most T is won as townes with fire so won so lost Fer. We must of force dispence with this Decree Shee must lie heere on meere necessitie Ber. Necessitie will make vs all forsworne Three thousand times within this three yeeres space For euery man with his affectes is borne Not by might mastred but by speciall grace If I breake fayth this word shall speake for me I am forsworne on meere necessitie So to the Lawes at large I write my name And he that breakes them in the least degree Standes in attainder of eternall shame Suggestions are to other as to me But I beleeue although I seeme so loth I am the last that will last keepe his oth But is there no quicke recreation graunted Ferd. I that there is our Court you know is haunted With a refined trauailer of Spaine A man in all the worldes new fashion planted That hath a mint of phrases in his braine On who the musique of his owne vaine tongue Doth rauish like inchaunting harmonie A man of complements whom right and wrong Haue chose as vmpier of their mutenie This childe of Fancie that Armado hight For interim to our studies shall relate In high borne wordes the worth of many a Knight From tawnie Spaine lost in the worldes debate How you delight my Lords I know not I But I protest I loue to heare him lie And I will vse him for my Minstrelsie Bero. Armado is a most illustrious wight A man of fier new wordes Fashions owne knight Lon. Costard the swaine and he shal be our sport And so to studie thâ—ee yeeres is but short Enter a Constable with Costard with a letter Constab Which is the Dukes owne person Ber. This fellow What would'st Const I my selfe reprehend his owne person for I am his graces Farborough But I would see his owne person in flesh and blood Ber. This is he Const Signeour Arme Arme commendes you Ther 's villanie abrod this letter will tell you more Clowne Sir the Contempls thereof are as touching me Fer. A letter from the magnifisent Armado Bero. How low so euer the matter I hope in God for high wordâ—â— Lon. A high hope for a low heauen God grant vs patience Ber. To heare or forbeare hearing Lon. To heare meekely sir and to laugh moderatly or to forbeare both Bero. Well sir be it as the stile shall giue vs cause to clime in the merrines Clow. The matter is to me sir as concerning Iaquenetta The manner of it is I was taken with the manner Bero. In what manner Clow. In manner and forme folowing sir all those three I was seene with her in the Manner house sitting with heâ— vppon the Forme and taken following her into the Parkâ—r which put togeather is in manner and forme following Now sir for the manner It is the manner of a man to speâ—ke to a woman for the forme in some forme Ber. For the following sir Clow. As it shall follow in my correction and God defend the right Ferd. Will you heare this Letter with attention Bero. As we would heare an Oracle Clow. Such is the sinplicitie of man to harken after the flesh Ferd GReat Deputie the welkis Vizgerent and sole dominatur of Nauar my soules earthes God and bodies fostring patrone Cost Not a wordâ— of Costard yet Ferd. So it is Cost It may be so but if he say it is so he is in telling true but so Ferd. Peace Clow. Be to me and euerie man that dares not fight Ferd. No wordes Clow. Of other mens secrets I beseech you Ferd. So it is besedged with sable coloured melancholie I did commende the blacke oppressing humour to the most holsome phisicke of thy health-geuing ayre And as I am a Gentleman betooke my selfe to walke the time When about the sixt houre When Beastes most grase Birdes best peck and Men sit downe to that nourishment which is called Supper So much for the time When. Now for the ground Which which I meane I walkt vpon it is ycliped Thy Park Then for the place Where where I meane I did incounter that obscene most propostrous euent that draweth froÌ„ my snowhite pen the ebon coloured Incke which here thou viewest beholdest suruayest or seest But to the place Where It standeth North North-east by East from the West corner of thy curious knotted garden There did I see that low spirited Swaine that base Minow of thy myrth Clowne Mee that vnlettered smal knowing soule Clow. Mee that shallow vassall Clown Still mee which as I remember hight Costard Clow. O mee sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaymed Edict and continenâ— Cannon Which with ô with but with this I passion to say wherewith Clo. With a Wench Ferd. With a childe of our Grandmother Eue a female or for thy more sweete vnderstanding a Woman him I as my euer esteemed duetie prickes me on haue sent to thee to receiue the mâ—â—â—e of punishment by thy sweete Graces Gfficer Anthonie Dull a man of good reput carriage bâ—aring and estimation Antho. Me ant shall please you I am Anthony Dull Ferd. For Iaquenetta so is the weaker vessell called vvhich I apprehended vvith the aforesayd Svvaine I keepe hâ—r as a vessell of thy Lavves furie and shall at the least of thy svveete notice bring hâ—r to tryall Thine in all complements of deuoted and hartburning heate of duetie Don Adriano de Armado Boy Which the base vulgar do call three Arma. True Boy Why sir is this such a peece of studie Now heere is three studied ere yele thrice wincke and how easie it is to put yeeres to the worde three and studie three yeeres in two wordes the dauncing Horse will tell you Arm. A most fine Figure Boy To proue you a Cypher Arm. I will hereupon confesse I am in loue and as it is base for a Souldier to loue so am I in loue with a base wench If drawing my Sword against the humor of affection would deliuer me from the reprobate thought of it I would take Desire prisoner and ransome him to anie French Courtier for a new deuisde cuâ—sie I thinke scorne to sigh mee thinks I should outsweare Cupid Comfort mee Boy What great men haue bin in loue Boy Hercules Maister Arm. Most sweete Hercules more authoritie deare Boy name more and sweete my childe let them be men of good repute and carriage Boy Sampson Maister he was a man of good carriage great carriage for he carried the Towne-gates on his backe like a Porter and he was in loue Arm. O wel knit Sampson strong ioynted Sampson I do excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carying gates I am in loue too Who was Sampsons loue my deare Moth Boy A Woman Maister Arm. Of what complexion Boy Of all the foure or the three or the two or one of the foure Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion Boy Of the sea-water Greene sir Arm. Is that one of the foure complexions Boy As I haue
that thou art faire is most infallible true that thou art beautious trueth it selfe that thou art louelie more fairer then faire beautifull then beautious truer then trueth it selfe haue comiseration on thy heroicall Vassall The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eie vpon the pernicious and indubitate Begger Zenelophon and he it was that might rightly say Veni vidi vici Which to annothanize in the vulgar O base and obscure vulgar videliset He came See and ouercame He came one see two couercame three Who came the King Why did he come to see Why did he see to ouercome To whom came he to the Begger What saw he the Begger Who ouercame he the Beggeâ— The conclusion is victorie On whose side the King the captiue is inricht on whose side the Beggers The catastrophe is a Nuptiall on whose side the Kinges no on both in one or one in both I am the King for so standes the comparison thou the Begger for so witnesseth thy lowlines Shall I commande thy loue I may Shall I enforce thy loue I coulde Shall I entreate thy loue I will What shalt thou exchange for raggs roabes for tittles tytles for thy selfe mee Thus expecting thy replie I prophane my lippes on thy foote my eyes on thy picture and my hart on thy euerie part Thine in the dearest designe of industri Don Adriana de Armatho Thus dost thou heare the nemean Lion roare Gainst thee thou Lambe that standest as his pray Submissiue fall his princely feete before And he from forrage will incline to play But if thou striue poore soule what art thou then Foode for his rage repasture for his den Quee. What plume of fethers is he that indited this letter What vaine What Wethercock Did you euer heare better Boy I am much deceiued but I remember the stile Quee. Els your memorie is bad going ore it erewhile Boy This Armado is a Spaniard that keepes here in court A Phantasime a Monarcho and one that makes sport To the Prince and his Booke-mates Quee. Thou fellow a worde Who gaue thee this letter Clow. I tolde you my Lord. Quee. To whom shouldst thou giue it Clow. From my Lord to my Ladie Quee. From which Lord to which Ladie Clow. From my Lord Berowne a good Maister of mine To a Ladie of France that he calde Rosaline Quee. Thou hast mistaken his letter Come Lords away Here sweete put vp this twil be thine annother day Boy Who is the shooter Who is the shooter Rosa Shall I teach you to know Boy I my continent of beautie Rosa Why she that beares the Bow Finely put off Boy My Lady goes to kill hornes but if thou marrie hang me by the necke if horns that yeere miscarrie Finely put on Rosa Well then I am the shooter Boy And who is your Deare Rosa If we choose by the hornes your selfe come not neare Finely put on in deede Maria. You still wrangle with her Boyet and she strikes at the brow Boyet But she her selfe is hit lower Haue I hit her now Rosa Shall I come vpon thee with an olde saying that was a man when King Pippen of Frannce was a litle boy as touching the hit it Boy So I may answere thee with one as olde that was a woman when queene Guinouer of Brittaine was a litle wench as toching the hit it Rosa Thou canst not hit it hit it hit it Thou canst not hit it my good man Exit Boy And I cannot cannot cannot and I cannot an other can Clo. By my troth most plesant how both did fit it Mar. A marke marueilous wel shot for they both did hit Bo. A mark O mark but that mark a mark saies my Lady Let the mark haue a prick in 't to meate at if it may be Mar. Wide a' the bow hand yfaith your hand is out Clo. Indeed a'must shoot nearer or he le neare hit the clout Boy And if my hand be out then belike your hand is in Clo. Then will she get the vpshoot by cleauing the is in Ma. Come come you talke greasely your lips grow fowle Cl. She s to hard for you at pricks sir challeng her to bowle Bo. I feare too much rubbing good night my good owle Clo. By my soule a Swaine a most simple Clowne Lord Lord how the Ladies and I haue put him downe O my troth most sweete iestes most inconie vulgar wit When it comes so smoothly off so obscenly as it were so fit Armatho at h toothen side o a most daintie man To see him walke before a Lady and to beare her Fann. To see him kisse his hand how most sweetly a wil sweare And his Page at other side that handfull of wit Ah heauens it is most patheticall nit Sowla sowla Exeunt Shoot within Enter Dull Holofernes the Pedant and Nathaniel Nat. Very reuerent sport truly and done in the testimonie of a good conscience Ped. The Deare was as you know sanguis in blood ripe as the Pomwater who now hangeth like a Iewel in the eare of Celo the skie the welken the heauen anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra the soyle the land the earth Curat Nath. Truely M. Holofernes the epythithes are sweetly vatried like a scholler at the least but sir I assure ye it was a Bucke of the first head Holo Sir Nathaniel haud credo Dul. T was not a haud credo t was a Pricket Holo Most barbarous intimation yet a kind of insinuaâ—ion as it were in via in way of explication facere as it were replication or rather ostentare to show as it were his inclination after his vndressed vnpolished vneducated vnpruned vntrained or rather vnlettered or ratherest vnconfirmed fashion to insert again my haud credo for a Deare Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo t was a Pricket Holo Twice sodd simplicitie bis coctus O thou monster ignorance How deformed doost thou looke Nath. Sir he hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke He hath not eate paper as it were he hath not drunke inck His intellect is not replenished he is only an annimall only sensible in the duller partes and such barren plantes are set before vs that we thankful should be which we taste and feeling are for those partes that doe fructifie in vs more then he For as it would ill become me to be vaine indistreell or a foole So were there a patch set on Learning to see him in a schole But omne bene say I being of an olde Fathers minde Many can brooke the weather that loue not the winde Dul. You two are book-men Can you tel me by your wit What was a month old at Cains birth that 's not fiue weeks old as yet Holo Dictisima goodman Dull dictisima goodman Dull Dul. What is dictima Nath. A title to Phebe to Luna to the Moone Holo The Moone was a month old when Adam was no more And rought not to fiue-weeks when
he came to fiuescore Th' allusion holdes in the Exchange Dul. T is true in deede the Collusion holdes in the Exchange Holo God comfort thy capacitie I say th' allusion holdes in the Exchange Dul. And I say the polusion holdes in the Exchange for the Moone is neuer but a month olde and I say beside that t was a Pricket that the Princesse kilâ— Holo Sir Nathaniel will you heare an extemporall Epytaph on the death of the Deare and to humour the ignorault cald the Deare the Princesse kild a Pricket Nath. Perge good M. Holofernes perge so it shall please you to abrogate squirilitie Holo I wil somthing affect the letter for it argues facilitie ⧠The prayfull Princesse pearst and prickt a prettie pleasing Pricket Some say a Sore but not a sore till now made sore with shooting The Dogges did yell put ell to Sore then Sorell iumps from thicket Or Pricket-sore or els Sorell the people fall a hooting If Sore be sore then el to Sore makes fiftie sores o sorell Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more I. Nath. A rare talent Dull If a talent be a claw looke how he clawes him with a talent Nath. This is a gyft that I haue simple simple a foolish extrauagant spirit full of formes figures shapes obiectes Ideas aprehentions motions reuolutions These are begot in the ventricle of Memorie nourisht in the wombe of primater and deliuered vpon the mellowing of occasion But the gyft is goodâ—n those whom it is acute and I am thankfull for it Holo Sir I prayse the L. for you and so may my parishioners for their Sonnes are well tuterd by you and their Daughters profite very greatly vnder you you are a good member of the common wealth Nath. Me herele yf their Sonnes be ingenous they shal want no instruction If their Daughters be capable I will put it to them But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur a soule Feminine saluteth vs. Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne Iaquenetta God giue you good morrow M. Person Nath. Maister Person quasi Person And if one shoulde be perst Which is the one Clo. Marrie M. Scholemaster he that is liklest to a hoggs-head Nath. Of persing a Hogshead a good luster of conceit in a turph of Earth Fier enough for a Flint Pearle enough for a Swine t is prettie it is well Iaque Good M. Parson be so good as read me this letter it was geuen me by Costard and sent me from 〈◊〉 Armatho I beseech you read it Nath. Facile precor gellida quando pecas omnia sub vmbra ruminat and so foorth Ah good olde Mantuan I may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice vemchie vencha que non te vnde que non te perreche Olde Mantuan olde Mantuan Who vnderstandeth thee not loues thee not vt re sol la mi fa Vnder pardon sir What are the contentes or rather as Horrace sayes in his What my soule verses Holo I sir and very learned Nath. Let me heare a staffe a stauze a verse Lege domine If Loue make me forsworne how shall I sweare to loue Ah neuer fayth could hold yf not to beautie vowed Though to my selfe forsworne to thee I le faythfull proue Those thoughts to me were Okes to thee like Osiers bowed Studie his by as leaues and makes his booke thine eyes Where all those pleasures liue that Art would comprehend If knowledge be the marke to know thee shall suffise Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend All ignorant that soule that sees thee without wonder Which is to mee some prayse that I thy partes admire Thy eie Ioues lightning beares thy voyce his dreadful thuÌ„der Which not to anger bent is musique and sweete fier Celestiall as thou art Oh pardon loue this woug That singes heauens prayse with such an earthly tong Pedan You finde not the apostraphas and so misse the accent Let me superuise the cangenet Nath. Here are onely numbers ratefied but for the elegancie facilitie and golden câ—dence of poesie caret Ouiddius Naso was the man And why in deed Naso but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancie the ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing So doth the Hound his maister the Ape his keeper the tyred Horse his rider But Damosella virgin Was this directed to you Iaq. I sir from one mounsier Berowne one of the strange Queenes Lordes Nath. I will ouerglaunce the superscript To the snow â—hite hand of the most bewtious Lady Rosaline I will looke againe on the intellect of the letter for the nomination of the partie written to the person written vnto Your Ladiships in all desired imployment Berowne Ped. Sir Holofernes this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger Queenes which accidentally or by the way of progression hath miscarried Trip and goe my sweete deliuer this Paper into the royall hand of the King it may concerne much stay not thy complement I forgiue thy dewtie adue Mayd Good Costard go with me sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Holo Sir you haue done this in the feare of God verie religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not mee of the Father I do feare colourable coloures But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine pupill of mine where if before repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parentes of the foresaid childe or pupill vndertake your bien venuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie wit nor inuention I beseech your societie Nath. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happines of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a paper in his hand alone Berow The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pytch that defiles defile a foule worde Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole sayd and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as madd as Aiax it kills Sheepe it kills mee I a Sheepe well prooued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang mee I'fayth I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I do nothing in the world but lie and lie in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught me to rime and to be mallicholie and heere is part of my Rime and
Berowne hath plighted Fayth to me Kath. And Longauill was for my seruice borne Mar. Dumaine is mine as sure as barke on tree Boyet Madame and prettie mistresses giue eare Immediatly they will againe be heere In their owne shapes for it can neuer be They will digest this harsh indignitie Quee. Will they returne Boy They will they will God knowes And leape for ioy though they are lame with blowes Therefore change Fauours and when they repaire Blow like sweete Roses in this sommer aire Quee. How blow how blow Speake to be vnderstood Boy Faire Ladies maskt are Roses in their bud Dismaskt their dammaske sweete commixture showne Are Angels varling cloudes or Roses blowne Quee. Auaunt perplexitie What shall we do If they returne in their owne shapes to woe Rosa Good Madame if by me you le be aduisde Le ts mocke them still as well knowne as disguysde Let vs complaine to them what fooles were heare Disguysd like Muscouites in shapeles geare And wonder what they were and to what ende Their shallow showes and Prologue vildly pende And their rough carriage so rediculous Should be presented at our Tent to vs. Boyet Ladies withdraw the gallants are at hand Quee. Whip to our Tents as Roes runs ore land Exeunt Enter the King and the rest King Faire sir God saue you Wher 's the Princesse Boyet Gone to her Tent. Please it your Maiestie commaunde me any seruice to her thither King That she vouchsafe me audience for one word Boy I will and so will she I know my Lord. Exit Berow This fellow peckes vp Wit as Pidgions Pease And 〈◊〉 againe when God dooth please He is Witts Pedler and retales his wares At Wakes and Wassels meetings markets Faires And we that sell by grosse the Lord doth know Haue not the grace to grace it with such show This Gallant pins the Wenches on his sleeue Had he bin Adam he had tempted Eue. A can carue to and lispe Why this is hee That kist his hand a way in courtisie This is the Ape of Forme Mounsier the nice That when he playes at Tables chides the Dice In honorable tearmes nay he can sing A meane most meanely and in hushering Mende him who can the Ladies call him sweete The staires as he treades on them kisse his feete This is the floure that smyles on euery one To shew his teeth as white as Whales bone And consciences that will not die in debt Pay him the due of honie-tonged Boyet King A blister on his sweete tongue with my hart That put Armathoes Page out of his part Enter the Ladies Bero. See where it comes Behauiour what wert thou Till this mad man shewed thee and what art thou now King All haile sweete Madame and faire time of day Quee. Faire in all Haile is foule as I conceaue King Consture my spaches better if you may Quee. Then wish me better I will giue you leaue King We came to visite you and purpose now To leade you to our Court vouchsafe it then Quee. This Feelde shall holde me and so hold your vow Nor God nor I delights in periurd men King Rebuke me not for that which you prouoke The vertue of your eie must breake my oth Que. You nickname vertue vice you should haue spoke For vertues office neuer breakes mens troth Now by my maiden honour yet as pure As the vnsallied Lilly I protest A worlde of tormentes though I should endure I would not yeelde to be your houses guest So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heauenly Othes vowed with integritie King O you haue liu'd in desolation heere Vnseene vnuisited much to our shame Quee. Not so my Lord it is not so I sweare We haue had pastimes here and pleasant game A messe of Russians left vs but of late King How Madame Russians Quee. I in trueth My Lord. Trim gallants full of Courtship and of state Rosa Madame speake true It is not so my Lord My Ladie to the maner of the dayes In curtesie giues vndeseruing praise We foure in deede confronted were with foure In Russian habite heere they stayed an houre And talkt apace and in that houre my Lord They did not blesse vs with one happie word I dare not call them fooles but this I thinke When they are thirstie fooles would faine haue drinke Bero. This iest is drie to me gentle sweete Your wits makes wise thinges foolish when we greete Wtih eies best seeing heauens fierie eie By light we loose light your capacitie Is of that nature that to your hudge stoore Wise thinges seeme foolish and rich thinges but poore Rosa This proues you wise and rich for in my eie Bero. I am a foole and full of pouertie Rosa. But that you take what doth to you belong It were a fault to snatch wordes from my tongue Ber. O I am yours and all that I possesse Rosa All the foole mine Ber. I cannot giue you lesse Ros. Which of the Vizards was it that you wore Ber. Where when what Vizard why demaund you this Rosa There then that Vizard that superfluous case That hid the worse and shewed the better face King We were descried they le mock vs now dounright Duman Let vs confesse and turne it to a iest Quee. Amazde my Lord Why lookes your highnes sad Rosa Helpe holde his browes hee le sound why looke you pale Sea sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie Bero. Thus pooure the Starres downe plagues for periurie Can anie face of brasse hold longer out Heere stand I Ladie dart thy skill at me Bruse me with scorne confound me with a flout Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit And I will wish thee neuer more to daunce Nor neuer more in Russian habite waite O neuer will I trust to speaches pend Nor to the motion of a Schoole-boyes tongue Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend Nor woo in rime like a blind harpers songue Taffata phrases silken tearmes precise Three pilde Hiberboles spruce affection Figures pedanticall these sommer flies Haue blowne me full of maggot ostentation I do forsweare them and I here protest By this white Gloue how white the hand God knowes Hencefoorth my wooing minde shal be exprest In russet yeas and honest kersie noes And to begin Wench so God helpe me law My loue to thee is sound sance cracke or flaw Rosa Sans sans I pray you Bero. Yet I haue a tricke Of the olde rage beare with me I am sicke I le leaue it by degrees soft let vs see Write Lord haue mercie on vs on those three They are infected in their hartes it lyes They haue the Plague and caught it of your eyes These Lordes are visited you are not free For the Lords tokens on you do I see Quee. No they are free that gaue these tokens to vs. Berow Our states are forfait seeke not to vndoo vs. Rosa It is not so for how can this be true That you