ARM. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:- Thump, then, and I flee. MOTH. [Exit. ARM. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace! By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, valour gives thee place. My herald is return'd. Re-enter MOTH and COSTARD. MOTH. A wonder, master; here's a Costard broken in a shin. ARM. Some enigma, some riddle: come,-thy l'envoy; begin. COST. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in them all, sir: O sir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain! ARM. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O pardon me, my stars! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word l'envoy for a salve? MOTH. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve? ARM. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain. I will example it: The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Were still at odds, being but three. There's the moral: Now the l'envoy. MOTH. I will add the l'envoy; say the moral again. ARM. The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Were still at odds, being but three. MOTH. Until the goose came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my l'envoy. The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Were still at odds, being but three: ARM. Until the goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. MOTH. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; would you desire more? COST. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.— Let me see a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose. ARM. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? MOTH. By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. Then call'd you for the l'envoy. COST. True, and I for the plantain: Thus came your argu ment in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought. ARM. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in a shin? MOTH. I will tell you sensibly. COST. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth; I will speak that l'envoy. I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. ARM. We will talk no more of this matter. COST. O, marry me to one Frances;-I smell some l'envoy, some goose, in this. ARM. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. COST. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. ARM. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration [giving him money]; for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. MOTH. Like the sequel, I.-Signor Costard, adieu. [Exit. COST. My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew! [Exit MOTH. Remuneration! O, Now will I look to his remuneration. that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthingsremuneration.-What's the price of this inkle? a penny:No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it.-Remuneration!—why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter BIRON. BIRON. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. COST. Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? BIRON. What is a remuneration? COST. Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. BIRON. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of silk. COST. Well, I will do it, sir: Fare you well. COST. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. BIRON. Why, villain, thou must know first. Così. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. BIRON. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this; The princess comes to hunt here in the park, And in her train there is a gentle lady; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And to her white hand see thou do commend [Gives him money. COST. Gardon,-O sweet gardon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet gardon!—I will do it, sir, in print.-Gardon-remuneration. [Exit. A BIRON. O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; Of trotting paritors. O my little heart!- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes; [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park. Enter the PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, Attendants, and a Forester. PRIN. Was that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising 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 shall have our despatch; On Saturday we will return to France.— Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush That we must stand and play the murtherer in? FOR. Hereby, 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'st, the fairest shoot. FOR. Pardon, me, madam, for I meant not so. PRIN. What, what! first praise me, and then again say no? O short-liv'd pride! Not fair? alack for woe! FOR. Yes, madam, fair. PRIN. [Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.— Thus will I save my credit in the shoot: |