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I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs le Biron.
Is not nine.
friends with thee. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,doth amount.
Dum. The great. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Cost. It is great, sir ;--Pompey surnam'd the great ; Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your
Thuat oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my living by reckoning, sir.
fue to sweat : Biron. How much is it?
And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors,
chance ; sir, will show whereunul it doth amount: for my own
And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man, -e'en
France. one poor man; Pompion the great, sir.
If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I had Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?
done. Cost. It pleased them, to think te worthy of Pom
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey. pion the great: for mine own part, I know not the
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him.
perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take
best worthy. some care.
Enter Nathaniel arm'd, for Alexander. king. Biron, they will shame us, let them not apprvach.
Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and 'tis some
commander ; policy
By cast, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering To have one show worse than the king's and his com
might : pany.
My'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. King. I say, they shall not come.
Boyet. Your nose says no, you are not ; for it stands Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now ;
too right. That sport best pleases, that doth lçast know how : Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenderWhere zeal strives to content, and the contents
smelling knight. Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed, good
Nath. When in the roorld I liv'd, I was the world's
cominander; Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. Enter Armado.
Biron. Pompey the great -Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy
Your servant, and Costard. royal swect breath, as will uttora brace of worils.
Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali[Armado converses with the King, and
sander. delivers him a paper.
Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.) you have overthrown AliPrin. Doth this man serve God?
sander the conqueror ! You will be scraped ont of the Biron. Why ash you?
painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-ax Prin. He spiaks not like a man of God's making.
sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will Arm. That's allone, my fair, sweet, honey monarch:
be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afcard to for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding fantastic- || speak ! run away for shame, Alisander. (Nath. retires.} al; too, too vain; tuo, too vain : But we will put it, 1.- There, an't shall please you ; a foolish mild man ; an as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the
honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He is a mar. peace of mind, most royal couplement ! [Exil.
vellous good neighbour, in sooth ; and a very good King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies :
bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a He presents Hector of Troy ; the swain, Pompey the
little o'erparted :-But there are worthies a coming great ; the parish curate, Alexander ; Armado's page,
will speak their mind in some other sort. Hercules ; the pedant, Judas Machabæus.
Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, Enter Holofernes arm'd, for Judas, and Moth arm'd, These four will change habits, and present the other
for Hercules. five.
Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Biron. There is five in the first show.
Whose club kill'dCerberus, that three-headed canus; King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.
And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Birou. The pedlant, the braggart, the hedge-priest,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : the fool, and the boy :
Quoniam, he seemeth in minority ; Abate a throw at novum; and the whole world again, | Ergo, I come with this apology.Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. | Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Exit Moti. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes
Hol. Judns I am,amain.
Dum. A Judas! [Seats örought for the King, Princess, óc.
Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.
Judas I am, ycleped Machabrus. Pageant of the Nine Worthics. Enter Costard armid,
Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. for Pompey.
Bir. Abissing traitor:-How art thou prov'd Judas! Cost. I Pompeyam,
Hol. Judas I am, Boyet.
You lie, you are not he, Dum. The more shame for you, Judas, Cost. I Pompey am,
Hol. What mean you, sir? Boyct.
With libbard's licad on kuce. Boyet. To make Judas hang hirascif.
Hel. Begin, sir ; you are my elder.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Biren. Well follow'd : Judas was hang'd on an elder. Dum. He may not by the yard. Hel. I will not be put out of countenance.
Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; Hol. What is this?
she is two months on her way. Beyet. A cittern head.
Arm. What meanest thou ? Dum. The head of a bodkin.
Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the Biron. A death's face in a ring.
poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child þrags Lon. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Buyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? Dan. The earv'd-bone face on a flask.
thou shalt die. Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that is Biroti. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer: dead by him. And now, forward ; for we have put thee in counte Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Hd. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Birer. False ; we have given thee faces.
Pompey! Pompey the huge! Hel. But you have out-fac'd them all.
Dum. Hector trembles. Biren. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more Ates; Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.
stir them on! stir them on! And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay? Dum. Hector will challenge him. Dum. For the latter end of his name.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's bele Biren. For the ass to the Jude ; give it him :-Jud- | ly than will sup a flea. as, away.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Hd. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Beyct. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows dark, man; l'll slash : I'll do it by the sword :-I pray you, be may stumble.
let me borrow my arms again. Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. baited!
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes Hector
Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? in arms.
What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. Drum. Though my mocks corne home by me, I will
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will was be merry.
not combat in my shirt. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.
Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made Beyet. But is this Hector?
the challenge. Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber d.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Lon. His leg is too big for Hector.
Biron. What reason have you for't ? Dr. More calf, certain.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I Bajet. No ; he is best indued in the small.
go woolward for penance. Biron. This cannot be Hector.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoind him in Rome for Dar. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore
Arm. The armi potent Mars, of lances the almighty, none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and that 'a Gece llector a gift.
wears next his heart, for a favour. Dem. A gilt nutmeg. Biror. A lemon,
Enter Mercade. Lon. Stuck with cloves.
Mer, God save you, madam! Dum. No, eloven.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade; Arm. Peace!
But that thou interruptist our merriment. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherA men so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Prin. Dead, for my life. From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
Mer. Even so; my tale is told. I on that flower,
Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Dan. That mint.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I Lon.
That columbine. have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Lon. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs a
[Exeunt Worthies. gainst Hector.
King. How fares your majesty ? Dum. Aç, and Hector's a greyhound.
Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten ; sweet
King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. elueks, beat not the bones of the buried : when he Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious lords, breath, he was a man-But I will forward with my For all your fair endeavours; and entreaty. device : Swert royalty, (To the Princess.] bestow on Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe me the sense of hearing.
(Biron whispers Costard. In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Prine Speak, brave Hector; we are much delight. The liberal opposition of our spirits :
If over-boldly we have borne ourstives arm. I do adore thy sweet grace e slipper.
In the converse of breath, your gentleness
Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord !
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double.
grief : - And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladies, Hath much deforın'd us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents : And what in us hath socm'd ridiculous,As love is full of unbefitting strains ; All wanton as a child, shipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance : Which party-coated presence of loose love Put od by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecomd our oaths and gravities, Those beavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies, Our love being yours, the error that love makes Is likewise yours: We to ourselves prove false, By being once false for ever to be true To those that make us both :-fair ladies, you : And even that falsehood, in itself a sin Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.
Prir. We have receiv'd your letters, full of lore;
We did not quote them so.
A time, methinks, too short
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me?
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; You are attaint with faults and perjury ; Therefore, if you my favour inean to get, A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest, But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me?
Kath. A wife !-a beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemonth and a day
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then
At the twelvemonth's end, r'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
Lon. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long..
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me,
Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
him that makes it : then, if sickly ears,
Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal.
T'i jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
[To the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your way.
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.
King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day, And then 'twill end.
That's too long for a play.
Enter Arinado. Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,Prin. Was not that Hector? Dumn. The worthy knight of Troy. Arme I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave: I in a rotary ; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemned greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two leamed men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of ar shox. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Arm, Holla! approach. Exer Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Costard, and others. This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the o maintain d by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin.
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,"
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
And coughing drowns the parsoni's sant,
And Marian's nose looks red and row,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
De paint the meadows with delight,
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.- You, that way; we, this way.