Shakespeare's First Folio
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Chapter 115 : Long. G.o.ds blessing a your beard Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of
Long. G.o.ds blessing a your beard
Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge
Long. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a most sweet Lady.
Exit. Long.
Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be.
Enter Beroune.
Ber. What's her name in the cap
Boy. Katherine by good hap
Ber. Is she wedded, or no
Boy. To her will sir, or so, Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew
Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you.
Enter.
La.Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord.
Not a word with him, but a iest
Boy. And euery iest but a word
Pri. It was well done of you to take him at his word
Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord
La.Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie: And wherefore not s.h.i.+ps?
Boy. No Sheepe (sweet Lamb) vnlesse we feed on your lips
La. You Sheepe & I pasture: shall that finish the iest?
Boy. So you grant pasture for me
La. Not so gentle beast.
My lips are no Common, though seuerall they be
Bo. Belonging to whom?
La. To my fortunes and me
Prin. Good wits wil be iangling, but gentles agree.
This ciuill warre of wits were much better vsed On Nauar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd
Bo. If my obseruation (which very seldome lies By the hearts still rhetoricke, disclosed with eyes) Deceiue me not now, Nauar is infected
Prin. With what?
Bo. With that which we Louers int.i.tle affected
Prin. Your reason
Bo. Why all his behauiours doe make their retire, To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.
His hart like an Agot with your print impressed, Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expressed.
His tongue all impatient to speake and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eie-sight to be, All sences to that sence did make their repaire, To feele onely looking on fairest of faire: Me thought all his sences were lockt in his eye, As Iewels in Christall for some Prince to Buy.
Who tendring their own worth from whence they were glast, Did point out to buy them along as you past.
His faces owne margent did coate such amazes, That all eyes saw his eies inchanted with gazes.
Ile giue you Aquitaine, and all that is his, And you giue him for my sake, but one louing Kisse
Prin. Come to our Pauillion, Boyet is disposde
Bro. But to speak that in words, which his eie hath disclos'd.
I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie, By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie
Lad.Ro. Thou art an old Loue-monger, and speakest skilfully
Lad.Ma. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news of him
Lad.2. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim
Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches?
La.1. No
Boy. What then, do you see?
Lad.2. I, our way to be gone
Boy. You are too hard for me.
Exeunt. omnes.
Actus Tertius.
Enter Braggart and Boy.
Song.
Bra. Warble childe, make pa.s.sionate my sense of hearing
Boy. Concolinel
Brag. Sweete Ayer, go tendernesse of yeares: take this Key, giue enlargement to the swaine, bring him festinatly hither: I must imploy him in a letter to my Loue
Boy. Will you win your loue with a French braule?
Bra. How meanest thou, brauling in French?
Boy. No my compleat master, but to Iigge off a tune at the tongues end, canarie to it with the feete, humour it with turning vp your eie: sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throate: if you swallowed loue with singing, loue sometime through: nose as if you snuft vp loue by smelling loue with your hat penthouselike ore the shop of your eies, with your armes crost on your thinbellie doublet, like a Rabbet on a spit, or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting, and keepe not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: these are complements, these are humours, these betraie nice wenches that would be betraied without these, and make them men of note: do you note men that most are affected to these?
Brag. How hast thou purchased this experience?
Boy. By my penne of obseruation
