Biron. How low foever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

Long. A high hope for a low having; God grant us patience! (5)

Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing?

Long. To hear meekly, Sir, to laugh moderately, or

to forbear both.

Biron. Well, Sir, be it as the Stile shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.

Coft. The matter is to me, Sir, as concerning Jaque


The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
Biron. In what manner?

Coft. In manner and form, following, Sir; all thofe three. I was feen with her in the Manor-house, fitting with her upon the Form, and taken following her into the Park; which, put together, is, in manner and form following. Now, Sir, for the manner: it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman; for the form, in Come form.


Biron. For the following, Sir?

Coft. As it fhall follow in my correction; and God defend the right!

King. Will you hear the letter with attention?

Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Coft. Such is the fimplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

(5) A high hope for a low heaven ;] A low heaven, fure, is a very intricate Matter to conceive. But our accurate Editors seem to obferve the Rule of Horace, whenever a moot Point Aaggers them, dignus vindice modus; and where they cannot overcome a difficulty, they bring in Heaven to untie the Knot. As God grant us Patience immediately follow'd, they thought, Heaven of Confequence must be coupled with it. But, I dare warrant, I have retriev'd the Poet's true Reading; and the Meaning is this: "Tho' you hope for high Words, and fhould have them, it will be but a low acquifition at best." This our Poet calls a low Having: and it is a Substantive, which he ufts in feveral other Paffages.

King Great deputy, the welkin's vice-gerent, and Sole [reads.] dominator of Navarre, my foul's earth's God, and body's foftring patron

Coft. Not a word of Coftard yet.

King. So it is

Coft. It may be fo; but if he fay it is fo, he is, in telling true, but fo.

King. Peace

Cof. Be to me, and every man that dares not fight! King. No words

Coff. Of other men's fecrets, I beseech you.

King. So it is, Befieged with fable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppreffing humour to the most wholesome phyfick of thy health giving air; and as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk: The time, when? about the fixth hour, when beafts moft graze, birds beft peck, and men fit down to that nourishment which is call'd Jupper: fo much for the time, when. Now for the ground, which which, I mean, I walkt upon; it is ycleped, thy park. Then for the place, where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obfcene and most prepofterous event, that draweth from my fnow white pen the ebon colour'd ink, which here thou vieweft, beholdeft, furveyeft, or. feeft. But to the place, where; It ftandeth north northeaft and by east from the west corner of thy curiousknotted garden. There did 1 fee that low-spirited fwain, that bafe minow of thy mirth, (Coft. Me?) that unletter'd fmall-knowing foul, (Coft. Me?) that shallow vaffal, (Coft. Still me?) which, as I remember, hight Coftard (Coft. O me!) forted and conforted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, with, with, O with, but with this I passion:

to fay wherewith.

Coft. With a wench.

King. With a child of our grandmother Eve, a fe male; or for thy more understanding, a woman; him, I (as my ever-esteem'd duty pricks me on) have fent to thee, to receive the meed of punishment, by thy feet Grace's officer, Anthony Dull, a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and eftimation.


Dull. Me, an't fhall please you: I am Anthony Dull. King. For Jaquenetta, (fo is the weaker veffel call'd) which I apprehended with the aforefaid fwain, I keep her as a vaffal of thy law's fury, and shall at the leaft of thy fweet notice bring her to tryal. Thine in all complements of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty,

Don Adriano de Armado.

Biron. This is not fo well as I look'd for, but the best that ever I heard.

King. Ay; the best for the worft. But firrah, what fay you to this?

Coft. Sir, I confefs the wench.

King. Did you hear the proclamation?

Coft. I do confefs much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it.

King. It was proclaim'd a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.

Coft. I was taken with none, Sir, I was taken with a damofel.

King. Well, it was proclaimed damofel.

Coft. This was no damofel neither, Sir, fhe was a virgin.

King. It is fo varied too, for it was proclaim'd virgin. Coft. If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.

King. This maid will not ferve your turn, Sir.
Coff. This maid will ferve my turn, Sir.

King Sir, I will pronounce sentence; you shall faft a week with bran and water.

Coft. I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

King. And Don Armado fhall be your keeper. My lord Biron, fee him deliver'd o'er.

And go we, lords, to put in practice that,

Which each to other hath fo ftrongly fworn. [Exeunt. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, These oaths and laws will prove an idle fcorn. Sirrah, come on.

Coft. I fuffer for the truth, Sir; for true it is, I was


taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore welcome the four cup of profperity: affliction may one day smile again, and until then, fit thee down, forrow. [Exeunt.


SCENE changes to Armado's House.


Enter Armado and Moth.

OY, what fign is it, when a man of great fpirit grows melancholy?

Moth. A great fign, Sir, that he will look fad.

Arm. Why, fadness is one and the felf-fame thing, dear imp.

Moth. No, no; O lord, Sir, no.

Arm. How can't thou part fadnefs and melancholy, my tender Juvenile ?

Moth. By a familiar demonftration of the working, my tough Signior.

Arm. Why, tough Signior? why, tough Signior? Moth. Why, tender Juvenile ? why, tender Juvenile?

Arm. I fpoke it, tender Juvenile, as a congruent epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.


Moth. And I, tough Signior, as an appertinent title your old time, which we may name tough.

Arm. Pretty and apt.

Moth. How mean you, Sir, I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my faying pretty?

Arm. Thou pretty, becaufe little.

Moth. Little! pretty, because little; wherefore apt?

Arm. And therefore apt, becaufe quick.

Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master?

Arm. In thy condign praise.

Moth. I will praise an eel with the fame praise.

Arm. What? that an eel is ingenious.

Moth. That an eel is quick.

Arm. I do fay, thou art quick in answers. Thou

heat'ft my blood,


Moth. I am anfwer'd, Sir.

Arm. I love not to be croft.

Moth. He speaks the clean contrary, croffes love net him.

Arm. I have promis'd to ftudy three years with the King.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, Sir.
Arm. Impoffible.

Moth. How many is one thrice told?

Arm. I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a tapfter.

Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamefter.

Arm. I confefs both; they are both the varnish of a compleat man.

Moth. Then, I am fure, you know how much the grofs fum of deuce-ace amounts to.

Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.

Moth. Which the base vulgar call, three.

Arm. True.

Moth. Why, Sir, is this fuch a piece of study? now here's three ftudied ere you'll thrice wink; and how eafie it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horfe will tell you.

Arm. A moft fine figure.

Moth. To prove you a cypher.

Arm. I will hereupon confefs, I am in love; and, as it is bafe for a foldier to love, fo am I in love with a bafe wench. If drawing my fword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Defire prifoner; and ranfom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd curt'fie. I think it fcorn to figh; methinks, I should out-fwear Cupid. Comfort me, boy; what great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, mafter.

Arm. Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more; and, fweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, mafter; he was a man of good car

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