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Biron. This cannot be Hector.
mighty, Gave Hector a gift.
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Gade Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;
That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Ilector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : when be breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, (to the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of bearing.
[Biron whispers Costard. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de.
lighted. 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 llector, slie is gone; she is two months on her way.
Arm. What meanest thou?
the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou ipfamovise me among poten.
tates? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Flector be whipp'd, for Jaque. netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompes that is dead by liim.
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the liuge!
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates*, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on !
Dum. Héctor will challenge him.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood iu's belly than will sup a flea.
Arm. By the nortlı pole, I do challenge thee.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern mant; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-) pray you, let me borrow my arms again.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
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 pot combat in any shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge.
Arm. Sweet bloods, 1 both may and will.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolwardt for penance.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome
+ A clown.
* Até was the goddess of discord. I Clothed in wool, without linen. VOL. II.
for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour.
Mer. God save you, madam!
Prin. Wecome, Mercade;
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring,
Prin. Dead, for my life.
Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud.
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.
King. How fares your majesty ?
I will away to-night.
Prin. Prepare, I say.- I thank you, gracious lords,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate: And though the mourning brow of progeny
# Free to excess.
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are double.
aggested* us to make: Therefore, ladies,
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love;
But more devout than this, in our respects,
We did not quote* them s0.
A time, methinks, too short
To flatter up these powers of mine with resto
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.