quick venew of wit : snip, (Exeunt.

snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit

Moth. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which ACT V.

is wit-old.

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure ? SCENE I.Another part of the same. Enter

Moth. Horns.
Holofernes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dull. Hol. Thou disputest like an infant : go, whip

thy gig. Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I Nath. I praise God for you, sir : your reasons' will whip about your infamy circùm circà ; A gig at dinner have been sharp and sententious; plea- of a cuckold's horn! sant without scurrility, witty without affection,” Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, audacious without impudency, learned without thou should'st have it to buy gingerbread: hold, opinion, and strange without heresy. I did con- there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, verse this quondam day with a companion of the thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg or king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don discretion. o, an the heavens were so pleased, thai Adriano de Armado.

thou wert but my bastard ! what a joyful father Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour would'st thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, dunghill, at the fingers' ends, as they say: his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his gene- Hol. O, I smell false Latin ; dunghill for unral behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical.3

guem. He is too picked, 4 too spruce, too affected, too odd, Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled as it were, too perigrinate, as I may call it. from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at Nath. A most singular and choice epithet, the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?

[Takes out his table-book. Hol. Or, mons, the hill. Hol. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such Hol. I do, sans question. fanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-de- Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure vises companions ; such rackers of orthography, as and affection, to congratulate the princess at her to speak, dout, fine, when he should say doubt; pavilion, in the posteriors of this day; which the det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; rude multitude call the afternoon. not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous neighbour, vocatur, nebour ; neigh, abbreviated, sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the ne: This is abhominable (which he would call afternoon: the word is well cull’d, chose ; sweet abominable,) it insinuateth me of insanie ; Ne and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. intelligis do nine ? to make frantic, lunatic. Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and Nath. Laus deo, bone intelligo.

my familiar, I do assure yo.., very good friend :(1) Discourses. (2) Affectation. (6) A small inflammable substance, swallowed (3) Boastful.

(4) Over-dressed. in a glass of wine. (5) Finical exactness.

(7) A hit. '8) Free-school.

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