Long. His leg is too big for Hector. Dum. More calf, certain. Boyet. No; he is best indu'd in the small. Biron. This can't be Hector. Dum. He's a God or a Painter, for he makes faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of launces the Almighty, Gave Hector a gift, Dum. A gilt nutmeg. Biron. A lemon. Long. Stuck with cloves. Dum. No, cloven. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of launces the Almighty, A man fo breathed, that certain he would fight ye I am that flower. Dum. That mint. Long. That cullambine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a grey-hound. Arm. The fweet War-man is dead and rotten; Sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the bury'd: But I will forward with my device; Sweet Royalty, beftow on me the fenfe of hearing. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy fweet Grace's flipper, Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Dum. He may not, by the yard. Arm. This Hector far furmounted Hannibal (51). Coft. The Party is gone, fellow Hector, fhe is gone; fhe is two months on her way. Arm. What mean't thou? (51) This Hector far furmounted Hannibal. The party is gone] All the Editions ftupidly have plac'd these laft Words as Part of Armado's Speech in the Interlude. I have ventur'd to give them to Coftard, who is for putting Armado out of his Part, by telling him the Party (i. e. his Mistress Jaquenetta,) is gone two Months with Child by him. Coft. Coft. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is caft away; fhe's quick, the child brags in her belly already. 'Tis yours. Arm. Doft thou infamonize me among Potentates? Thou shalt die. Coft. Then fhall Hector be whipt for Jaquenetta, that is quick by him; and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead by him. Dum. Moft rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge! Dum. Hector trembles. Biron. Pompey is mov'd; more Ates, more Ates, ftir them on, ftir them on. Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will fup a flea. Arm. By the north-pole, I do challenge thee. Coft. I will not fight with a pole like a northern man: I'll flash; I'll do't by the Sword: I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies. Coft. I'll do't in my shirt. Dum. Moft refolute Pompey! Moth. Mafter, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do ye not fee, Pompey is uncafing for the combat: what mean you? you will lofe your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen, and foldiers, 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. Biron. What reafon have you for't? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no fhirt; I go woolward for penance. Boyet. True, (52) and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linnen; fince when, I'll be fworn he wore> none, (52) And it was injoin'd him in Rome for Want of Linnen ] ShakeSpeare certainly alludes here to a famous Story, a Matter of Fact that hap none, but a difh-clout of Jaquenetta's, and that he wears next his heart for a Favour. Enter Macard. Mac. God fave you, Madam. Prin. Welcome, Macard, but that thou interrupteft our merriment. Mac. I'm forry, Madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The King your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life. · Mac. Even fo: my Tale is told. Biron. Worthies, away; the Scene begins to cloud. ' Arm. For my own part, I breathe free breath; I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right my felf like a foldier. King. How fares your Majesty? [Exeunt Worthies. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to night. King, Madam, not fo; I do beseech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I fay. I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-fad foul, that you vouchsafe Ex happen'd at Rome, fometime, I think, before his Time. A Spaniard fell in a Duel: In his laft Moments one of his moft intimate Friends chanc'd to come by, condol'd with him, and offer'd his best Service. The Dying Perfon told him he had but One Request to make to him, and conjur'd him by the Memory of their long Friendship punctually to comply with It: which was, not to fuffer him to be ftript as ufual, but to bury him in the Condition, and very Habit he was then in. When This was promis'd, the Spaniard clos'd his Eyes, with great Composure and Satisfaction. But his Friend's Curiofity prevail'd over his Obligations, and defiring to know the Reafon of to uncommon a Requeft, fo earneftly prefs'd, he had him ftripp'd; and found, to his great Surprize, he was without a Shirt. Mr. Warburton. (53) An heavy heart bears not an humble Tongue.] Thus all the Editions; but, furely, without either Senfe or Truth. None are more hum ble Excufe me fo, coming fo fhort of thanks, For my great Suit fo eafily obtain'd. King. The extreme part of time extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his fpeed; And often, at his very loose, decides That, which long Procefs could not arbitrate. The holy fuit which fain it would convince; From what it purpos'd: Since, to wail friends loft, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double. Biron. Honeft plain words beft pierce the ear of grief 3 And by these badges understand the King." For your fair fakes have we neglected time, ble in Speech, than they who labour under any Oppreffion. The Prin cefs is defiring, her Grief may apologize for her not exprelling her Obli gations at large; and my Correction is conformable to that Sentiment. VOL. II. N To To thofe that make us both; fair ladies, you: Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love, Dum. Our letters, madam, fhew'd much more than jeft. Long. So did our looks. Rofa. We did not coat them fo. King. Now at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves. Prin. A time, methinks, too fhort, 3 To make a world-without-end bargain in Change not your offer made in heat of blood But that it bear this tryal, and laft love; Then, at the expiration of the year, Come challenge me; challenge me, by these deferts; For the remembrance of my father's death. |