SCENE IV.
Enter Costard, Dull, Jaquenetta and Maid.
Dull.
Sir, the Duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe,
and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance; but he
must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her
at the park, she is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.
[Exit.
Arm.
I do betray my self with blushing: maid.
Jaq.
Man.
Arm.
I will visit thee at the lodge.
Jaq.
That's here by.
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 farewel.
Maid.
Fair weather after you. Come Jaquenetta, away.
[Exeunt.
Arm.
Villain thou shalt fast for thy offence 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 punish'd.
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.
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Cost.
Let me not be pent up, Sir, I will be fast being loose.
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.
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.
[Ex. Moth with Costard.
Arm.
I do affect 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 turn; 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 God of rhime, for I am
sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise wit, write pen, for I am for
whole volumes in folio.
[Ex.
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
