741Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expre
ssed.
742His tongue all impatient to
speake and not
see,
743Did
stumble with ha
ste in his eie-
sight to be,
744All
sences to that
sence did make their repaire,
745To feele onely looking on faire
st of faire:
746Me thought all his
sences were lockt in his eye,
747As Iewels in Chri
stall for
some Prince to buy.
748Who tendring their own worth from whence they were
(glast, 749Did point out to buy them along as you pa
st.
750His faces owne margent did coate
such amazes,
751That all eyes
saw his eies inchanted with gazes.
752Ile giue you
Aquitaine, and all that is his,
753And you giue him for my
sake, but one louing Ki
sse.
754Prin. Come to our Pauillion,
Boyet is di
spo
sde.
755Bro. But to
speak that in words, which his eie hath di
s-(clos'd. 756I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie,
757By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie.
758Lad. Ro. Thou art an old Loue-monger, and
speake
st 760Lad. Ma. He is
Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news
762Lad.2. Then was
Venus like her mother, for her fa
- 764Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches?
766Boy. What then, do you
see?
767Lad. 2. I, our way to be gone.
768Boy. You are too hard for me.
Exeunt omnes.
770 Enter Broggart and Boy. 772Bra. Warble childe, make pa
ssionate my
sen
se of hea
- 775Brag. Sweete Ayer, go tenderne
sse of yeares: take
776this Key, giue enlargement to the
swaine, bring him fe
- 777stinatly hither: I mu
st imploy him in a letter to my
779Boy. Will you win your loue with a French braule?
780Bra. How meane
st thou, brauling in French?
781Boy. No my compleat ma
ster, but to Iigge o
ff a tune
782at the tongues end, canarie to it with the feete, humour
783it with turning vp your eie:
sigh a note and
sing a note,
784sometime through the throate: if you
swallowed loue
785with
singing, loue
sometime through: no
se as if you
786snuft vp loue by
smelling loue with your hat penthou
se
- 787like ore the
shop of your eies, with your armes cro
st on
788your thinbellie doublet, like a Rabbet on a
spit, or your
789hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting,
790and keepe not too long in one tune, but a
snip and away:
791the
se are complements, the
se are humours, the
se betraie
792nice wenches that would be betraied without the
se, and
793make them men of note: do you note men that mo
st are
795Brag. How ha
st thou purcha
sed this experience?
796Boy. By my penne of ob
seruation.
798Boy. The Hobbie-hor
se is forgot.
799Bra. Cal'
st thou my loue Hobbi-hor
se.
800Boy. No Ma
ster, the Hobbie-hor
se is but a Colt, and
801and your Loue perhaps, a Hacknie:
802But haue you forgot your Loue?
804Boy. Negligent
student, learne her by heart.
805Brag. By heart, and in heart Boy.
806Boy. And out of heart Ma
ster: all tho
se three I will
808Brag. What wilt thou proue?
809Boy. A man, if I liue (and this) by, in, and without, vp
- 810on the in
stant: by heart you loue her, becau
se your heart
811cannot come by her: in heart you loue her, becau
se your
812heart is in loue with her: and out of heart you loue her,
813being out of heart that you cannot enioy her.
814Brag. I am all the
se three.
815Boy. And three times as much more, and yet nothing
817Brag. Fetch hither the Swaine, he mu
st carrie mee a
819Boy. A me
ssage well
simpathis'd, a Hor
se to be em
- 820ba
ssadour for an A
sse.
821Brag. Ha, ha, What
saie
st thou?
822Boy. Marrie
sir, you mu
st send the A
sse vpon the Hor
se
823for he is verie
slow gated: but I goe.
824Brag. The way is but
short, away.
825Boy. As
swift as Lead
sir.
826Brag. Thy meaning prettie ingenious, is not Lead a
827mettall heauie, dull, and
slow?
828Boy. Minnime hone
st Ma
ster, or rather Ma
ster no.
829Brad. I
say Lead is
slow.
830Boy. You are too
swift
sir to
say
so.
831Is that Lead
slow which is
fir'd from a Gunne
? 832Brag. Sweete
smoke of Rhetorike,
833He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet that's he:
834I
shoote thee at the Swaine.
835Boy. Thump then, and I
flee.
836Bra. A mo
st acute Iuuenall, voluble and free of grace,
837By thy fauour
sweet Welkin, I mu
st sigh in thy face.
838Mo
st rude melancholie, Valour giues thee place.
839My Herald is return'd.
840 Enter Page and Clowne.
841Pag.A wonder Ma
ster, here's a
Costard broken in a
843Ar. Some enigma,
some riddle, come, thy
Lenuoy 845Clo. No egma, no riddle, no
lenuoy, no
salue, in thee
846male
sir. Or
sir, Plantan, a plaine Plantan: no
lenuoy, no
847lenuoy, no Salue
sir, but a Plantan.
848Ar. By vertue thou inforce
st laughter, thy
sillie
849thought, my
spleene, the heauing of my lunges prouokes
850me to rediculous
smyling: O pardon me my
stars, doth
851the incon
siderate take
salue for
lenuoy, and the word
len- 853Pag. Doe the wi
se thinke them other, is not
lenuoy a
855Ar. No
Page, it is an epilogue or di
scour
se to make
(plaine, 856Some ob
scure precedence that hath tofore bin faine.
857Now will I begin your morrall, and do you follow with
859 The Foxe, the Ape, and the Humble-Bee,
860 Were
still at oddes, being but three.
861Arm. Vntill the Goo
se came out of doore,
862 Staying the oddes by adding foure.
863Pag. A good
Lenuoy, ending in the Goo
se: would you
865Clo. The Boy hath
sold him a bargaine, a Goo
se, that's
flat L4v