Act 1, Scene 2
The park.
- [Enter ARMADO and MOTH.]
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 287 Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows
- 288 melancholy?
- Moth
- 289 A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 290 Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
- Moth
- 291 No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 292 How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender
- 293 juvenal?
- Moth
- 294 By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 295 Why tough senior? Why tough senior?
- Moth
- 296 Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 297 I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
- 298 appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
- Moth
- 299 And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old
- 300 time, which we may name tough.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 301 Pretty and apt.
- Moth
- 302 How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and
- 303 my saying pretty?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 304 Thou pretty, because little.
- Moth
- 305 Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 306 And therefore apt, because quick.
- Moth
- 307 Speak you this in my praise, master?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 308 In thy condign praise.
- Moth
- 309 I will praise an eel with the same praise.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 310 What! That an eel is ingenious?
- Moth
- 311 That an eel is quick.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 312 I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heat'st my blood.
- Moth
- 313 I am answered, sir.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 314 I love not to be crossed.
- [Aside]
- Moth
- 315 He speaks the mere contrary: crosses love not him.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 316 I have promised to study three years with the duke.
- Moth
- 317 You may do it in an hour, sir.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 318 Impossible.
- Moth
- 319 How many is one thrice told?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 320 I am ill at reck'ning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
- Moth
- 321 You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 322 I confess both: they are both the varnish of a complete man.
- Moth
- 323 Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace
- 324 amounts to.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 325 It doth amount to one more than two.
- Moth
- 326 Which the base vulgar do call three.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 327 True.
- Moth
- 328 Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here's three
- 329 studied ere ye'll thrice wink; and how easy it is to put 'years'
- 330 to the word 'three,' and study three years in two words, the
- 331 dancing horse will tell you.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 332 A most fine figure!
- [Aside]
- Moth
- 333 To prove you a cipher.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 334 I will hereupon confess I am in love; and as it is base for
- 335 a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing
- 336 my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from
- 337 the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
- 338 ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised curtsy. I
- 339 think scorn to sigh: methinks I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort
- 340 me, boy: what great men have been in love?
- Moth
- 341 Hercules, master.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 342 Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more;
- 343 and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
- Moth
- 344 Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
- 345 carriage, for he carried the town gates on his back like a
- 346 porter; and he was in love.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 347 O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee
- 348 in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in
- 349 love too. Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?
- Moth
- 350 A woman, master.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 351 Of what complexion?
- Moth
- 352 Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the
- 353 four.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 354 Tell me precisely of what complexion.
- Moth
- 355 Of the sea-water green, sir.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 356 Is that one of the four complexions?
- Moth
- 357 As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 358 Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love
- 359 of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason for it. He
- 360 surely affected her for her wit.
- Moth
- 361 It was so, sir, for she had a green wit.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 362 My love is most immaculate white and red.
- Moth
- 363 Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such
- 364 colours.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 365 Define, define, well-educated infant.
- Moth
- 366 My father's wit my mother's tongue assist me!
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 367 Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical!
- Moth
- 368 If she be made of white and red,
- 369 Her faults will ne'er be known;
- 370 For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
- 371 And fears by pale white shown.
- 372 Then if she fear, or be to blame,
- 373 By this you shall not know,
- 374 For still her cheeks possess the same
- 375 Which native she doth owe.
- 376 A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 377 Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
- Moth
- 378 The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages
- 379 since; but I think now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it
- 380 would neither serve for the writing nor the tune.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 381 I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
- 382 example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love
- 383 that country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind
- 384 Costard: she deserves well.
- [Aside]
- Moth
- 385 To be whipped; and yet a better love than my master.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 386 Sing, boy: my spirit grows heavy in love.
- Moth
- 387 And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 388 I say, sing.
- Moth
- 389 Forbear till this company be past.
- [Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA.]
- Anthony Dull
- 390 Sir, the Duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard safe: and
- 391 you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance; but a'
- 392 must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at
- 393 the park; she is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 394 I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!
- Jaquenetta
- 395 Man?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 396 I will visit thee at the lodge.
- Jaquenetta
- 397 That's hereby.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 398 I know where it is situate.
- Jaquenetta
- 399 Lord, how wise you are!
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 400 I will tell thee wonders.
- Jaquenetta
- 401 With that face?
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 402 I love thee.
- Jaquenetta
- 403 So I heard you say.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 404 And so, farewell.
- Jaquenetta
- 405 Fair weather after you!
- Anthony Dull
- 406 Come, Jaquenetta, away!
- [Exit with JAQUENETTA.]
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 407 Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be
- 408 pardoned.
- Costard
- 409 Well, sir, I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full
- 410 stomach.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 411 Thou shalt be heavily punished.
- Costard
- 412 I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but
- 413 lightly rewarded.
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 414 Take away this villain: shut him up.
- Moth
- 415 Come, you transgressing slave: away!
- Costard
- 416 Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.
- Moth
- 417 No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
- Costard
- 418 Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I
- 419 have seen, some shall see—
- Moth
- 420 What shall some see?
- Costard
- 421 Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is
- 422 not for prisoners to be too silent in their words, and therefore
- 423 I will say nothing. I thank God I have as little patience as
- 424 another man, and therefore I can be quiet.
- [Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD.]
- Don Adriano de Armado
- 425 I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe,
- 426 which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread.
- 427 I shall be forsworn,—which is a great argument of falsehood,—if
- 428 I love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted?
- 429 Love is a familiar; Love is a devil; there is no evil angel but
- 430 Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent
- 431 strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
- 432 Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore
- 433 too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause
- 434 will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello
- 435 he regards not; his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory
- 436 is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum!
- 437 for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some
- 438 extemporal god of rime, for I am sure I shall turn sonneter.
- 439 Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
- [Exit.]