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Dum. No, cloven.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of llion ;
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 chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : when he breath’d, he was a man -But I will forward with my device : Sweet royalty, [To 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 ; 'tis yours. 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
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is mor'd :-More Atès, more Atès :* stir them on! stir them on !
Dum. Hector will challenge him.  That is, more instigation. Ate was the mischievous goddess that incited bloodshed
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man’s blood in's belly than will sup a flea.
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 :-) 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 not combat in my shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it ; Pompey hath made the challenge.
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 dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and that a' wears next his heart, for a favour.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;
Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring
 The weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey.
JOHNSON  This may possibly allude to a story well known in our author's time, to this effect :- A Spaniard at Rome falling in a duel, as he lay expiring, an intimate friend, by chance, came by, and ortered him his best services. The dying man told him he bad but one request to make him, but conjured him, hy the memory of their past friendship, punctually to comply with it, which was, not to suffer hito to be stript, but to bury him as he lay, in the habit he then had on When this was promised, the Spaniard closed his eyes, and expired with great composure and resignation. But this iriend's curiosity prevailing over his good faithi, he had him xtript, and found, to his great surprise, that he was without a shirt. WARBURTON
To go xoolward, I believe was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries. 8kipner derives noolmard from the Saxon wol, plague, secondarily and great dirtress, ani wearii, torard. Thus, says he. it signities, ** in magno discrimine & r. pectatione maini ma'i constilutus " ' I rather think it should be written noolward, d that it means clothed in wool, and not in linen. T. WARTON.
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father
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; - 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, Haih much deform’d us, fashioning our humours Even to th' opposed end of our intents : And what ip us batb seem'd ridiculous,(8) Liberal--Fice to excess.
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour
Prin. A time, methinks, too short
(9) 'That is, tempted us. JOHNSON
Dj This live is obscure. Bombast was a kind of loose texture not uplike what is now called waddling, used to give the dresses of that time bulk and protuberance, without much increase of weight; whence the same name is giren to a tudour of words uisupported by solid sentiment. The princess, therefore, says, that they cousidertilihis courtship ay but bombast, as something to fill out life, which not be ing closely united witb it, might be thrown away at pleasure. JOHNSON
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
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;
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but wbat to me?
Kath. A wife !--a beard, fair health, and honesty;
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ?
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Mar. At the twelvemonth's end, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.  These six versey both Dr. Thirlby and Mr Warburton concur to think should be expunged; and therefore I have put them het weep crotchets : not that they were an interpolation, but as the author's draught, which he afterwards rejected, and executed the same thought a little lower with much more spirit and ele