ACT III SCENE I. Another part of the same. Enter ARMADO and MOTH. Arm. Warble, child; make paffionate my fenfe of hearing. Moth. Concolinel [Singing. Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the fwain, bring him feftinately hither; I muft employ him in a letter to my love. Moth. Mafter, will you win your love with a French brawl? Arm. How mean'ft thou? brawling in French? you Moth No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; figh a note, and fing a note; fometime through the throat, as if you fwallowed love with finging love; fometime through the nofe, as if fnuff'd up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthoufe-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms crofs'd on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a fpit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a fnip and away: Thefe are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches-that would be betray'd without thefe; and make them men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are affected to thefe. Arm. How haft thou purchased this experience? Arm. Arm. But 0,--but 0, Moth. -the hobby-horfe is forgot. Arm. Call'st thou my love, hobby-horse? Moth. No, mafter; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love? Arm. Almoft I had. Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart. Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy. Moth. And out of heart, mafter: all those three I will prove. Arm. What wilt thou prove ? Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the instant: By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her; and out of heart you love her, being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. Arm. I am all these three. Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all. Arm. Fetch hither the fwain; he must carry me a letter. Moth. A meffage well fympathised; a horse to be embaffador for an afs! Arm. Ha, ha! what fayest thou? Moth. Marry, fir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very flow-gaited: But I go. Arm. The way is but fhort; away. Moth. As fwift as lead, fir. Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious? Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow ? Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, mafter, no. Arm. I say, lead is flow. Moth. You are too fwift, fir, to say fo: Is that lead flow which is fir'd from a gun? Arm. Arm. Sweet fmoke of rhetorick! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he :- Moth. Thump then, and I flee. [Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I muft figh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd. Re-enter MOTH and COSTARD. Moth. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken in a fhin. Arm. Some enigma, fome riddle: come,-thy l'envoy ; -begin. Coft. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no falve in the mail, fir: O fir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no falve, fir, but a plantain ! Arm. By virtue, thou enforceft laughter; thy filly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconfiderate take falve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a falve? Moth. Do the wife think them other? is not l'envoy a falve? Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been sain. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. Moth. I will add the l'envoy: Say the moral again. 3. Arm. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goofe came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you defire more? Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat: Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be fat.To fell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose : Let me fee a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goofe. Arm. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a fhin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. Coft. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in: Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goofe that you bought; And he ended the market. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a fhin ? Moth. I will tell you fenfibly. Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy I, Coftard, running out, that was fafely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my fhin. Arm. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Coft. O, marry me to one Frances ;-I fmell fome l'envoy, fome goofe, in this. Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, restrained, captivated, bound. Coft. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this: Bear this fignificant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration; [Giving him money.] for the best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit. t Moth. Like the fequel, I.-Signior Coftard, adieu. [Exit MOTH. Remuneration! Now will I look to his 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 fell out of this word. Enter BIRON. Biron. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. Coft. Pray you, fir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ? Biron. What is a remuneration? Coft. Marry, fir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of filk. |