Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word; What lady is that fame ? Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rofaline her name.

Dum. A gallant lady! Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I befeech you, a word; What is the in the white? Boyet. A woman fometimes, an you faw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I defire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to defire that, were a shame.

Long. Pray you, fir, whose daughter?

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

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Long. God's bleffing on your beard!

Boyet. Good fir, be not offended: She is an heir of Faulconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended.

She is a moft fweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, fir; that may be.

Re-enter Biron.

Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is fhe wedded, or no?

[Exit Long.

Boyet. To her will, fir, or fo.

Biron. You are welcome, fir; adieu!

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Boyet. Farewell to me, fir, and welcome to you.

Exit Biron.

Mar. That laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord;

Not a word with him but a jeft.

Boyet. And every jeft 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. 'Too hot fheeps, marry!

What lady is that fame ?]-Probably all the ladies were masked except the Princess.

2 God's blefing on your beard!]-Beftow more gravity on the wearer. welcome]-to the mirth I have afforded you.

e welcome to you]-you have my free leave to depart.

Too hot sheeps,]-Fire hips delicately pronounced in order to intro

duce the enfuing witticisms.

Boyet.

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?

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No fheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the jeft? Boyet. So you grant pafture for me.

Mar. Not fo, gentle beast;

My lips are no common, though feveral 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 obfervation, (which very feldom lyes)
By the heart's ftill rhetorick, difclofed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle, affected.
Prin. Your reafon?

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Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough defire: His heart, like an agat, with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expreffed : His tongue, all'impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be; All fenfes to that fenfe did make their repair, & To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Methought, all his fenfes were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for fome prince to buy;

Who, tendring their own worth, from whence they were glafs'd,

Did point out to buy them, along as you pass'd.

we feed on your lips.]-" Graze on my lips." feveral]-fevered property, common to several.

e behaviours]-faculties.

To feed only by looking.

POEMS. 415.

fimpatient]-not to fee as well as speak.

His face's own margent did quote fuch amazes,
That all eyes faw his eyes inchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my fake but one loving kiss.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is difpos'd—
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye
difclos'd:

I only have made a mouth of his eye,

By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.

hath

Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of

him.

Rof. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim.

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

[Singing.

Moth. Concolinel

Arm. Sweet air! - Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the fwain, bring him 'festinately hither; I muft employ him in a letter to my love.

h quote]-indicate.

i learns news of him.]-picks up his intelligence from him. * make paffionate]-charm, delight, ravish.

feftinately]-speedily.

Moth.

Moth. Mafter, will you win your love with a "French brawl?

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

Moth. No, my compleat 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 fwallow'd love with finging love; fometime through the nofe, as if you fnuff'd up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthouse-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms crofs'd 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 betray'd without thefe; and make the men of note, (do you note men?) that are most affected to these.

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Arm. But O,—but O—

Moth. -the hobby-horse is forgot.

Arm. Call'st thou my love, hobby horse?

Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your

French brawl?]-A dance.

。 canary]-caper.

P old painting;]-where they were ufually concealed. complements,]-fine accomplishments.

thefe betray &c.]-not only captivate the girls, but make the men, that affect them, taken notice of.

my penny]-penny worth-alluding to an old tract, entitled a Penniworth of Wit.- penne.

• But O,—but Ò—the hobby-horse is forgot.]-formerly a part of the May-Day games, but, together with the Friar, and Maid Marian, pu. ritanically left out of them, about Shakspeare's time; this lofs is regretted in the burthen of a ballad, which Hamlet humourously calls his epitaph, "For O, for O, the hobby-horfe is forgot."

HAMLET, Act III, S. 2. Ham.

love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love? Arm. Almoft I had.

Moth. Negligent ftudent! learn her by heart.

Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Moth. And out of heart, mafter: all thofe 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, becaufe 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 muft carry me a letter. Moth. A meffage well fympathis'd; a horfe to be embaffador for an afs!

Arm. Ha, ha, what fayeft thou?

Moth. Marry, fir, you must fend the afs upon the horse, for he is very flow-gaited: But I go.

Arm. The way is but short; away.
Moth. As fwift as lead, fir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious?

Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and flow?

Moth. Minimè, honest master; or rather, mafter, no.

Arm. I fay, lead is flow.

Moth. You are too "fwift, fir, to say so:

Is that lead flow, which is fir'd from a gun ?

Arm. Sweet smoke of rhetorick!

He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:
I fhoot thee at the swain.

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Moth. "Thump then, and I flee.

[Exit.

fwift, fir, to fay fo:-] hafty, ready at replies-to fay fo fo foon. Thump]-Fire, go off.

Arm.