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. MOTH. Come, you transgressing slave; away. 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 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 MоTH 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 falsehood) 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 sonnet Devise, wit; write, pen; for, I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Park. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance. Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. BOYET. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits; To whom he sends; and what's his embassy: Of all perfections that a man may owe, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. PRIN. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? 1 LORD. Longaville is one. PRIN. Know you the man? [Exit. In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: KATH. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, Ros. Another of these students at that time Biron they call him; but a merrier man, PRIN. God bless my ladies! are they all in love PRIN. Re-enter BOYET. Now, what admittance, lord? BOYET. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, To let you enter his unpeopled house. [The Ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. KING. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. PRIN. Fair I give you back again; and welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine. KING. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. KING. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. PRIN. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But pardon me, I am too sudden bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. [Gives a paper. KING. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. BIRON. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Ros. How needless was it then to ask the question! Ros. "T is long of you that spur me with such questions. BIRON. Your wit 's too hot, it speeds too fast, 't will tire. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. BIRON. What time o' day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. KING. Madam, your father here doth intimate But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Although not valued to the money's worth. |