_Jaq._ That’s hereby. _Arm._ I know where it is situate. 130 _Jaq._ Lord, how wise you are! _Arm._ I will tell thee wonders. _Jaq._ With that face? _Arm._ I love thee. _Jaq._ So I heard you say. 135 _Arm._ And so, farewell. _Jaq._ Fair weather after you! _Dull._ Come, Jaquenetta, away! [_Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta._ _Arm._ Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned. 140 _Cost._ Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach. _Arm._ Thou shalt be heavily punished. _Cost._ I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. 145 _Arm._ Take away this villain; shut him up. _Moth._ Come, you transgressing slave; away! _Cost._ Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose. _Moth._ No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. 150 _Cost._ Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see. _Moth._ What shall some see? _Cost._ Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; 155 and therefore I will say nothing: I thank God I have as little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet. [_Exeunt Moth and Costard._ _Arm._ 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 160 of falsehood, if I love. And 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. Cupid’s 165 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 glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! 170 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. [_Exit._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _Love’s Labour’s Lost_, I, 2. SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope. The same. Armado’s house. Pope. See note (III). Enter Armado...] Enter Armado a Braggart... F2. 10, 11, 16: _senior_] _signeor_ Q1. _signeur_ F1. 13: _epitheton_] F2 F3 F4. _apethaton_ Q1. _apathaton._ F1 Q2. 22: _Little pretty_] _Little! pretty_ Theobald. 23: _apt_] om. Q2. 27: _ingenious_] Q1 F4. _ingenuous_ F1 Q2 F2 F3. 33: [Aside.] Hanmer. _the mere contrary_] Qq F1. _the clean contrary_ F2 F3 F4. _contrary_ Hanmer.