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Enter the PRINCESS, a FORESTER, her Ladies, BOYET and her other Lords.
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Enter the PRINCESS, a FORESTER, her Ladies, BOYET and her other Lords.
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PRINCESS
Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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PRINCESS
Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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FORESTER
I know not, but I think it was not he.
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FORESTER
I know not, but I think it was not he.
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PRINCESS
Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind.—
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Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch.
Or Saturday we will return to France.—
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
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PRINCESS
Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind.—
Or Saturday we will return to France.—
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
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FORESTER
Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice,
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A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
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FORESTER
Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice,
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PRINCESS
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speakst “the fairest shoot.”
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PRINCESS
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speakst “the fairest shoot.”
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FORESTER
Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
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FORESTER
Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
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PRINCESS
What, what? First praise me, and again say no?
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O short-lived pride. Not fair? Alack, for woe!
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PRINCESS
What, what? First praise me, and again say no?
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FORESTER
Yes, madam, fair.
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FORESTER
Yes, madam, fair.
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PRINCESS
Nay, never paint me now.
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true.
She gives him money.
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Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
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PRINCESS
No, don’t try to flatter me now. If you don’t see beauty, then your praise can’t change that. Here, my good mirror, take this for telling the truth.
She gives him money.
You deserve this even though your words are hurtful.
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FORESTER
Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
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FORESTER
Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
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PRINCESS
See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
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But come, the bow.
He hands her a bow. Now
mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do ’t;
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If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes:
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
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We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
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PRINCESS
See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do ’t;
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes:
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
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BOYET
Do not curst wives hold that self sovereignty
Only for praise’ sake when they strive to be
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Lords o’er their lords?
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BOYET
Do not curst wives hold that self sovereignty
Only for praise’ sake when they strive to be
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PRINCESS
Only for praise; and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.
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PRINCESS
Only for praise; and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.
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Enter Clown COSTARD.
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Enter Clown COSTARD.
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BOYET
Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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BOYET
Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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COSTARD
God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the
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head lady?
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COSTARD
God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the
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PRINCESS
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that
have no heads.
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PRINCESS
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that
have no heads.
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COSTARD
Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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COSTARD
Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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PRINCESS
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The thickest and the tallest.
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PRINCESS
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COSTARD
The thickest and the tallest: it is so, truth is
truth.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be
fit.
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Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest
here.
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COSTARD
The thickest and the tallest: it is so, truth is
truth.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be
fit.
here.
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PRINCESS
What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?
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PRINCESS
What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?
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COSTARD
I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to
one Lady Rosaline.
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COSTARD
I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to
one Lady Rosaline.
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PRINCESS
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O, thy letter, thy letter! He’s a good friend of mine.
Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve.
Break up this capon.
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PRINCESS
Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve.
Break up this capon.
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BOYET,
taking the letter
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook; it importeth none here.
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It is writ to Jaquenetta.
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BOYET,
taking the letter
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook; it importeth none here.
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PRINCESS
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.
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PRINCESS
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.
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BOYET reads.
By heaven, that thou art fair is most
infallible, true that thou art beauteous, truth itself
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that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful
than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration
on thy heroical vassal. The magnanimous and
most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious
and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it
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was that might rightly say “Veni, vidi, vici,”
which to
annothanize in the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar!)
videlicet, “He came, see, and overcame”: He
came, one; see, two; overcame, three. Who came? The
King. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To
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overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What
saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar.
The conclusion is victory. On whose side? The
King’s. The captive is enriched. On whose side? The
beggar’s. The catastrophe is a nuptial. On whose side?
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The King’s—no, on both in one, or one in both. I am
the King, for so stands the comparison; thou the
beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command
thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could.
Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou
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exchange for rags? Robes. For tittles? Titles. For thyself?
Me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy
foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every
part.
Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
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Don Adriano de Armado.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
’Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.
Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play.
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But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
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BOYET reading
By heaven, your beauty is unsurpassed. It’s true you are beautiful and even more true that you are lovely. You, who are prettier than pretty, more beautiful than beauty, truer than truth itself, have pity on your heroic slave. Once, the kind and distinguished King Cophetua set eyes upon the evil and indisputable beggar
ZenelophonThis refers to the ancient story “The King and the Beggar” that is also referenced in Act I. viciJulius Caesar said these famous words, which mean “I came, I saw, I conquered” in Latin.
Yours, in loving and laborious gallantry,
Don Adriano de Armado.
You must hear the Nemean
lionIn Greek mythology, the Nemean lion was a monster that couldn’t be killed with mortals’ weapons, but was eventually killed by Hercules. |
PRINCESS
What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear
better?
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PRINCESS
What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear
better?
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BOYET
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I am much deceived but I remember the style.
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BOYET
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PRINCESS
Else your memory is bad, going o’er it erewhile.
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PRINCESS
Else your memory is bad, going o’er it erewhile.
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BOYET
This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court,
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes
sport
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To the Prince and his bookmates.
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BOYET
This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court,
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes
sport
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PRINCESS,
to Costard
Thou, fellow, a word.
Who gave thee this letter?
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PRINCESS,
to Costard
Thou, fellow, a word.
Who gave thee this letter?
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COSTARD
I told you: my lord.
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COSTARD
I told you: my lord.
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PRINCESS
To whom shouldst thou give it?
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PRINCESS
To whom shouldst thou give it?
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COSTARD
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From my lord to my
lady.
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COSTARD
lady.
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PRINCESS
From which lord to which lady?
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PRINCESS
From which lord to which lady?
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COSTARD
From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.
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COSTARD
From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.
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PRINCESS
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Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
To ROSALINE. Here, sweet, put up this; ’twill be
thine another day.
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PRINCESS
To ROSALINE. Here, sweet, put up this; ’twill be
thine another day.
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The PRINCESS, KATHERINE, Lords, and
FORESTER exit. BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA,
and COSTARD remain.
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The PRINCESS, KATHERINE, Lords, and
FORESTER exit. BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA,
and COSTARD remain.
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BOYET
Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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BOYET
Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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ROSALINE
Shall I
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teach you to know?
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ROSALINE
Shall I
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BOYET
Ay, my continent of beauty.
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BOYET
Ay, my continent of beauty.
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ROSALINE
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off.
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ROSALINE
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off.
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BOYET
My lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry,
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Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on.
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BOYET
My lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry,
Finely put on.
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ROSALINE
Well, then, I am the shooter.
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ROSALINE
Well, then, I am the shooter.
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BOYET
And who is your deer?
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BOYET
And who is your deer?
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ROSALINE
If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
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Finely put on, indeed.
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ROSALINE
If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
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MARIA
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at
the brow.
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MARIA
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at
the brow.
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BOYET
But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?
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BOYET
But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?
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ROSALINE
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,
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that was a man when King Pippen of France was a
little boy, as touching the hit it?
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ROSALINE
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,
little boy, as touching the hit it?
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BOYET
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.
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BOYET
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.
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ROSALINE sings
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Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
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ROSALINE singing
You cannot hit it, hit it, hit
itThe song is filled with sexual innuendos.
You cannot hit it, my good man.
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BOYET sings
An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.
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BOYET sings
An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.
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ROSALINE exits.
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ROSALINE exits.
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COSTARD
By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!
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COSTARD
By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!
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MARIA
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A mark marvelous well shot, for they both did hit
it.
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MARIA
it.
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BOYET
A mark! O, mark but that mark. “A mark,” says my
lady.
Let the mark have a prick in ’t to mete at, if it may
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be.
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BOYET
A mark! O, mark but that mark. “A mark,” says my
lady.
Let the mark have a prick in ’t to mete at, if it may
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MARIA
Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.
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MARIA
Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.
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COSTARD
Indeed, he must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the
clout.
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COSTARD
Indeed, he must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the
clout.
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BOYET,
to MARIA
An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
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BOYET,
to MARIA
An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
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COSTARD
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Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.
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COSTARD
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MARIA
Come, come, you talk greasily. Your lips grow foul.
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MARIA
Come, come, you talk greasily. Your lips grow foul.
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COSTARD,
to BOYET
She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her
to bowl.
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COSTARD,
to BOYET
She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her
to bowl.
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BOYET
I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
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BOYET
I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
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BOYET and MARIA exit.
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BOYET and MARIA exit.
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COSTARD
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By my soul, a swain, a most simple clown.
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him
down.
O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar
wit,
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When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
were, so fit.
Armado o’ th’ one side, O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan.
To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly he
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will swear.
And his page o’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!
Ah heavens, it is a most pathetical nit.
Shout within.
Sola, sola!
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COSTARD
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him
down.
O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar
wit,
were, so fit.
Armado o’ th’ one side, O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan.
To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly he
And his page o’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!
Ah heavens, it is a most pathetical nit.
Shout within.
Sola, sola!
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He exits.
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He exits.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
Enter the PRINCESS, a FORESTER, her Ladies, BOYET and her other Lords.
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Enter the PRINCESS, a FORESTER, her Ladies, BOYET and her other Lords.
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PRINCESS
Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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PRINCESS
Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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FORESTER
I know not, but I think it was not he.
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FORESTER
I know not, but I think it was not he.
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PRINCESS
Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind.—
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Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch.
Or Saturday we will return to France.—
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
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PRINCESS
Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind.—
Or Saturday we will return to France.—
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
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FORESTER
Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice,
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A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
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FORESTER
Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice,
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PRINCESS
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speakst “the fairest shoot.”
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PRINCESS
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speakst “the fairest shoot.”
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FORESTER
Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
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FORESTER
Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
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PRINCESS
What, what? First praise me, and again say no?
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O short-lived pride. Not fair? Alack, for woe!
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PRINCESS
What, what? First praise me, and again say no?
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FORESTER
Yes, madam, fair.
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FORESTER
Yes, madam, fair.
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PRINCESS
Nay, never paint me now.
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true.
She gives him money.
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Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
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PRINCESS
No, don’t try to flatter me now. If you don’t see beauty, then your praise can’t change that. Here, my good mirror, take this for telling the truth.
She gives him money.
You deserve this even though your words are hurtful.
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FORESTER
Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
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FORESTER
Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.
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PRINCESS
See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
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But come, the bow.
He hands her a bow. Now
mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do ’t;
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If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes:
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
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We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
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PRINCESS
See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do ’t;
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes:
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
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BOYET
Do not curst wives hold that self sovereignty
Only for praise’ sake when they strive to be
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Lords o’er their lords?
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BOYET
Do not curst wives hold that self sovereignty
Only for praise’ sake when they strive to be
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PRINCESS
Only for praise; and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.
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PRINCESS
Only for praise; and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.
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Enter Clown COSTARD.
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Enter Clown COSTARD.
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BOYET
Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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BOYET
Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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COSTARD
God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the
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head lady?
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COSTARD
God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the
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PRINCESS
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that
have no heads.
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PRINCESS
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that
have no heads.
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COSTARD
Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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COSTARD
Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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PRINCESS
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The thickest and the tallest.
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PRINCESS
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COSTARD
The thickest and the tallest: it is so, truth is
truth.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be
fit.
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Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest
here.
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COSTARD
The thickest and the tallest: it is so, truth is
truth.
An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
One o’ these maids’ girdles for your waist should be
fit.
here.
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PRINCESS
What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?
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PRINCESS
What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?
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COSTARD
I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to
one Lady Rosaline.
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COSTARD
I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to
one Lady Rosaline.
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PRINCESS
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O, thy letter, thy letter! He’s a good friend of mine.
Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve.
Break up this capon.
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PRINCESS
Stand aside, good bearer.—Boyet, you can carve.
Break up this capon.
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BOYET,
taking the letter
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook; it importeth none here.
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It is writ to Jaquenetta.
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BOYET,
taking the letter
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook; it importeth none here.
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PRINCESS
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.
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PRINCESS
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and everyone give ear.
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BOYET reads.
By heaven, that thou art fair is most
infallible, true that thou art beauteous, truth itself
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that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful
than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration
on thy heroical vassal. The magnanimous and
most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious
and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it
75
was that might rightly say “Veni, vidi, vici,”
which to
annothanize in the vulgar (O base and obscure vulgar!)
videlicet, “He came, see, and overcame”: He
came, one; see, two; overcame, three. Who came? The
King. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To
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overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What
saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar.
The conclusion is victory. On whose side? The
King’s. The captive is enriched. On whose side? The
beggar’s. The catastrophe is a nuptial. On whose side?
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The King’s—no, on both in one, or one in both. I am
the King, for so stands the comparison; thou the
beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command
thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could.
Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou
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exchange for rags? Robes. For tittles? Titles. For thyself?
Me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy
foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every
part.
Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
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Don Adriano de Armado.
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
’Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.
Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play.
100
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
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BOYET reading
By heaven, your beauty is unsurpassed. It’s true you are beautiful and even more true that you are lovely. You, who are prettier than pretty, more beautiful than beauty, truer than truth itself, have pity on your heroic slave. Once, the kind and distinguished King Cophetua set eyes upon the evil and indisputable beggar
ZenelophonThis refers to the ancient story “The King and the Beggar” that is also referenced in Act I. viciJulius Caesar said these famous words, which mean “I came, I saw, I conquered” in Latin.
Yours, in loving and laborious gallantry,
Don Adriano de Armado.
You must hear the Nemean
lionIn Greek mythology, the Nemean lion was a monster that couldn’t be killed with mortals’ weapons, but was eventually killed by Hercules. |
PRINCESS
What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear
better?
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PRINCESS
What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear
better?
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BOYET
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I am much deceived but I remember the style.
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BOYET
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PRINCESS
Else your memory is bad, going o’er it erewhile.
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PRINCESS
Else your memory is bad, going o’er it erewhile.
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BOYET
This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court,
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes
sport
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To the Prince and his bookmates.
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BOYET
This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court,
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes
sport
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PRINCESS,
to Costard
Thou, fellow, a word.
Who gave thee this letter?
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PRINCESS,
to Costard
Thou, fellow, a word.
Who gave thee this letter?
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COSTARD
I told you: my lord.
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COSTARD
I told you: my lord.
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PRINCESS
To whom shouldst thou give it?
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PRINCESS
To whom shouldst thou give it?
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COSTARD
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From my lord to my
lady.
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COSTARD
lady.
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PRINCESS
From which lord to which lady?
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PRINCESS
From which lord to which lady?
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COSTARD
From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.
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COSTARD
From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he called Rosaline.
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PRINCESS
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Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
To ROSALINE. Here, sweet, put up this; ’twill be
thine another day.
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PRINCESS
To ROSALINE. Here, sweet, put up this; ’twill be
thine another day.
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The PRINCESS, KATHERINE, Lords, and
FORESTER exit. BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA,
and COSTARD remain.
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The PRINCESS, KATHERINE, Lords, and
FORESTER exit. BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA,
and COSTARD remain.
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BOYET
Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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BOYET
Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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ROSALINE
Shall I
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teach you to know?
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ROSALINE
Shall I
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BOYET
Ay, my continent of beauty.
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BOYET
Ay, my continent of beauty.
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ROSALINE
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off.
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ROSALINE
Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off.
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BOYET
My lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry,
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Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on.
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BOYET
My lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry,
Finely put on.
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ROSALINE
Well, then, I am the shooter.
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ROSALINE
Well, then, I am the shooter.
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BOYET
And who is your deer?
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BOYET
And who is your deer?
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ROSALINE
If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
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Finely put on, indeed.
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ROSALINE
If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
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MARIA
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at
the brow.
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MARIA
You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at
the brow.
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BOYET
But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?
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BOYET
But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now?
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ROSALINE
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,
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that was a man when King Pippen of France was a
little boy, as touching the hit it?
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ROSALINE
Shall I come upon thee with an old saying,
little boy, as touching the hit it?
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BOYET
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.
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BOYET
So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.
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ROSALINE sings
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Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
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ROSALINE singing
You cannot hit it, hit it, hit
itThe song is filled with sexual innuendos.
You cannot hit it, my good man.
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BOYET sings
An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.
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BOYET sings
An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.
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ROSALINE exits.
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ROSALINE exits.
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COSTARD
By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!
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COSTARD
By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!
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MARIA
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A mark marvelous well shot, for they both did hit
it.
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MARIA
it.
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BOYET
A mark! O, mark but that mark. “A mark,” says my
lady.
Let the mark have a prick in ’t to mete at, if it may
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be.
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BOYET
A mark! O, mark but that mark. “A mark,” says my
lady.
Let the mark have a prick in ’t to mete at, if it may
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MARIA
Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.
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MARIA
Wide o’ the bow hand! I’ faith, your hand is out.
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COSTARD
Indeed, he must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the
clout.
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COSTARD
Indeed, he must shoot nearer, or he’ll ne’er hit the
clout.
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BOYET,
to MARIA
An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
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BOYET,
to MARIA
An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.
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COSTARD
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Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.
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COSTARD
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MARIA
Come, come, you talk greasily. Your lips grow foul.
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MARIA
Come, come, you talk greasily. Your lips grow foul.
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COSTARD,
to BOYET
She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her
to bowl.
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COSTARD,
to BOYET
She’s too hard for you at pricks, sir. Challenge her
to bowl.
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BOYET
I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
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BOYET
I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
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BOYET and MARIA exit.
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BOYET and MARIA exit.
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COSTARD
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By my soul, a swain, a most simple clown.
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him
down.
O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar
wit,
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When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
were, so fit.
Armado o’ th’ one side, O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan.
To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly he
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will swear.
And his page o’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!
Ah heavens, it is a most pathetical nit.
Shout within.
Sola, sola!
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COSTARD
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him
down.
O’ my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar
wit,
were, so fit.
Armado o’ th’ one side, O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan.
To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly he
And his page o’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!
Ah heavens, it is a most pathetical nit.
Shout within.
Sola, sola!
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He exits.
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He exits.
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