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MOTE
Like the sequel, I. Signor Costard, adieu.
Exeunt Armado and Mote.
COST ARD
My sweet ounce of man’s flesh, my incony jew! - Now will I look to his
remuneration. ‘Remuneration’! O, that’s the Latin word for three farthings.
Three [135] farthings - remuneration. ‘What’s the price of this inkle?’ ‘One
penny.’ ‘No, I’ll give you a remuneration.’ Why, it carries it! ‘Remuneration’!
Why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of
this word. [140]
Enter Berowne.
BEROWNE
My good knave Costard, exceedingly well met.
COST ARD
Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a
remuneration?
BEROWNE
What is a remuneration?
COST ARD
Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. [145]
BEROWNE
Why then, three-farthing worth of silk.
COST ARD
I thank your worship. God be wi’you.
BEROWNE
Stay, slave. I must employ thee.
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. [150]
COST ARD
When would you have it done, sir?
