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Reference: L2v - Comedies, p. 124

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Loues Labour's lost. Ferdinand.
[220]

G Reat Deputie, the Welkins Vicegerent, and sole domi­ nator of Nauar, my soules earths God, and bodies fo­ string patrone:

Cost.

Not a vvord of Costard yet.

Ferd.

So it is.

Cost.
[225]

It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is in telling

true: but so.

Ferd.

Peace,

Clow. Be to me, and euery man that dares not fight. Ferd.

No words,

Clow.
[230]
Of other mens secrets I beseech 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 tleman, 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 place 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 curious 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 vassall

Clow.

Still mee?

which as I remember, hight Co­

stard,

Clow.

O me

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sorted and consorted contrary to thy e­ stablished proclaymed Edict and Continet, Cannon: Which with, ô with, but with this I passion to say wherewith:

Clo.

With a Wench.

Ferd.

With a childe of our Grandmother Eue, a female;

[260]

or for thy more sweet understanding a woman: him, I ( as my euer 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 please you? I am Anthony Dull Ferd.
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For Iaquenetta ( so is the weaker vessell called )

which 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 .

[270]

Don Adriana de Armado.

Ber.

This is not so well as I looked for, but the best

that euer I heard.

Fer.

I the best, for the worst. But sirra, What say you

to this?

Clo.
[275]

Sir I confesse the Wench.

Fer.

Did you heare the Proclamation?

Clo.

I doe confesse much of the hearing it, but little

of the marking of it.

Fer.

It was proclaimed a yeeres imprisonment to bee

[280]

taken with a Wench.

Clow.

I was taken with none sir, I was taken vvith a

Damosell.

Fer.

Well, it was proclaimed Damosell.

Clo.

This was no Damosell neyther sir, shee was a

[285]

Virgin.

Fer.

It is so varried to, for it was proclaimed Virgin.

Clo.

If it were, I denie her Virginitie: I was taken

with a Maide.

Fer.

This Maid will not serue your turne sir.

Clo.
[290]

This Maide will serue my turne sir.

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Kin.

Sir I will pronounce your sentence: You shall

fast a Weeke with Branne and water.

Clo.

I had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton and

Porridge.

Kin.
[295]
And Don Armado shall be your keeper. My 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,
[300]
These oathes and lawes will proue an idle scorne. Sirra, come on.
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 prosperitie, afflicti­

[305]

on may one day smile againe, and vntill then sit downe

sorrow.

Exit.
[Act 1, Scene 2] 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.

Brag.
[310]

Why? sadnesse is one and the selfe‑same thing

deare impe.

Boy.

No no, O Lord sir no.

Brag.

How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy

my tender Iuuenall?

Boy.
[315]

By a familiar demonstration of the working, my

tough signeur.

Brag.

Why tough signeur? Why tough signeur?

Boy.

Why tender Iuuenall? Why tender Iuuenall?

Brag.

I spoke it tender Iuuenall, as a congruent ap­

[320]

athaton, appertaining to thy young daies, which we may

nominate tender.

Boy.

And I tough signeur, as an appertinent title to

your olde time, which we may name tough.

Brag.

Pretty and apt.

Boy.
[325]

How meane you sir, I pretty, and my saying apt?

or I apt, and my saying prettie?

Brag.

Thou pretty because little.

Boy.

Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt?

Brag.

And therefore apt, because quicke.

Boy.
[330]

Speake you this in my praise Master?

Brag.

In thy condigne praise.

Boy.

I will praise an Eele with the same praise.

Brag.

What? that an Eele is ingenuous.

Boy.

That an Eele is quicke.

Brag.
[335]

I doe say thou art quicke in answeres. Thou

heat'st my bloud.

Boy.

I am answer'd sir.

Brag.

I loue not to be crost.

Boy.

He speakes the meere contrary, crosses loue not

[340]

(him.

Br.

I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke.

Boy.

You may doe it' in an houre sir.

Brag.

Impossible.

Boy.

How many is one thrice told?

Bra.
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I am ill at reckning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster.

Boy.

You are a gentleman and a gamester sir.

Brag.

I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a

compleat man.

Boy.

Then I am sure you know how much the grosse

[350]

summe of deus‐ace amounts to.

Brag.

It doth amount to one more then two.

Boy.

Which the base 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

[355]

easie it is to put yeres to the word three, and study three

yeeres in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Brag. A

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[Act 1, Scene 2] 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.

Brag.
[310]

Why? sadnesse is one and the selfe‑same thing

deare impe.

Boy.

No no, O Lord sir no.

Brag.

How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy

my tender Iuuenall?

Boy.
[315]

By a familiar demonstration of the working, my

tough signeur.

Brag.

Why tough signeur? Why tough signeur?

Boy.

Why tender Iuuenall? Why tender Iuuenall?

Brag.

I spoke it tender Iuuenall, as a congruent ap­

[320]

athaton, appertaining to thy young daies, which we may

nominate tender.

Boy.

And I tough signeur, as an appertinent title to

your olde time, which we may name tough.

Brag.

Pretty and apt.

Boy.
[325]

How meane you sir, I pretty, and my saying apt?

or I apt, and my saying prettie?

Brag.

Thou pretty because little.

Boy.

Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt?

Brag.

And therefore apt, because quicke.

Boy.
[330]

Speake you this in my praise Master?

Brag.

In thy condigne praise.

Boy.

I will praise an Eele with the same praise.

Brag.

What? that an Eele is ingenuous.

Boy.

That an Eele is quicke.

Brag.
[335]

I doe say thou art quicke in answeres. Thou

heat'st my bloud.

Boy.

I am answer'd sir.

Brag.

I loue not to be crost.

Boy.

He speakes the meere contrary, crosses loue not

[340]

(him.

Br.

I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke.

Boy.

You may doe it' in an houre sir.

Brag.

Impossible.

Boy.

How many is one thrice told?

Bra.
[345]

I am ill at reckning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster.

Boy.

You are a gentleman and a gamester sir.

Brag.

I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a

compleat man.

Boy.

Then I am sure you know how much the grosse

[350]

summe of deus‐ace amounts to.

Brag.

It doth amount to one more then two.

Boy.

Which the base 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

[355]

easie it is to put yeres to the word three, and study three

yeeres in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

Brag.

A most fine Figure.

Boy.

To proue you a Cypher.

Brag.

I will heereupon confesse I am in loue: and as

[360]

it is base for a Souldier to loue; so am I in loue with a

base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour

of affection, would deliuer mee from the reprobate

thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and ransome

him to any French Courtier for a new deuis'd curtsie. I

[365]

thinke scorne to sigh, me thinkes I should out‑sweare

Cupid. Comfort me Boy, What great men haue beene

in loue?

Boy.

Hercules Master.

Brag.

Most sweete Hercules: more authority deare

[370]

Boy, name more; and sweet my childe let them be men

of good repute and carriage.

Boy.

Sampson Master, he was a man of good carriage,

great carriage: for hee carried the Towne‑gates on his

backe like a Porter: and he was in loue.

Brag.
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O well‑knit Sampson, strong ioynted Sampson;

I doe excell thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst mee

in carrying gates. I am in loue too. Who was Sampsons

loue my deare Moth?

Boy.

A Woman, Master.

Brag.
[380]

Of what complexion?

Boy.

Of all the foure, or the three, or the two, or one

of the foure.

Brag.

Tell me precisely of what complexion?

Boy.

Of the sea‑water Greene sir.

Brag.
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Is that one of the foure complexions?

Boy.

As I haue read sir, and the best of them too.

Brag.

Greene indeed is the colour of Louers: but to

haue a Loue of that colour, methinkes Sampson had small

reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.

Boy.
[390]

It was so sir, for she had a greene wit.

Brag.

My Loue is most immaculate white and red.

Boy.

Most immaculate thoughts Master, are mask'd

vnder such colours.

Brag.

Define, define, well educated infant.

Boy.
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My fathers witte, and my mothers tongue assist

mee.

Brag.

Sweet inuocation of a childe, most pretty and

patheticall.

Boy. If shee be made of white and red,
[400]
Her faults will nere be knowne: For blush‑in cheekes by faults are bred, And feares by pale white showne: Then if she feare, or be to blame, By this you shall not know,
[405]
For still her cheekes possesse the same, Which natiue she doth owe: A dangerous rime master against the reason of white and redde.
Brag.

Is there not a ballet Boy, of the King and the

Begger?

Boy.
[410]

The world was very guilty of such a Ballet some

three ages since, but I thinke now 'tis not to be found: or

if it were, it would neither serue for the writing, nor the

tune.

Brag.

I will haue that subiect newly writ ore, that I

[415]

may example my digression by some mighty president.

Boy, I doe loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in

the Parke with the rationall hinde Costard: she deserues

well.

Boy.

To bee whip'd: and yet a better loue then my

[420]

Master.

Brag.

Sing Boy, my spirit grows heauy in ioue loue .

Boy.

And that's great maruell, louing a light wench.

Brag.

I say sing.

Boy.

Forbeare till this company be past.

Enter Clowne, Constable, and Wench. Const.
[425]

Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe Co­ stard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no

penance, but hee must fast three daies a weeke: for this

Damsell, I must keepe her at the Parke, shee is alowd for

the Day‐woman. Fare you well

Exit. Brag.
[430]

I do betray my selfe with blushing: Maide.

Maid.

Man.

Brag.

I wil visit thee at the Lodge.

Maid.

That's here by.

Brag.

I know where it is situate.

Mai.
[435]

Lord how wise you are!

Brag.

I will tell thee wonders.

Ma.

With what face?

Brag.

I loue thee.

Mai.

So I heard you say.

Brag.
[440]

And so farewell.

Mai.

Faire weather after you.

Clo.

Come Iaquenetta, away.

Exeunt. Brag.

Villaine, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere

thou be pardoned.

Clo.
[445]

Well sir, I hope when I doe it, I shall doe it on a

full stomacke.

Brag.

Thou shalt be heauily punished.

Clo.

I am more bound to you then your fellowes, for

they are but lightly rewarded.

This speech is conventionally given to Don Adriano de Armado. Clo.
[450]

Take away this villaine, shut him vp.

Boy.

Come you transgressing slaue, away.

Clow.

Let mee not bee pent vp sir, I will fast being

loose.

Boy.

No sir, that were fast and loose: thou shalt to

[455]

prison.

Clow.

Well, if euer I do see the merry dayes of deso­

lation that I haue seene, some shall see.

Boy.

What shall some see?

Clow.

Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they

[460]

looke vpon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in their

words, and therefore I will say nothing: I thanke God, I

haue as little patience as another man, and therefore I

can be quiet.

Exit. Brag.

I doe affect the very ground (which is base)

[465]

where her shooe (which is baser) guided by her foote

(which is basest) doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which

is a great argument of falshood) if I loue. And how can

that be true loue, which is falsly attempted? Loue is a fa­

miliar, Loue is a Diuell. There is no euill Angell but

[470]

Loue, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excel­

lent strength: Yet was Salomon so seduced, and hee had

a very good witte. Cupids But shaft is too hard for Her­ cules Clubbe, and therefore too much ods for a Spa­

niards Rapier: The first and second cause will not serue

[475]

my turne: the Passado hee respects not, the Duello he

regards not; his disgrace is to be called Boy, but his

glorie is to subdue men. Adue Valour, rust Rapier, bee

still Drum, for your manager is in loue; yea hee loueth.

Assist me some extemporall god of Rime, for I am sure I

[480]

shall turne Sonnet. Deuise Wit, write Pen, for I am for

whole volumes in folio.

Exit. Finis Actus Primus.
 

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      <lb n="371"/>of good repute and carriage.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="372">Sampson Master, he was a man of good carriage,
      <lb n="373"/>great carriage: for hee carried the Towne‑gates on his
      <lb n="374"/>backe like a Porter: and he was in loue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="375">O well‑knit<hi rend="italic">Sampson</hi>, strong ioynted<hi rend="italic">Sampson</hi>;
      <lb n="376"/>I doe excell thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst mee
      <lb n="377"/>in carrying gates. I am in loue too. Who was<hi rend="italic">Sampsons</hi>
         
      <lb n="378"/>loue my deare<hi rend="italic">Moth?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="379">A Woman, Master.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="380">Of what complexion?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="381">Of all the foure, or the three, or the two, or one
      <lb n="382"/>of the foure.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="383">Tell me precisely of what complexion?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="384">Of the sea‑water Greene sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="385">Is that one of the foure complexions?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="386">As I haue read sir, and the best of them too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="387">Greene indeed is the colour of Louers: but to
      <lb n="388"/>haue a Loue of that colour, methinkes<hi rend="italic">Sampson</hi>had small
      <lb n="389"/>reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="390">It was so sir, for she had a greene wit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="391">My Loue is most immaculate white and red.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="392">Most immaculate thoughts Master, are mask'd
      <lb n="393"/>vnder such colours.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="394">Define, define, well educated infant.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="395">My fathers witte, and my mothers tongue assist
      <lb n="396"/>mee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="397">Sweet inuocation of a childe, most pretty and
      <lb n="398"/>patheticall.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <l n="399">If shee be made of white and red,</l>
      <l n="400">Her faults will nere be knowne:</l>
      <l n="401">For blush‑in cheekes by faults are bred,</l>
      <l n="402">And feares by pale white showne:</l>
      <l n="403">Then if she feare, or be to blame,</l>
      <l n="404">By this you shall not know,</l>
      <l n="405">For still her cheekes possesse the same,</l>
      <l n="406">Which natiue she doth owe:</l>
      <l n="407">A dangerous rime master against the reason of white
      <lb/>and redde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="408">Is there not a ballet Boy, of the King and the
      <lb n="409"/>Begger?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="410">The world was very guilty of such a Ballet some
      <lb n="411"/>three ages since, but I thinke now 'tis not to be found: or
      <lb n="412"/>if it were, it would neither serue for the writing, nor the
      <lb n="413"/>tune.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="414">I will haue that subiect newly writ ore, that I
      <lb n="415"/>may example my digression by some mighty president.
      <lb n="416"/>Boy, I doe loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in
      <lb n="417"/>the Parke with the rationall hinde<hi rend="italic">Costard:</hi>she deserues
      <lb n="418"/>well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="419">To bee whip'd: and yet a better loue then my
      <lb n="420"/>Master.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="421">Sing Boy, my spirit grows heauy in<choice>
            <orig>ioue</orig>
            <corr>loue</corr>
         </choice>.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="422">And that's great maruell, louing a light wench.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="423">I say sing.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="424">Forbeare till this company be past.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Clowne, Constable, and Wench.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-dul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Const.</speaker>
      <p n="425">Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe<hi rend="italic">Co­
      <lb n="426"/>stard</hi>safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no
      <lb n="427"/>penance, but hee must fast three daies a weeke: for this
      <lb n="428"/>Damsell, I must keepe her at the Parke, shee is alowd for
      <lb n="429"/>the Day‐woman. Fare you well</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="430">I do betray my selfe with blushing: Maide.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Maid.</speaker>
      <p n="431">Man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="432">I wil visit thee at the Lodge.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Maid.</speaker>
      <p n="433">That's here by.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="434">I know where it is situate.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mai.</speaker>
      <p n="435">Lord how wise you are!</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="436">I will tell thee wonders.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ma.</speaker>
      <p n="437">With what face?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="438">I loue thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mai.</speaker>
      <p n="439">So I heard you say.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="440">And so farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mai.</speaker>
      <p n="441">Faire weather after you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="442">Come<hi rend="italic">Iaquenetta</hi>, away.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="443">Villaine, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere
      <lb n="444"/>thou be pardoned.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="445">Well sir, I hope when I doe it, I shall doe it on a
      <lb n="446"/>full stomacke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="447">Thou shalt be heauily punished.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="448">I am more bound to you then your fellowes, for
      <lb n="449"/>they are but lightly rewarded.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <note type="editorial" resp="#PW">This speech is conventionally given to Don Adriano de Armado.</note>
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="450">Take away this villaine, shut him vp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="451">Come you transgressing slaue, away.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
      <p n="452">Let mee not bee pent vp sir, I will fast being
      <lb n="453"/>loose.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="454">No sir, that were fast and loose: thou shalt to
      <lb n="455"/>prison.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
      <p n="456">Well, if euer I do see the merry dayes of deso­
      <lb n="457"/>lation that I haue seene, some shall see.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-mot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <p n="458">What shall some see?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
      <p n="459">Nay nothing, Master<hi rend="italic">Moth</hi>, but what they
      <lb n="460"/>looke vpon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in their
      <lb n="461"/>words, and therefore I will say nothing: I thanke God, I
      <lb n="462"/>haue as little patience as another man, and therefore I
      <lb n="463"/>can be quiet.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brag.</speaker>
      <p n="464">I doe affect the very ground (which is base)
      <lb n="465"/>where her shooe (which is baser) guided by her foote
      <lb n="466"/>(which is basest) doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which
      <lb n="467"/>is a great argument of falshood) if I loue. And how can
      <lb n="468"/>that be true loue, which is falsly attempted? Loue is a fa­
      <lb n="469"/>miliar, Loue is a Diuell. There is no euill Angell but
      <lb n="470"/>Loue, yet<hi rend="italic">Sampson</hi>was so tempted, and he had an excel­
      <lb n="471"/>lent strength: Yet was<hi rend="italic">Salomon</hi>so seduced, and hee had
      <lb n="472"/>a very good witte.<hi rend="italic">Cupids</hi>But shaft is too hard for<hi rend="italic">Her­
      <lb n="473"/>cules</hi>Clubbe, and therefore too much ods for a Spa­
      <lb n="474"/>niards Rapier: The first and second cause will not serue
      <lb n="475"/>my turne: the<hi rend="italic">Passado</hi>hee respects not, the<hi rend="italic">Duello</hi>he
      <lb n="476"/>regards not; his disgrace is to be called Boy, but his
      <lb n="477"/>glorie is to subdue men. Adue Valour, rust Rapier, bee
      <lb n="478"/>still Drum, for your manager is in loue; yea hee loueth.
      <lb n="479"/>Assist me some extemporall god of Rime, for I am sure I
      <lb n="480"/>shall turne Sonnet. Deuise Wit, write Pen, for I am for
      <lb n="481"/>whole volumes in folio.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <trailer>Finis Actus Primus.</trailer>
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