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Moth. Forbear till this company be past.
Enter Dull, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA. Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe : and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a-week : For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.–Maid.
[Exeunt Dull and JagueneTTA. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned.
Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.
Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up.
Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir ; I will fast, being loose.
Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose : thou shalt to prison.
Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see
Moth. What shall some see ?
Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing : I thank God, I have as little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and CostARD. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, (which is a great argument of falshood,) if I love : And how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love is a familiar; love is a devil : there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength : yet was Solomon so seduced ; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's buttshaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not : his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier ! be still, drum ! for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
[Exit. ACT II.
A Pavilion and
SCENE I.- Another part of the same.
Tents at a distance.
Enter the Princess of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KA
THARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spi
Consider who the king your father sends;
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Erit.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
i Lord. Longaville is one.
Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast,
(If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,)
power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so ? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know.
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest?
Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all, that virtue love, for virtue lov’d: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And shape to win grace though he had no wit. I saw him at the duke Alençon's once; And much too little of that good I saw, Is
my report, to his great worthiness.
Ros. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in love;