Biron. O, ftay, flave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Coft. When would you have it done, fir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Coft. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.

Coft. I fhall know, fir, when I have done it.
Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first.

Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Biron. It must be done this afternoon.

it is but this ;

The princess comes to hunt here in the park,

And in her train there is a gentle lady;

Hark, flave,

When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rofaline they call her ask for her;

And to her white hand fee thou do commend

This feal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money.

Coft. Guerdon,-O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon-I will do it, fir, m print.-Guerdon-remu

neration.

[Exit.

Biron. O!—And I, forfooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

A very beadle to a humorous figh;

A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,

Than whom no mortal so magnificent!

This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This fenior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed fovereign of fighs and groans,

Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

Dread

Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator, and great general

Of trotting paritors,-O my little heart!—
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? I! I love! I fue! I feek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

With two pitch balls ftuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard :
And I to figh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impofe for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.

Well, I will love, write, figh, pray, fue, and groan;
Some men must love my lady, and fome Joan.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Another part of the same.

Enter the Princefs, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forefter.

Prin. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horfe so hard Against the steep uprifing of the hill?

Boyet. 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 fhall have our despatch; On faturday we will return to France.Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush, That we must stand and play the murderer in ? 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'ft, the fairest shoot. For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not fo. Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again fay, no? O fhort-liv❜d pride! Not fair? alack for woe!

For. Yes, madam, fair.

Prin.
Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;

[Giving him money.

Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
Prin. See, 'fee, my beauty will be fav'd by merit.
O herefy in fair, fit for these days!

A giving

Rivers, del.

Loves labour Lostl

Act. 4. Scene.1.

Ridley.sculp.