COSTARD.
Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth. I will speak that l’envoi.
I, Costard, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold and broke my shin.
ARMADO.
We will talk no more of this matter.
COSTARD.
Till there be more matter in the shin.
ARMADO.
Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.
COSTARD.
O, marry me to one Frances! I smell some l’envoi, some goose, in this.
ARMADO.
By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, enfreedoming thy person. Thou wert immured, restrained, captivated, bound.
COSTARD.
True, true; and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
ARMADO.
I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance, and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: [Giving him a letter.] bear this significant to the country maid Jaquenetta. [Giving money.] There is remuneration for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.
[Exit.]
MOTH.
Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.