melancholy?

MOTH.
A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

ARMADO.
Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

MOTH.
No, no; O Lord, sir, no.

ARMADO.
How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender
juvenal?

MOTH.
By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

ARMADO.
Why tough senior? Why tough senior?

MOTH.
Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?

ARMADO.
I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.

MOTH.
And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your old