Act 3, Scene I

SCENE I. The same.

Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

MOTH
Concolinel.

Singing

DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.

MOTH
Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
How meanest thou? brawling in French?

MOTH
No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling
love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of
your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly
doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
your pocket like a man after the old painting; and
keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
These are complements, these are humours; these
betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without
these; and make them men of note--do you note
me?--that most are affected to these.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
How hast thou purchased this experience?

MOTH
By my penny of observation.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
But O,--but O,--

MOTH
'The hobby-horse is forgot.'
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'?

MOTH
No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Almost I had.

MOTH
Negligent student! learn her by heart.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
By heart and in heart, boy.

MOTH
And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
What wilt thou prove?

MOTH
A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
the instant: by heart you love her, because your
heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her,
because your heart is in love with her; and out of
heart you love her, being out of heart that you
cannot enjoy her.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
I am all these three.

MOTH
And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
all.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.

MOTH
A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
for an ass.
DON

ADRIANO DE ARMADO
Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

MOTH