1242shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable,

1243I will put it to them. But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur, a

1244soule Feminine saluteth vs.

1246Iaqu. God giue you good morrow M. Person.

1247Nath. Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should

1248be perst, Which is the one?

1249Clo. Marry M. Schoolemaster, hee that is likest to a

1250hogshead.

1251Nath. Of persing a Hogshead, a good luster of con-

1252ceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearle

1253enough for a Swine: 'tis prettie, it is well.

1254Iaqu. Good Master Parson be so good as reade mee

1255this Letter, it was giuen mee by Costard, and sent mee

1256from Don Armatho: I beseech you reade it.

, and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I

1259may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice, vem-

1260chie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche. Old Man-

1261tuam, old Mantuan. Who vnderstandeth thee not, vt re

1262sol la mi fa: Vnder pardon sir, What are the contents? or

1263rather as Horrace sayes in his, What my soule verses.

1264Hol. I sir, and very learned.

1265Nath. Let me heare a staffe, a stanze, a verse, Lege do-

1266mine.

1284Ped. You finde not the apostraphas, and so misse the

1285accent. Let me superuise the cangenet.

1286Nath. Here are onely numbers ratified, but for the

1287elegancy, facility, & golden cadence of poesie caret: O-

1288uiddius Naso was the man. And why in deed Naso, but

1289for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the

1290ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the

1291Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horse

1292his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to

1293you?

1294Iaq. I sir from one mounsier Berowne, one of the

1295strange Queenes Lords.

1296Nath. I will ouerglance the superscript.

1298I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter, for

1299the nomination of the partie written to the person writ-

1300ten vnto.

1302Per. Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries

1303with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a se-

1304quent of the stranger Queenes: which accidentally, or

1305by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and

1306goe my sweete, deliuer this Paper into the hand of the

1307King, it may concerne much: stay not thy complement, I

1308forgiue thy duetie, adue.

1309Maid. Good Costard go with me:

1310Sir God saue your life.

1311Cost. Haue with thee my girle. Exit.

1312Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very

1313religiously: and as a certaine Father saith

1314Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father, I do feare coloura-

1315ble colours. But to returne to the Verses, Did they please

1316you sir Nathaniel?

1317Nath. Marueilous well for the pen.

1318Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pu-

1319pill of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to

1320gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I

1321haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill,

1322vndertake your bien vonuto, where I will proue those

1323Verses to be very vnlearned, neither sauouring of

1324Poetrie, Wit, nor Inuention. I beseech your So-

1325cietie.

1326Nat. And thanke you to: for societie (saith the text)

1327is the happinesse of life.

1328Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it.

1329Sir I do inuite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca

1330verba.

1331Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our

1332recreation. Exeunt.

1334Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare,

1335I am coursing my selfe.

1336They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch,

1337pitch that defiles; defile, a foule word: Well, set thee

1338downe sorrow; for so they say the foole said, and so say

1339I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this

1340Loue is as mad as Aiax, it kils sheepe, it kils mee, I a

1341sheepe: Well proued againe a my side. I will not loue;

1342if I do hang me: yfaith I will not. O but her eye: by

1343this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes, for

1344her two eyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but lye,

1345and lye in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath

1346taught mee to Rime, and to be mallicholie: and here is

1347part of my Rime, and heere my mallicholie. Well, she

1348hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the

1349Foole sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clowne, swee-

1350ter Foole, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care

1351a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a

1352paper, God giue him grace to grone.

1354Kin. Ay mee!

1355Ber. Shot by heauen: proceede sweet Cupid, thou hast

1356thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith

1357secrets.