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Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Hol. I do dine to-day at the father's of a

certain pupil of mine; where, if before repast it

shall please you to gratify the table with a grace,

I will, on my privilege I have with the parents

of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your

ben venuto; where I will prove those verses to

be very unlearned, neither savouring of poetry,

wit, nor invention. I beseech your society.

Nath. And thank you too; for society—saith

the text—is the happiness of life.

Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly con-

cludes it.—[To Dull.] Sir, I do invite you too:

you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away!

the gentles are at their game, and we will to our

recreation.

Ber. The king he is hunting the deer; I am

coursing myself: they have pitched a toil; I am

toiling in a pitch,—pitch that defiles: defile! a

foul word! Well, sit thee down, sorrow! for so

they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the

fool: well proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is

as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep: it kills me, I a

sheep: well proved again o' my side! I will not

love; if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O

 160 pen: technical skill

166 ben venuto: welcome

170 the text; cf. n.

173 pauca verba: few words  2 pitched a toil: set a net

3 pitch: i.e. Rosaline's black eyes

7 Ajax; cf. n.

