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For what is inward between us, let it pass :—I do! Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in beseech thee, remember thy courtesy ;-1 beseech rhyme thee, apparel thy head ; and among other importu- As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, nate and most serious designs,-and of great im- Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; port, indeed, too ;--but let that pass :- for I must That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) Ros. That was the way to make his god-head sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with wax;6 his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement,? For he hath been five thousand years a boy. with my mustachio: but sweet heart, let that pass. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. By the world, I recount no fable ; some certain Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart
your sister. to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; seen the world: but let that pass.-The very all of And so she died : had she been light like you, all is,-but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,- of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, that the king would have me present the princess, She might have been a grandam ere she died : sweet chuck, 3 with some delightful ostentation, or And so may you; for a light heart lives long. show, or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse,'
of this understanding that the curate and your sweet sell, light word ? are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you Ros. We need more light to find your meaning withal, to the end to crave your assistance.
out. Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff;' Forthies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. this day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. and learned gentleman,-before the princess; Í Kath. You weigh me not,--0, that's, you care not say, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.
Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. to present them?
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of witwell play'd Hol
. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant But Rosaline, you have a favour too: gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because Who sent it? and what is it? of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the
I would, you knew. great; the page, Hercules.
An if my face were but as fair as yours, Arm. Pardon, sir, error : he is not quantity My favour were as great; be witness this. enough for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón : as the end of his club.
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present I were the fairest goddess on the ground; Hercules in minority; his enter and exit shall be I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. stranzling a snake; and I will have an apology for 0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter !
Prin. Any thing like? Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules! Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. now thou crusheth the snake! that is the way to
Kath. Fair as text B in a copy-book. make an offence gracious; though sew have the Ros. 'Ware pencils ! How ? let me not die your grace to do it.
debtor, Arm. For the rest of the worthies ?
My red dominical, my golden letter : Hol. I will play three myself.
O, that your face were not so full of O's! Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows Arm. Shall I tell you a thing ?
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair DuHol. We attend.
main ? Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antic. Kath. Madam, this glove. I beseech you, follow.
Did he not send you twain ! Hol. Vía,• 'good man Dull! thou has spoken no Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover, word all this while.
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
Vilely compild, profound simplicity. Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longa play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them
The letter is too long by half a mile. Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away.
Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in [Exeunt. heart,
The chain were longer, and the letter short ? SCENE II. Another part of the same. Before Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never the Princess's Pavilion. Enter the Princess,
part. Katharine, Rosaline, and Maria.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.
Ros. Thevare worse fools to purchase mocking so Il fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady walled about with diamonds !
0, that I knew he were but in by the week! Look what I have from the loving king.
How would I make him fawn, and beg, and seek, Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes ; (1) Confidential. (2) Beard. (3) Chick. (4) Suit. (5) Courage.
(6) Grow. |(7) Formerly a term of endearment. (8) In anger
dance the hay:
And shape his service wholly to my behests; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear; And make him proud to make me proud that jests! And then the king will court thee for his dear; So portent-like would I o'ersway his state, Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine · i hat he should be my fool, and I his fate. So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are And change you favours too ; so shall your loves catch'd,
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes. As wit turn’d fool : folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in sight. Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent ! And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such They do it but in mocking merriment; excess,
And mock for mock is only my intent.'
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't!
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a fool :
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace ; Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. But, while 'tis spoke, tach turn away her face. Boyet. 0, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's her grace ?
heart, Prin. Tły news, Boyet ?
And quite divorce his memory from his part. Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare !-- Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, Arm, wenches, arm; encounters mounted are The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Against your peace : Love doth approach disguis'a, There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; Arm'd in arguments; you'll be surpris'd:
To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Muster your wits ; stand in your own defence;
So shall we stay, mocking intended game; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence. And they, well inock’d, depart away with shame. Prin. Saint Dennis to saint Cupid! What are
[Trumpets sound within they,
Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
maskers come. | The ladies mask. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumai, I though to close mine eyes some half an hour :
in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, musiWhen, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
cians, and attendants. Toward that shade I might behold addrest The king and his companions : warily
Moth. All hail ! the richest beauties on the earth! I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. And overheard what you shall overhear;
Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, That, by and.by, disquis'd they will be here.
t'The ladies turn their backs to him. Their hérald is a pretty knavish page,
That ever turn'd their-backs to mortal cieus! That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to morlal views! Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : OulAnd ever and anon they made a doubt,
Boyet. True; out, indeed. Presence majestical would put him out:
Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirils, For, quoth the king, an angel shall thou see;
vouchsafe Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
Not to behold The boy replied, An angel is not evil;
Biron. Once to behold, rogue. I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed With that all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the eyes, with your sun-beamed eyesshoulder;
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet; Making the bald wag by their praises bolder. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. One rubb’d his elbow, thus; and fleerd, and swore, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings A better speech was never spoke before: Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come whal will come :
rogue. 'The third he caper'd, and cried, I goes well : Ros. What would these strangers ? know their The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
minds, Boyet: With that, they all did tumble on the ground, If they do speak our language, 'tis our will With such a zealous laughter, so profound, That some plain man recount their purposes : That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
Know what they would.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us? Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.
Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: Roš. Why, that they have; and bid theni so be And every one his love-feat will advance
gone. Unto his several mistress; which they'll know Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone. By favours several which they did bestow.
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be To tread a measure with you on this grass. task'd :
Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many Por, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ;
a mile, And not a man of them shall have the grace, To tread a measure with you on this grass, Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, Mar. Name it.
Fair lady,Boyet. Il, to come hither you have measur'd miles, Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord, And inany miles; the princess bids you tell, Take that for your fair lady. How many inches do fill up one mile.
Please it you,
[They converse apari. Ros.
How many weary steps, Kath. What, was your visor made without a Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
tongue ? Are number'd in the travel of one mile?
Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you, Kath. 0, for your reason? quickly, sir;. I long. Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
Long. You have a double toague within your That we may do it still without accompt.
mask, Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, And would afford my speechless visor half. That we, like savages, may worship it.
Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not veal Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
a call? King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Long. A calf, fair lady? Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine Kath.
No, a fair lord cal. (Those clouds remov'd,) upon our wat'ry eyne. Long. Let's part the word. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter ; Kath.
No, I'll not be your ball: Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these one change :
sharp mocks! Thou bid'st me beg; this begging is not strange. Will you give horns, chaste lady ? do not so. Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it Kaik. Then die a call, before your horns do grow.
(Music plays. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Not yet ;-no dance:-thus change I like the moon. Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you King. Will you not dance ? How come you thus
[They converse apari. estrang'd ?
Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Seemeth their conference ; their conceits hare
wings, Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter chance,
things. We'll not be nice: take hands ;=we will not dance. Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, King. Why take we hands then ?
break off. Ros.
Only to part friends :- Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
wits. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.
(Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, music, King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your
and altendants. company?
Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.Ros. Your absence only.
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ? King.
That can never be. Boyel. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu ; puff'd out. Twice to your visor, and hall once to you!
Ros. Well-liking wits they have ; gross, gross King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. fat, fat. Ros. In private then.
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! King
I am best pleas'd with that. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?
[They converse apart. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. with thee.
Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases! Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is the king was weeping-ripe for a good word. three.
Prin. Birón did 'swear himself out of all suit. Biron. Nay then, two treys (an if you grow so Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : nice,)
No point,* quothl: my servant straight was mute. Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice ! Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; There's half a dozen sweets.
And trow you, what he call’d me?
Go, sickness as thou art! Prin.
Let it not be sweet. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteBiron. Thou griev'st my gall. Prin.
Gall? bitter. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Biron.
Therefore meet. Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me.
[They converse aparl. Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Mur. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. word ?
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here 1) Falsify dice, lie. (2) A quibble on the French adverb of negation. (3) Better wits may be found among citizens.
In their own shapes; for it can never be,
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. They will digest this harsh indignity.
Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Prin. Will they return ?
King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Boyet. They will, they will, God knows ; To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your Therefore, change favours; and when they repair, Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Prin. How blow? how blow? speak to be un- King. Rebuke me not for that which you proderstood.
voke; Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you shoul] Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.
have spoke; Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. If they return in their own shapes to woo? Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Roš. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd,
As the unsullied lily, I protest, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd: A world of torments though I should endure, Let us complain to them what fools were here, I would not yield to be your house's guest; Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless? gear;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be And wonder what they were ; and to what end Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, King: 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Should be presented at our tent to us.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; hand,
A mess of Russians left us but of late. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. King. How, madam ? Russians ? (Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath, and Maria. Prin.
Ay, in truth, my lord ,
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, Ros. Madam, speak true :-It is not so, my lord; in their proper habils.
My lady (to the manner of the days,') King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. princess
We four, indeed, confronted here with four Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, Command me any service to her thither ? And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one They did not bless us with one happy word. word.
I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. When they are thirsty, tools would fain have drink.
[Erit. Biron. "This jest oís dry to me-Fair, gentle Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons
sweet, peas ;
Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet And utters it again when God doth please: With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares By light we lose light: Your capacity At wakes, and wassels,' meetings, markets, fairs; Is of that nature, that to your huge store And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Have not the grace to grace it with such show. Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
eye, Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:
Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he, Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;.
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I possess. That when he plays at tables, chides the dice, Ros. All the fool mine? In honourable terms ! nay, he can sing
I cannot give you less. A mean“ most meanly; and, in ushering,
Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet; Biron. Where? when? what visor ? why deThe stairs, as he treads on them, kiss lis feet:
mand you this? This is the flower that smiles on every one,
Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, To show his teeth as white as whale's bone :: That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. And consciences, that will not die in debt,
King. We are descried : they'll mock us now Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
downright. King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. heart,
Prin. Amaz'd, my lord ? Why looks your highThat put Armado's page out of his part !
Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyct; Rosaline, look vou pale?Maria, Katharine, and attendants.
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for wert thou,
perjury. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Can any face of brass hold longer out ?-King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of Here stand ), lady; dart thy skill at me; day!
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foui, as I conceive. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
Cut me to pieces with thy kcen conceit; (1) Features, countenances, (2) Uncouth. (3) Rustic merry-meetings.
(5) The tooth of the horse-whale. 14) The tenor in music.
(6) After the fashion of the times.
And I will wish thee never more to dance, I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consents
Nor never more in Russian habit waií. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) U! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Te dash it like a Christmas comedy:
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Nor never come in visor to my friend";'
zany, Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Dick,Three-pil'd'hyperboles, spruce affectation, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos’d, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Told our intents before: Which once disclos'd, I do forswear them: and I here protest,
The ladies did change favours; and then we, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she. knows !)
Now, to our perjury to add more terror, lienceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd We are again forsworn; in will, and error.
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: Much upon this it is :-And might not you, And, to begin, wench, -So God help me, la !
[To Boyet. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or taw. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.
Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,' Biron.
Yet I have a trick And laugh upon the apple of her eye? Of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick; And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;-
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Write, Lord hare mercy on us, on those three; You put our page out : Go, you are allow'd ; They are infected, in their hearts it lies ;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, These lords are visited; you are not free,
Wounds like a leaden sword. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
Full merrily Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace ;
I have Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. doné. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,
Enter Costard. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. end.
Biron. What, are there but three. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude Cost.
No, sir ; but it is vara fine, transgression
For every one pursents three. Some fair excuse.
And three times thrice is nine. Prin.
The fairest is confession. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?
it is not so: King. Madam, I was.
You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir ; we Prin.
And were you well advis'd ? know what we know :
I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,-
Is not nine. What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil King. That more than all the world I did respect it doth amount. her.
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re
pine. ject her.
Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get' King. Upon mine honour, no.
your living by reckoning, sir. Prin.
Peace, peace, forbear; Biron. How much is it? Your oath once broke, you force? not to forswear. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount:
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect What did the Russian whisper in your ear ? one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great,
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear sir. As precious eye-sight; and did value me
Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know not
Prin. God give thee joy of him ! ihe noble lord the degree of the worthy: but I am io stand for him. Most honourably doth uphold his word.
Biron. Go, bid them prepare. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take troth,
[Exil Costard. I never swore this lady such an oath.
King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, approach. You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.
Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; some policy i knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
To have one show worse than the king's and his Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
company. And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :-. King. I say, they shall not come. What; will you have me, or your pearl again? Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.
now; (1) Mistress, (2) Make no difficulty. (3) Conspiracy. (4) Buffoon. (51 Rule,