_Cost._ The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that’s flat. 95 Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose: Let me see; a fat l’envoy; ay, that’s a fat goose. _Arm._ Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin? _Moth._ By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. 100 Then call’d you for the l’envoy. _Cost._ True, and I for a plantain: thus came your argument in; Then the boy’s fat l’envoy, the goose that you bought; And he ended the market. _Arm._ But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in 105 a shin? _Moth._ I will tell you sensibly. _Cost._ Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak that l’envoy: I Costard, running out, that was safely within, 110 Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. _Arm._ We will talk no more of this matter. _Cost._ Till there be more matter in the shin. _Arm._ Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. _Cost._ O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some 115 l’envoy, some goose, in this. _Arm._ By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person: thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound. _Cost._ True, true; and now you will be my purgation, 120 and let me loose. _Arm._ I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: bear this significant [_giving a letter_] to the country maid Jaquenetta: there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine 125 honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow. [_Exit._ _Moth._ Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu. _Cost._ My sweet ounce of man’s flesh! my incony Jew! [_Exit Moth._ Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that’s the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings— 130 remuneration.—‘What’s the price of this inkle?’—‘One penny.’—‘No, I’ll give you a remuneration:’ why, it carries it. Remuneration! why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. _Enter_ BIRON. _Biron._ O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. 135 _Cost._ Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? _Biron._ What is a remuneration? _Cost._ Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. _Biron._ Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk. 140 _Cost._ I thank your worship: God be wi’ you! _Biron._ Stay, slave; I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. _Cost._ When would you have it done, sir? 145 _Biron._ This afternoon. _Cost._ Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well. _Biron._ Thou knowest not what it is. _Cost._ I shall know, sir, when I have done it. _Biron._ Why, villain, thou must know first. 150 _Cost._ I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.