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Cost. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew![Exit Moth. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings—remuneration.-What's the price of this inkle? a penny :—No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy
and sell out of this word.
Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.
Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?
Biron. What is a remuneration?
Cost. Marry, sir, half-penny farthing.
Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk.
Cost. When would you have it done, sir?
Cost. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is. Cost. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Cost. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this;
The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money. Cost. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon! I will do it, sir, in print.-Guerdon-remuneration. [Exit. Biron. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Of trotting paritors,-O my little heart!-
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;
ANOTHER PART OF THE SAME.
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine,
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
Boy. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st, the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say, no?
O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.— But come, the bow:-Now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boy. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be
Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.
Prin. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?