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Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.
drawer: And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou
Dum. For the latter end of his name.
he may stumble. Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been
Enter ARMADO arm’d, 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.
2 A soldier's powder-horn. 3 An ornamental buckle for fastening hat-bands, &c.
Boyet. No; he is best endued in the small.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances4 the al
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion ;
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
That columbine. 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 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 de
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 poten.
tates ? 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.
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 sup a flea.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man 6; 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.
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.
5 Até was the goddess of discord.
6 A clown,
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.
for't ? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go
woolward7 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.
Enter MERCADE. Mer. God save you, madam.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade; But that thou interrupt’st our merriment. Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring,
1 Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father — Prin. Dead, for my
life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
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.
(Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious
lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
7 Clothed in wool, without linen.
In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
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, Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,