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Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now;
Enter ARMADO. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.
[ARMADO converses with the KING, and delivers him a paper.
Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement !
[Exit ARMADO. King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Machabæus. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five.
Biron. There is five in the first show.
Biron. The pedant, thé braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool,
[Seats brought for the KING, PRINCESS, fc. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Enter COSTARD armed, for Pompey. Cost. I Pompey am, Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Cost. I Pompey am, Boyet. With libbard's I head on knee. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be friends with
thee. Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the big,Dum. The great.
Cost. It is great, Sir ;-Pompey surnamed the great ; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat ; And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance ; And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had done.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
* Novum quinque, a game with dice.
+ Pick out.
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was perfect: I made a little fault in great.
Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves the best worthy.
Enter NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander ; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might : My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too
right.* Biron. Your nose smells no, in this, most tender-smelling
knight.t Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, good Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's com
Cost. O, Sir, [To Nath.] you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror ! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax:I he will be the ninth worthy: A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [NATH. retires.] There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd ! He is a marvellous good neighbour, in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander alas, you see how' 'tis ;-a little o'erparted: 8–But there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:
[Exit MOTH. Judas I am
Dum. A Judas!
Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir.-
Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas.
* Too straight, not like Alexander's.
† In allusion to the “ sweet-smelling body," attributed by Plutarch to Alexander. # 1. e. a jakes.
Too great a part for him.
Hol. What mean you, Sir?
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer:
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
Dum. For the latter end of his name.
Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Hector in arms.
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, † I will now be merry.
King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.
Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
+ Turn upon me.
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea
From morn till night out of his pavilion.
Dum. That mint.
Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet clucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, (tu the PRINCESS.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.
[BIRON whispers COSTARD. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Dum. He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way.
Arm. What meanest thou ?
Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already;
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? thou shalt die.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd for Jaquenetta, that is quick by him; and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead by him.
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey, Pompey the huge !
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is moved :-More Atés,* more Atés; stir them on! stir them on!
Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword :-I pray you let me borrow my arms again.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey ! Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you ? you will lose your reputation.
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge.
sup a flea.
* The goddess of discord.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward* for penance
Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dishclout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for å favour.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Prin. Dead, for my life.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious lords,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double.
Biron. Honest, plain words best pierce the ear of grief ;-
+ Free to excess.