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Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning 'svain,), I keep her as a vessel of thy lav's fury; Jaquenetta. The manner of' it is, I was taken and shall

, at the least of thy sioeei nolice, bring her with the manner.'

to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and Biron. In what manner?

heart-burning heal 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 the best that ever I heard.

Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but following her into the park; which, put together, is, in manner and forın 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 little of the marking of it.

Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but God defend the right! King. Will you hear this letter with attention?

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment,

to be taken with a wench. Biron. As we would hear an oracle. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken

Cost. I was taken with none, sir, I was taken

with a damosel. after the flesh. King. (Reads.) Great deputy, the welkin's vice- King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.

Cost. This was no damosel neither, sir ; she was gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and boily's fostering patron,

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

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

virgin. King. So it is, Cosi. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, taken with a maid.

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

King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. King. Peace. Cost.

Cosi. This maid will serve my turn, sir. · be to me, and every man that dares not light!

king. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You

shall last a week with bran and water. king. No words. Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech yeu.

Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton

and king. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured porridge.

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.melancholy, I did commend the black-opinessing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy heallio- My lord Biron see him deliverd o'er.giring air ; anil, as I am a gontleman, belook ini:

And go we, lords, to put in practice that

Which euch to other hath so strongly sworn. self to walk. The time when ? Wout the sixih hour; when beasts most graze, birds best pock, and

Ereunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. men sil dovon lo that nourishinent which is called

Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,

These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. supper, So much for the lime wherl. Vorn for the

-Sirralı, come on. ground which; which, I meun, I walked upon :

Cosi. 'I sutier for the truth, sir: for true it is, I il is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where where, I meani,' I did encounter that obscene anul tre girl; and therefore, Welcome the sour cup of

was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a most preposterous event, Thil drauee!! from any prosperity! Alliction may one day smile again, thou viewest, beholdest, surreyest, or seest : but to and ill then, Sit thee down, sorrow! [Excunt. the pluer, where, - 11 slanılethi north-north-east and SCENE !I. Another part of the same. Armaby east from the 10.3l corner of thy curious-knoltei

do's house. Enter Armado and Moth. garden: there did I see the low-spirited swaiti, that base minnow of thy inirih,

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

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

.1:m. Why, sadness is one and the sell-saine King. That shallovo vassal,

thing, dear imp. Cosi. Still me.

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

choly, my tender juvcnal 12 Cost. O me!

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the work King. sorted and consorted, contrary to Thy ing, my tough senior, established proclaimed edict and conlineni canoni, Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior ? vith-wilh.-withbut with this I passion to Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal? * say wherervilli

Arm. I spoke it, tender jovenal, as a congruent Cosl. 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 sweel understandins, a Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent

Him I (as my ever-esteemed duly pricks title to your old lime, which we may name tough. me on) have sent to thee, lo receive the merd of Arm. Pretty, and apt. punishmeri, by thy sweet gruce's officer, Antony Moth. flow mean yoii, sir? I pretty, and my Dull; a man of good repule, carriage, bearing, saying apt? or I apl, and my saying pretty ? and estimation.

Arin. 'Thou pretiy, bccausc little. Dul. 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 praisc, master ? called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid rm. In thy condign praise.

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

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Muth. That an eol.. 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

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, Moth."Y am ansitered, 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. 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 bala tapster.

lad some three ages since : but, I think, now 'tis Nolh. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. not to be found ; or, if it were, it would neither Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish serve for the writing, nor the tune. of a complete man.

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

precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I Arm. It doth amount to one more than two,' iook 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'll 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 lill this company be past.
Moth. To prove you a cypher., (Aside.
Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and,

Enler Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta. 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. Ir 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.4. 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. bor: What great men have been in love?

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

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

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

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

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

Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy oflences, "Am. Of what complexion ?

ere thou be pardoned. Molh. 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 Cosl. Let me not be pent up, sir; I will last, to have a love of that colour, mcthinks, Samson being loose. had small rcason for it. He, surely, affected her Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou for her wit.

shalt to prison. Noth. 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 seeMolh. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

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

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

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

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

(Excunt Moth and Costard.

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


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- 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 anvel 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 good (If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,). wit. Cupid's butt-shafli 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.

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

of all that virtue 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 1. Another part of the same. A pavi- 1 saw him 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 tongue (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 cars 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 to you.

Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in lore; 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 sourish of your praise; Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not uiter'd by base sale of charmen'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'd* 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 secmeth it a needful course, To let you enter his unpeopled 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 atAs 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. Importunes 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.

[Erit. 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 mo That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke ?

thither. i Lord. Longavillc is onc.

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 wille (1) Arrow to shoot at butts with, (?) 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 perjurd, if you make me stay. Prin. Sweet health and sair desires consort your Bíron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?

King. Thy own wish

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

(Ereunt 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 befall your mask!

Ros. No poynt,* with my knite. 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 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,

Düm. 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. 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 depart? 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 geldea 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

(Exit 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 officers

board. or Charles his father.

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


'And wherefore not ships? (1) Whereas, (2) Part(3) Aye, yes,

(4) A French particle of negation,


I will prove.

Noskoop, sweet lumb, dinlees we feed on your line. Arm. Blow means't thou? brawling in French? Var You sherp, and I pasture; Shall that finish Noth. No, iny complote master: but to lizoft the jest?

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

feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids i aigla

(Ofering 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 snufied up Boyet. Delonging to whoin?

love by smelling love; with your hat penthouse. Mar.

To my fortunes and me, 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 comBoyel. If my observation (which very seldom plements, these are humours; these betray nice lies,)

ivenches—that would be betrayed without ihese; By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, and make them men of note (do you note, mcn ?) Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. that are most affected to these. Prin. With what?

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

.frm. But 0,-ut 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 : Molh. 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 his form, in his eye pride expressed, forgot your love? His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,

Irm. 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 fcel 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. Jim. I am all these three. Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is disposid

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 better. By adding a tongue which I know will not lic. Moth. A message we!! sympathiscd; 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 Arun. 'Í'he way is but short; away. father is but grim.

Moth. As swilt 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, masRos. Ay, our way to be gone.

ter, no. Boyet.

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


Moth. You are too swin,' sir, to say so;
Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?

Arm, Sweet smoke of rhetoric!

Ile reputes me a cannon; end 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 nee.

[Eril. Arm. Warble, chill; 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. Sivcet 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. festinately? 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 Costarda French brawl??

broken in a shin. 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) A head.

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