Arm. O well-knit Sampfon! ftrong-jointed Sampfon! 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?

Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Of what complexion?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precifely of what complexion?
Moth. Of the fea-water green, fir.

Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?

Moth. As I have read, fir; and the best of them too. Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampfon had small reafon for it. He, furely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was fo, fir; for fhe had a green wit.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Moth. Moft maculate thoughts, mafter, are mask'd under fuch colour.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, affist me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; moft pretty, and pathetical!

Moth. If fhe be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known;

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if the fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks poffefs the fame,
Which native fhe doth owe.

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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 very guilty of such a ballad some three ages fince: but, I think, now 'tis not to be found; or, if it were, it would neither ferve 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; fhe deserves well.

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Moth. To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than my mafter.

[Afide.

Arm. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Arm. I fay, fing.

Moth. Forbear, till this company be past.

Enter Dull, Coftard, and Jaquenetta.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Coftard fafe and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' muft 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 myself with blushing.-Maid.

Jaq. With that face?

Arm. I love thee.

Jaq. So I heard you say.

Arm. And fo farewell.

Jaq. Fair weather after you!

Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta.

Arm. Villain, thou shalt faft for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.

Coft. Well, fir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach..

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.

Coft. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, 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, fir; I will faft, being loose. Moth. No, fir; that were faft and loose: thou shalt to prison.

Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, 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 too 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 base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is bafeft, 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;

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love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampfon was fo tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon fo feduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's 'but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn; the paffado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me fome extemporal god of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonnetteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Exit.

ACT

II. SCENE I.

Before the King of Navarre's Palace.

Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet, Lords, and other Attendants.

Boyet. Now, madam, fummon up your dearest spirits: Confider who the king your father fends ;

To whom he sends; and what's his embaffy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem;
To parley with the fole inheritor

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Of all perfections that a man mayowe,

Matchlefs Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.

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Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

As nature was in making graces dear,

When she did starve the general world befide,

And prodigally gave them all to you.

Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,

Needs not the painted flourish of

your praife;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base fale of chapmen's tongues:
I am lefs proud to hear you tell my
worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wife
In fpending thus your wit in praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker,-Good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study fhall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his filent court:
Therefore to us feemeth it a needful courfe,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,

To know his pleasure; and, in that behalf,
* Bold of your worthiness, we fingle you
As our best-moving fair folicitor :

Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
On serious bufinefs, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes perfonal conference with his grace.
Hafte, fignify fo much; while we attend,
Like humble-vifag'd fuitors, his high will.
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo.-

Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

Lord. Longaville is one.

Prin. Know you the man?

[Exit.

i is bought]-eftimated more by the eye of the purchaser, than the

recommendation of the feller.

Bold of ]-Confiding in.

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