[065] Moth. A wonder, master! here’s a Costard broken in a shin.
[066] Arm. Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l’envoy; begin.
[067] Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l’envoy; no salve in the [068] mail, sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain! no l’envoy, no [069] l’envoy; no salve, sir, but a plantain!
070 Arm. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly [071] thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars! Doth the [073] inconsiderate take salve for l’envoy, and the word l’envoy for a salve?
075 Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l’envoy a salve?
[076] Arm. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
[077] Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.
[078] I will example it:
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
080 Were still at odds, being but three.