and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours ; thefe betray nice wenches-that would be betray'd without thefe; and make them men of note (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these. Arm. How haft thou purchased this experience? Moth. By my penny of obfervation.

Arm. But O,-but 0,

Moth. the hobby-horfe is forgot.

Arm. Call'st thou my love, hobby-horse? Moth. No, matter, the hobby-horfe is but a colt, and your love, perhaps, a hackney. But have you forgot your love?

Arm. Almoft I had.

Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.
Arm. By heart, and in heart, boy.

Moth. And out of heart, mafter; all those three I will prove.

Arm. What wilt thou prove?

Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon the inftant: By heart you love her, becaufe your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because 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 must carry me a letter.

Moth. A meffage well fympathifed; a horse to be embaffador for an afs!

Arm. Ha, ha; what sayest thou?

Moth.

Moth. Marry, fir, you must fend the afs
horfe, for he is very flow-gaited: But I go.
Arm. The way is but fhort; away.
Moth. As fwift as lead, fir.

Arm. Thy meaning, pretty ingenious?

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

upon the

Moth. Minime, honeft mafter, or rather, master, no. Arm. I fay, lead is flow.

Moth. You are too fwift, fir, to fay fo:

Is that lead flow which is fir'd from a gun?
Arm. Sweet fmoke of rhetoric!

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

Moth. Thump then, and I flee.

[Exit. Arm. A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!

By thy favour, fweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face:
Moft 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 fhin.

Arm. Some enigma, fome riddle: come,-thy l'envoy;-begin.

Coft. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no falve in the mail, fir: O fir, plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no l'envoy, no falve, fir, but a plantain !

Arm. By virtue, thou enforceft laughter; thy filly thought, my fpleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous fmiling: O, pardon me, my ftars! Doth the inconfiderate take falve for l'envoy, and the word, l'envoy, for a falve?

Moth. Do the wife think them other? is not l'envoy a falve?

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Arm.

Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or difcourfe, to make plain

Some obfcure precedence that hath tofore been fain.
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 ftill at odds, being but three:
Moth. Until the goofe came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.

Now will I begin your moral, and do
my l'envoy.

you follow with

The fox, the ape, and the humble bee, Were still at odds, being but three: Arm. Until the goofe came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four.

Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose; Would you defire more?

Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat

Sir, your penny-worth is good, an your goose be fat. To fell a bargain well, is as cunning as fast and loose: Let me fee a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goofe.

Arm. Come hither, come hither; how did this argument begin?

Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a shin Then call'd you for the l'envoy.

Coft. True, and I for a plantain; Thus came your argument in:

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goofe that you bought; And he ended the market.

Arm.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a fhin?

Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.

Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth; I will fpeak that l'envoy :

I, Coftard, running out, that was fafely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my

fhin. Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Coft. 'Till there be more matter in the shin. Arm. Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. Coft. O, marry me to one Frances;-I fmell fome l'envoy, fome goose, in this.

Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.

Coft. True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this: Bear this fignificant to the country maid Jaquenetta : there is remuneration; [Giving him money.] for the beft ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. [Exit. Moth. Like the fequel, I.-Signior Coftard, adieu. Coff. My fweet ounce of man's fiefh! my incony Jew![Exit MOTH. Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings-remuneration. 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 fell out of this word..

Enter

Enter BIRON.

Bir. O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.

Coft. Pray you, fir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?

Bir. What is a remuneration?

Coft. Marry, fir, half-penny farthing.

Bir. O, why then, three-farthings-worth of filk.
Coft. I thank your worship: God be wi' you!
Bir. O, ftay, flave; I must employ thee;
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I fhall entreat.
Coft. When would you have it done, fir?
Bir. O, this afternoon.

Coft. Well, I will do it, fir: Fare you well.
Bir. O, thou knoweft not what it is.
Coft. I fhall know, fir, when I have done it.
Bir. Why, villain, thou must know first.

Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.

Bir. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, flave, it is but this;

The princefs comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;

When tongues fpeak fweetly, then they name her name,
And Rofaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand fee thou do commend
This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go.
[Gives him money.

Coft. Guerdon,-O fweet guerdon! better than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Moft fweet guerdon !-I will do it, fir, in print.-Guerdon-remuneration.

[Exit.