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hear this letter with attention ? Biron. As we would hear an oracle.
Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
King. [reads.] Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and fole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering patron,
Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
Cost. It may be so: but if he say, it is so, he is, in telling true, but so, fo.
you. King, So it is, besieged with fable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing bumour to the most wholefome phyfick of thy health-giving air ; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time, when? About the fixth hour ; when beasts most graze, birds beft peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when : Now for the ground which ; which, I mean, I walk'd upon : it is ycleped, thy park. Then for the place where ; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-colour'd ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, furveyest, or feest : But to the place, where,—It standeth northnorth-east and by east from the west corner of thy curiousknotted garden : There did I see that low-spirited Swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,
King.—that shallow vassal,
King.-sorted and conforted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, with—with— with but with this I passion to say wherewith.
Cost. With a wench.
King._with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me'on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy sweet Grace's officer, Antony Dull; a man of good repute, čarriage, bearing, and estimation.
Dull. Me, an't shall please you; I am Antony Dull,
King. For Jaquenetta, (fo is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,) I keep ber as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Tbine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning beat of duty,
Don Adriano de Armado. Biron. This is not so well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.
King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, firrah, what say you to this ?
Cost. Sir, I confess the wench.
Cost. I do confess much of the hearing of it, but little of the marking of it.
King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench.
Cost. I was taken with none, fir; I was taken with a damosel.
King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel.
Cost. This was no damosel neither; fir, she was a virgin.
King. It is so varied too; for it was proclaim'd, virgin.
Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity; I was taken with a maid.
King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence; You shall fast a week with bran and water.
Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper..
[Exeunt. Biron, I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.Sirrah, come on.
Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl ; and therefore, Welcome the four
cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!
SCENE II. Another part of the fame. ARMADO's House.
Enter ARMADO and Moth, Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look fad.
Arm. Why, sadness is one and the self-fame thing dear imp.
Moty. No, no; lord, fir, no.
ARM. How can'st thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenal ?
Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
Arm. Why tough senior ? why tough senior ?
ARM. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
Moth. And I, tough fenior, as an appertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough.
Arn. Prerty, and apt.
Morn. How mean you, fır? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm. Thou pretty, because little.
Moth. I am anfwer'd, fir.
Moth. He speaks the mere contrary, crofses love not him.
[Aside. ARM. I have promised to study threeyears with the duke. Moth. You may do it in an hour, fir. Arm. Impossible. MOTH. How many is one thrice told ?
Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, fir.
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink': and how easy is it to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.
Arm. A most fine figure !
[Afide. Arm. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so I am in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd court'sy. I think scorn to figh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love ?
Moth. Hercules, master.
Arm. Most sweet Hercules ! -_More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
Moth. Sampson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.
Arm. O well-knit Sampson ! strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me