¶GReat Deputie, the Welkins Vicegerent, and sole domi-
¶nator of Nauar,
my soules earths God, and bodies fo-
¶Cost. Not a {w}ord of
Costard yet.
¶Cost. It may be
so: but if he
say it is
so, he is in telling
¶Clow. Be to me, and euery man that dares not fight.
¶Clow. Of other mens
secrets I be
seech you.
¶Ferd. So it is besieged with sable coloured melancholie, I
¶did commend the blacke oppressing humour to the most whole-
¶some Physicke of thy health-giuing ayre: And as I am a Gen-
245tleman,
betooke my selfe to walke: the time When? about the
¶sixt houre, When beasts most grase, birds best pecke, 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 Parke. Then for the
250place Where? where I meane I did encounter that obscene and
¶most preposterous euent that draweth from my snow-white pen
¶the ebon coloured Inke, which heere thou viewest, beholdest,
¶suruayest, or seest. But to the place Where? It standeth
¶North North-east and by East from the West corner of thy
255curious knotted garden; There did I see that low spiri-
¶ted Swaine, that base Minow of thy myrth, (
Clown. Mee?)
¶that vnletered small knowing soule, (
Clow Me?)
that shallow
Clow. Still mee?) which as I remember, hight Co-
Clow. O me) sorted and consorted contrary to thy e-
260stablished proclaymed Edict and Continet, Cannon: Which
¶with, ô with, but with this I passion to say wherewith:
¶Ferd. With a childe of our Grandmother Eue, a female;
¶or for thy more sweet vnderstanding a woman: him, I (as my
265euer esteemed dutie prickes me on) haue sent to thee, to receiue
¶the meed of punishment by thy sweet Graces Officer Anthony
¶Dull,
a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, & estimation.
¶Anth. Me, an't
shall plea
se you? I am
Anthony Dull.
¶Ferd. For Iaquenetta (so is the weaker vessell called)
270which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swaine, I keeper her
¶as a vessell of thy Lawes furie, and shall at the least of thy
¶sweet notice, bring her to triall. Thine in all complements of
¶deuoted and heart-burning heat of dutie.
275Ber. This is not
so well as I looked for, but the be
st
¶Fer. I the be
st, for the wor
st. But
sirra, What
say you
¶Clo. Sir I confe
sse the Wench.
280Fer. Did you heare the Proclamation?
¶Clo. I doe confe
sse much of the hearing it, but little
¶Fer. It was proclaimed a yeeres impri
soment to bee
285Clow. I was taken with none
sir, I was taken {w}ith a
¶Fer. Well, it was proclaimed Damo
sell.
¶Clo. This was no Damo
sell neyther
sir,
shee was a
290Fer. It is
so varried to, for it was proclaimed Virgin.
¶Clo. If it were, I denie her Virginitie: I was taken
¶Fer. This Maid will not
serue your turne
sir.
¶Clo. This Maide will
serue my turne
sir.
295Kin. Sir I will pronounce your
sentence: You
shall
¶fa
st a Weeke with Branne and water.
¶Clo. I had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton and
¶Kin. And
Don Armado shall be your keeper.
300My Lord
Berowne,
see him deliuer'd ore,
¶And goe we Lords to put in practice that,
¶Which each to other hath
so
strongly
sworne.
¶Bero. Ile lay my head to any good mans hat,
¶The
se oathes and lawes will proue an idle
scorne.
¶Clo. I
suffer for the truth
sir: for true it is, I was ta-
¶ken with
Iaquenetta, and
Iaquenetta is a true girle, and
¶therefore welcome the
sowre cup of pro
speritie, afflicti-
¶on may one day
smile againe, and vntill then
sit downe
¶ Enter Armado and Moth his Page.
¶Arma. Boy, What
signe is it when a man of great
¶spirit growes melancholy?
¶Boy. A great
signe
sir, that he will looke
sad.
315Brag. Why?
sadne
sse is one and the
selfe-
same thing
¶Boy. No no, O Lord
sir no.
¶Brag. How can
st thou part
sadne
sse and melancholy
320Boy. By a familiar demon
stration of the working, my
¶Brag. Why tough
signeur? Why tough
signeur?
¶Boy. Why tender
Iuuenall? Why tender
Iuuenall?
¶Brag. I
spoke it tender
Iuuenall, as a congruent apa-
325thaton, appertaining to thy young daies, which we may
¶Boy. And I tough
signeur, as an appertinent title to
¶your olde time, which we may name tough.
330Boy. How meane you
sir, I pretty, and my
saying apt?
¶or I apt, and my
saying prettie?
¶Brag. Thou pretty becau
se little.
¶Boy. Little pretty, becau
se little: wherefore apt?
¶Brag. And therefore apt, becau
se quicke.
335Boy. Speake you this in my prai
se Ma
ster?
¶Brag. In thy condigne prai
se.
¶Boy. I will prai
se an Eele with the
same prai
se.
¶Brag. What? that an Eele is ingenuous.
¶Boy. That an Eeele is quicke.
340Brag. I doe
say thou art quicke in an
sweres. Thou
¶Brag. I loue not to be cro
st.
¶Boy. He
speakes the meere contrary, cro
sses loue not
345Br. I haue promis'd to
study iij. yeres with the Duke.
¶Boy. You may doe it in an houre
sir.
¶Boy. How many is one thrice told?
¶Bra. I am ill at reckning, it fits the
spirit of a Tap
ster.
350Boy. You are a gentleman and a game
ster
sir.
¶Brag. I confe
sse both, they are both the varni
sh of a
¶Boy. Then I am
sure you know how much the gro
sse
¶summe of deus-ace amounts to.
355Brag. It doth amount to one more then two.
¶Boy. Which the ba
se vulgar call three.
¶Br. True.
Boy. Why
sir is this
such a peece of
study?
¶Now here's three
studied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how
¶ea
sie it is to put yeres to the word three, and
study three
360yeeres in two words, the dancing hor
se will tell you.
