the light.

Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you

well.

[Exit. Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in

the white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her

name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire

that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter ?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.

(Exit Long.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap ?
Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, sir ; adieu !
Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

[Exit Biron.- Ladies unmask. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet.

And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his

word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to

board. Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!

lord;

Boyet,

And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that

finish the jest? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

[Offering to kiss her. Mar.

Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several 6 they be.

Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar.

To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles,

agree : The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected,

Prin. With what
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their

retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with hąste in his eye-sight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair :
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in chrystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they

were glass’d, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d. 6 A quibble, several signified uninclosed lands.

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His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye

hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st

skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns

news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her

father is but grim. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

No. Boyet.

What then, do you see? Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet.

You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - Another part of the same.

Enter ARMADO and Moth.

Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense

of hearing. Moth. Concolinel

(Singing. Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain,

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bring him festinately? hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love.

Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl? 8

Arm. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French ?

Moth. No, my complete master : but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary9 to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids ; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat penthouselike o'er the shop of your eyes : with your arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches - that would be betrayed without these; and make them men of note, (do you '

note, men ?) that most are affected to these.

Arm. How hast thou purchased this experience?
Moth. By my penny of observation.
Arm. But O- but 0,-
Moth. — the hobby-horse is forgot.
Arm. Callest thou my love, hobby-horse?

Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?

Arm. Almost I had.
Moth. Negligent student ! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

7 Hastily.

8 A kind of dance.
9 Canary was the name of a spritely dance.

I will prove.

Moth. And out of heart, master : all those three 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 swain; he must carry me a letter.

Moth. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambassador for an ass!

Arm. Ha, ha! what sayest thou ?

Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited : But I go.

Arm. The way is but short; away.
Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious ?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull and slow?

Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, master, Arm. I say, lead is slow.

Moth. You are too swift!, sir, to say so; Is that lead slow which is fir'd from a gun?

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's

he: I shoot thee at the swain. Moth.

Thump then, and I flee.

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