Remuneration!

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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, half-penny farthing.

Biron. O, why then, three - farthings worth of silk.

Cost. I thank your Worship: God be with you!

Biron. O, stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

Cost. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Cost. Well, I will do it, Sir: Fare you well.
Biron. O, thou knowest not what it is.

Cost. I shall know, Sir, when I have done it. Biron. Why, villain, thou must know first. Cost. 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 Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand
This seal'd-up counsel.

VOL. IV.

see thou do commend There's thy guerdon; go. [Gives him money.

3

Cost. Guerdon,

O sweet guerdon! better

than remuneration; eleven-pence farthing better: Most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in remuneration.

print.

Guerdon

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[Exit.

Biron. O! And 1, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh;

A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant - dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread Prince of plackets, King of codpieces,
Sole Imperator, and great General

Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;

Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.

Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and

groan;

Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

[Exit.

Another part of the same."

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 murderer in?
For. Here by, 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 again
say, no!

O short-liv'd pride? Not fair? alack for woe!

For. Yes, Madam, fair.

Prin. Nay, never paint me now

Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true; [Giving him money.

Fair payment for foul words is more than due. For. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav'd by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days!

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

But come, the bow: Now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot;
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill.
And, out of question, so it is sometimes;

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes;

When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,

We bend to that the working of the heart:

As I, for praise alone, now seek to spill

The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that selfsovereignty

Only for praise' sake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?

Prin. Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord.

Enter Costard.

Prin. Here comes a member of the common

wealth.

Cost. God dig-you den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? Prin. The thickest, and the tallest.

Cost. The thickest, and the tallest!

truth is truth.

it is so

An your waist mistress, were as slender as my

wit,

One of these maids' girdles for your waist should

be fit.

Are not you the chief woman? you

thickest here.

are the

Prin. What's your will, Sir? what's your will? Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one lady Rosaline.

Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter; he's a good friend of mine:

Stand aside, good bearer.

Break up this capon.

Boyet, you can carve;

Boyet. I am bound to serve.

This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

Prin. We will read it, I swear:

Break the neck of the wax, and every one give

ear.

Boyet. [reads.] By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely: More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heróical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitare beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (0 base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, saw, and overcame: