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Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
grows melancholy?
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| MOTH |
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A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
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| MOTH |
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5 No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my
tender juvenal?
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| MOTH |
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By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Why tough senior? why tough senior?
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| MOTH |
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10 Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
appertaining to thy young days, which we may
nominate tender.
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| MOTH |
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And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
15 old time, which we may name tough.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Pretty and apt.
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| MOTH |
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How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
I apt, and my saying pretty?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Thou pretty, because little.
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| MOTH |
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20 Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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And therefore apt, because quick.
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| MOTH |
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Speak you this in my praise, master?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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In thy condign praise.
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| MOTH |
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I will praise an eel with the same praise.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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25 What, that an eel is ingenious?
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| MOTH |
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That an eel is quick.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.
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| MOTH |
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I am answered, sir.
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I love not to be crossed.
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| MOTH |
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30 (Aside)
He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I have promised to study three years with the duke.
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| MOTH |
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You may do it in an hour, sir.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Impossible.
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| MOTH |
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How many is one thrice told?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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35 I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
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| MOTH |
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You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I confess both: they are both the varnish of a
complete man.
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| MOTH |
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Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
40 deuce-ace amounts to.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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It doth amount to one more than two.
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| MOTH |
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Which the base vulgar do call three.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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True.
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| MOTH |
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Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
45 is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how
easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and
study three years in two words, the dancing horse
will tell you.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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A most fine figure!
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| MOTH |
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50 To prove you a cipher.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is
base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a
base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
55 thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised
courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should
outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men
have been in love?
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| MOTH |
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60 Hercules, master.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name
more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good
repute and carriage.
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| MOTH |
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Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
65 carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
like a porter: and he was in love.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do
excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in
carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's
70 love, my dear Moth?
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| MOTH |
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A woman, master.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Of what complexion?
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| MOTH |
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Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Tell me precisely of what complexion.
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| MOTH |
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75 Of the sea-water green, sir.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Is that one of the four complexions?
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| MOTH |
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As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a
love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason
80 for it. He surely affected her for her wit.
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| MOTH |
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It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
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My love is most immaculate white and red.
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| MOTH |
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Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under
such colours.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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85 Define, define, well-educated infant.
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| MOTH |
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My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
pathetical!
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| MOTH |
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If she be made of white and red,
90 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,
95 For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
white and red.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
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| MOTH |
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100 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.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
105 example my digression by some mighty precedent.
Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the
park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well.
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| MOTH |
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To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.
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110 Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
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| MOTH |
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And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I say, sing.
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| MOTH |
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Forbear till this company be past.
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Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA
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| DULL |
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Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard
115 safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight
nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week.
For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she
is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!
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| JAQUENETTA |
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120 Man?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I will visit thee at the lodge.
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| JAQUENETTA |
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That's hereby.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I know where it is situate.
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| JAQUENETTA |
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Lord, how wise you are!
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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125 I will tell thee wonders.
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| JAQUENETTA |
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With that face?
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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I love thee.
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| JAQUENETTA |
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So I heard you say.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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And so, farewell.
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| JAQUENETTA |
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130 Fair weather after you!
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| DULL |
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Come, Jaquenetta, away!
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Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou
be pardoned.
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| COSTARD |
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Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a
135 full stomach.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Thou shalt be heavily punished.
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| COSTARD |
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I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they
are but lightly rewarded.
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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Take away this villain; shut him up.
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| MOTH |
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140 Come, you transgressing slave; away!
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| COSTARD |
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Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.
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No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
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| COSTARD |
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Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
that I have seen, some shall see.
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| MOTH |
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145 What shall some see?
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| COSTARD |
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Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon.
It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their
words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank
God I have as little patience as another man; and
150 therefore I can be quiet.
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Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD
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| DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO |
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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 falsehood, if I love. And
155 how can that be true love which is falsely
attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil:
there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so
tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was
Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
160 Cupid's butt-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 called boy; but his
165 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 rhyme,
for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit;
write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
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Exit
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