of infanity: (Ne intelligis, Domine ?) to make frantick, lunatick?

Nath. Laus Deo, bone, intelligo.

Hol. Bone?

bone, for bene; Prifcian a little

fcratch'd; 'twill ferve.

SCENE II.

Enter Armado, Moth and Coftard.

Nath. Videfne quis venit ?

Hol. Video, & gaudeo.

Arm. Chirrah.

Hol. Quare Chirrah, not Sirrah?

Arm. Men of Peace, well encountred.

Hol. Moft military Sir, falutation.

Moth. They have been at a great feaft of languages, and ftole the fcraps. [To Coftard afide. Coff. O, they have liv'd long on the Alms-basket of words. I marvel, thy mafter hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as bonorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

Moth. Peace, the peal begins.

Arm. Monfieur, are you not letter'd?

Moth. Yes, yes, he teaches boys the horn-book: What is A B fpelt backward with a horn on his head ? Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Moth. Ba, moft filly sheep, with a horn. You hear his learning.

Hol. Quis, quis, thou confonant?

Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I (2).

(2) In former Editions: The last of the five Vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth if I:

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

Moth. The Sheep :- -the other two concludes it out.] Is not the laft, and the fifth, the fame Vowel? Though my Correction restores but a poor Conundrum, yet if it reftores the Poet's Meaning, it is the Duty of an Editor to trace him in his loweft. Conceits. By O, U, Moth would mean -Oh, You-i. e. You are the Sheep fill, either way; no matter which of Us repeats them.

THEOBALD.

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

Moth. The fheep; the other two concludes it, o, u, Arm. Now by the falt wave of the Mediterraneum, a fweet touch, a quick venew of wit; fnip, fnap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit.

Math. Offered by a child to an old man which is wit old.

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure?

Moth. Horns.

Hol. Thou difputeft like an infant; go whip thy gigg.

Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy (3) circum circa; a gigg of a cuckold's horn.

Coft. An' I had but one penny in the world, thou fhouldft have it to buy ginger-bread; hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy mafter, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of difcretion. O, that the heav'ns were fo pleased, that thou wert but my baftard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me ? go to, thou haft it ad dunghill; at the finger's ends, as they fay.

Hol. Oh, I fmell falfe Latin, dunghill for unguem.

Arm. Arts-man, præambula; we will be fingled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?

Hol. Or, Mons the hill.

Arm. At your fweet pleasure, for the mountain?
Hol. I do, fans question..

Arm. Sir, it is the King's moft fweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the Princefs at her Pavilion, in the pofterior of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Hol. The pofterior of the day, moft generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon : the word is well cull'd, choice, fweet, and apt, I do affure you, Sir, I do affure.

Arm. Sir, the King is a noble gentleman, and my fa

(3) I will whip about your infamy unum cita ;] Here again all the Editions give us Jargon inftead of Latin. But Moth would certainly mean, circum circa: i. e. about and about: tho' it may be defiga'd, he fhould mistake the Terms. THEOBALD. miliar;

R. S

miliar; I do affure ye, my very good friend ;-for what is inward between us, let it pafs-I do befeech thee, remember thy curtefy I befeech thee, apparel thy head, and among other importunate and moft ferious defigns, and of great import indeed too-but let that pafs-for I must tell thee, it will please his Grace (by the world) fometime to lean upon my poor fhoulder, and with his royal finger thus dally with my excrement, with my muftachio; but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable fome certain fpecial honours it pleaseth his Greatness to impart to Armado, a foldier, a man of travel, that hath feen the world; but let that pafs-the very all of all is but, fweet heart, I do implore fecrefy that the King would have me prefent the Princefs (fweet chuck) with fome delightful oftentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the Curate and your fweet felf are good at such eruptions, and fudden breaking out of mirth (as it were) I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave. your affiftance.

Hol. Sir, you fhall present before her the nine Worthies. Sir, as concerning fome entertainment of time, fome fhow in the pofterior of this day, to be rendered by our affiftance at the King's command, and this moft gallant, illuftrate and learned gentleman, before the Princefs I fay, none fo fit as to prefent the nine Wor

thies.

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Nuth. Where will you find men worthy enough to prefent them.

Hol. fofbua, yourself; this gallant man, Judas Maccabeus ; this fwain (because of his great limb or joint). hall pafs Pompey the great; and the page Hercules. Arm. Pardon, Sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that Worthy's thumb; he is not fo big as the end of his club

Hol. Shall I have audience? he fhall prefent Hercules in minority his Enter and Exit fhall be ftrangling a. fnake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.

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*The authour has before call'd the beard. valour's excrement in the Merchant of Venice,

Moth

Math. An excellent device for if any of the audience hifs, you may cry ; well done, Hercules, now "thou crusheft the fnake;" that is the way to make an offence gracious, tho' few have the grace to do it. Arm. For the reft of the Worthies,

Hol. I will play three myself.

Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?

Hol. We attend.

Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an Antick. I befeech you, follow.

Hol. Via! good man Dull, thou haft spoken no word all this while.

Dull. Nor understood none neither, Sir.

Hol. Allons ; we will employ thee.

Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or fo: or I will play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay.

Hol. Moft dull, honeft, Dull, to our Sport away.

[Exeunte

Prin.

Before the Princess's Pavilion.

Enter Princess and Ladies.

WEET hearts, we fhall be rich ere we depart
If Fairings come thus plentifully in.

A lady wall'd about with diamonds!

Look you, what I have from the loving King.

Rof. Madam, came nothing else along with That? Prin. Nothing but this? Yes, as much love in rhime,

As would be cram'd up in a fheet of

paper,

Writ on both fides the leaf, margent and all;:

That he was fain to feal on Cupid's name.

Rof. That was the way to make his God-head wax, For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Cath. Ay, and a fhrewd unhappy gallows too. Rof. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd your

fifter.

Cath. He made her melancholy, fad and heavy,
And so she died; had the been light, like you,
Of fuch a merry, nimble, ftirring fpirit,

She might have been a grandam ere the dy'd,
And fo may you; for a light heart lives long.

Rof. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?

Cath. A light condition, in a beauty dark.

Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out. Carb. You'll marr the light, by taking it in fnuff : Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.

Rof. Look, what you do; and do it still i' th' dark.
Cath. So do not you, for you are a light wench.
Rof. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light.
Cath. You weigh me not; O, that's, you care not

for me.

Rof. Great reafon; for paft Cure is ftill paft Care (4) Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.. But, Rosaline, you have a Favour too : Who fent it? and what is it?

Rof. I would, you knew.

And if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.
The numbers true; and were the numbring too,,
I were the fairest Goddess on the ground.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.

O, he hath drawn my picture in this letter.

Prin. Any thing like ?.

Rof. Much in the letters, nothing in the praife.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclufion.
Cath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

Rof. 'Ware pencils (5). How let me not die your
debtor,

My red dominical, my golden letter..

(4) - for paft Care is fill paft Cure.] The Tranfpofition which I have made in the two Words Care and Cure, is by the Di rection of the ingenious Dr. Thirlby.

(5) 'Ware pencils.] The former Editions read, Sir T. Hanmer bere rightly restored 'ware pencils. black beauty, reproaches the fair Catharine for painting.

THEOBALD. were pencils. Rofaline, a