SCENE II.
Armado's House.
Enter Armado and Moth.
Arm.
Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great
spirit grows melancholy?
Moth.
A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
Arm.
Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing,
dear imp7 note
.
Moth.
No, no; O lord, sir, no.
Arm.
How can'st thou part sadness and melancholy,
my tender juvenal8 note
?
Moth.
By a familiar demonstration of the working,
my tough signior?
Arm.
Why tough signior? why tough signior?
Moth.
Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
Arm.
I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent
epitheton, appertaining to thy young days, which
we may nominate, tender.
Moth.
And I, tough signior, as an appertinent title
to your old time, which we may name, tough9 note.
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Arm.
Pretty, and apt.
Moth.
How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying
apt? or I apt, and my saying pretty?
Arm.
Thou pretty, because little.
Moth.
Little pretty, because little: Wherefore
apt?
Arm.
And therefore apt, because quick.
Moth.
Speak you this in my praise, master?
Arm.
In thy condign praise.
Moth.
I will praise an eel with the same praise.
Arm.
What? that an eel is ingenious?
Moth.
That an eel is quick.
Arm.
I do say, thou art quick in answers: Thou
heat'st my blood.
Moth.
I am answer'd, sir.
Arm.
I love not to be cross'd.
Moth.
He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love
not him1 note.
Arm.
I have promised to study three years with the
duke.
Moth.
You may do it in an hour, sir.
Arm.
Impossible.
Moth.
How many is one thrice told?
Arm.
I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a
tapster.
Moth.
You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir.
Arm.
I confess both; they are both the varnish of
a complete man.
Moth.
Then, I am sure, you know how much the
gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm.
It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth.
Which the base vulgar do call, three.
Arm.
True.
Moth.
Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now
here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: and how
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easy it is to put years to the word three, and study
three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell
you2 note
.
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Arm.
A most fine figure!
Moth.
To prove you a cypher.
Arm.
I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and,
as it is base for a soldier to love, so I am in love with
a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
thought of it, I would take desire prisoner; and
ransom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd
court'sy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks, I should
out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy; What great
men have been in love?
Moth.
Hercules, master.
Arm.
Most sweet Hercules!—More authority, dear
boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be
men of good repute and carriage.
Moth.
Sampson, master: he was a man of good
carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates
on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.
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Arm.
O well-knit Sampson! strong-jointed Sampson!
I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou
didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too.—Who
was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth.
A woman, master.
Arm.
Of what complexion?
Moth.
Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or
one of the four.
Arm.
Tell me precisely of what complexion?
Moth.
Of the sea-water green, sir.
Arm.
Is that one of the four complexions?
Moth.
As I have read, sir; and the best of them
too.
Arm.
Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers: but
to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson
had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for
her wit.
Moth.
It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
Arm.
My love is most immaculate white and
red.
Moth.
Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd
under such colours.
Arm.
Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue,
assist me!
Arm.
Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and
pathetical!
Moth.
If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhime, master, against the reason of
white and red.
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Arm.
Is there not a ballad, boy, of 3 notethe King and
the Beggar?
Moth.
The world was very guilty of such a ballad
some three ages since: but, I think, now 'tis not to
be found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
the writing, nor the tune.
Arm.
I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that
I may example my digression4 note
by some mighty precedent.
Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took
in the park with the rational hind Costard5 note
; she deserves
well.
Moth.
To be whipp'd; and yet a better love than
my master.
[Aside.
Arm.
Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
Moth.
And that's great marvel, loving a light
wench.
Arm.
I say, sing.
Moth
Forbear, till this company be past.
Enter Dull, Costard, and Jaquenetta.
Dull.
Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep
Costard safe: and you must let him take no delight,
nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a-week:
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For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is
allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.
Arm.
I do betray myself with blushing.—Maid.
Jaq.
Man.
Arm.
I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq.
That's hereby.
Arm.
I know where it is situate.
Jaq.
Lord, how wise you are!
Arm.
I will tell thee wonders.
Jaq.
With that face?
Arm.
I love thee.
Jaq.
So I heard you say.
Arm.
And so farewell.
Jaq.
Fair weather after you!
Dull.
Come, Jaquenetta, away 6 note
.
[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta.
Arm.
Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere
thou be pardoned.
Cost.
Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on
a full stomach.
Arm.
Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Cost.
I am more bound to you, than your fellows,
for they are but lightly rewarded.
Arm.
Take away this villain; shut him up.
Moth.
Come, you transgressing slave; away.
Cost.
Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, being
loose.
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Moth.
No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou
shalt to prison.
Cost.
Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
that I have seen, some shall see—
Moth.
What shall some see?
Cost.
Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they
look upon. 7 note
It is not for prisoners to be silent in
their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I
thank God, I have as little patience as another man;
and, therefore I can be quiet.
[Exeunt Moth and Costard.
Arm.
I do affect8 note
the very ground, which is base,
where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot,
which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn,
(which is a great argument of falshood) if I love:
And how can that be true love, which is falsly attempted?
Love is a familiar; love is a devil:
there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was
so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet
was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good
wit. Cupid's but-shaft is too hard for Hercules'
club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's
rapier. The first and second cause will not serve
my turn9 note; the passado he respects not, the duello
he regards not: his disgrace is to be call'd boy;
but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour!
rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is
in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal
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god of rhime, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer* note.
Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes
in folio.
Exit.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].