riage; great carriage; for he carried the town-gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love. Arm. O well-knit Sampfon, ftrong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth? Meth. A woman, mafter. Arm. Of what complexion? Math. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four. Arm. Tell me precifely of what complexion? Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ? Moth. As I have read, Sir, and the beft of them too. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit. Moth. It was fo, Sir, for fhe had a green wit. Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Math. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, are mak'd under fuch colours. Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant. Math. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, affift me! Arm. Sweet invocation of a child, moft pretty and pathetical! Moth. If the be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known; For blufhing cheeks by faults are bred, A dangerous rhime, mafter, against the reafon of white and red. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar? Moth. The world was guilty of such a ballad fome three three ages fince, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune. Arm. I will have that fubject newly writ o'er, that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent. Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park with the rational hind Coftard; the deferves well Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my master. Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. Forbear, 'till this company is past. Enter Coftard, Dull, Jaquenetta a Maid, Dull. Sir, the King's pleafure is, that you keep Coftard fafe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he must faft three days a week. For this damfel, I must keep her at the park, fhe is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well. Arm. I do betray myfelf with blufhing: maid, Arm. I will vifit thee at the lodge. Jaq. That's here by. Arm. I know, where it is fituate. Jaq. Lord, how wife you are! Arm. I love thee. (6) Maid. Fair Weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away.] Thus all the printed Copies: but the Editors have been guilty of much Arm. Villain, thou shalt faft for thy offence, ere thon be pardoned. Ceft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. Moth. Come, you tranfgreffing flave, away. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loofe. Moth. No, Sir, that were faft and loofe; thou shalt to prison. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have feen, fome fhall fee. Moth. What fhall fome fee? Coft. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Coftard, Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is bafe) where her fhoe (which is bafer) guided by her foot (which is baseft) doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's raper; the first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn; the Passado he refpects not, the Duello he regards much Inadvertence. They make Jaquenetta, and a Maid enters whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid intended by the Poet, and who is committed to the Cuftody of Dull, to be convey'd by him to the Lodge in the Park. This being the Cafe, it is evident to Demonftration, that Fair Weather after you must be spoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come, Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text. got; not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me, fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I shall turn fonnet. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.. [Exit. ,1 AC T H. SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace. D Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catha rine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants. N BOYET. OW, Madam, fummon up your deareft fpirits; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, But But now, to talk the talker; good Boyet, Doth noife abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King? Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-fealt, In Normandy faw I this Longaville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd ; Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of |