King. No words!
Cost. Of other men’s secrets, I beseech you.
King. [reads]. 225 ‘So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when. About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment 230 which is called supper: so much for the time when. Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, 235 surveyest, or seest: but to the place where,—it standeth north-north- east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden: [237] there did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,’—
[239] Cost. Me?
King. [reads]. 240 ‘that unlettered small-knowing soul,’—
Cost. Me?
King. [reads]. [242] ‘that shallow vassal,’—
Cost. Still me?
King. [reads]. ‘which, as I remember, hight Costard,’
245 Cost. O, me!