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Prin. Only for praise : and praise we may afford
Cost. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Cost. Which is the greatest lady, the highest ?
Prin. What's your will, fir? what's your will ?
Prin. We will read it, I swear:
Boret. [reads.] By beaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible ; true, that thou art beauteous ; truth itself, that thou art lovely : More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vasal! The magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua fet eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and be it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici ; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obfcure vulgar!) vi
delicet, he came, faw, and overcame : be came, one ; faw,
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO.
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play:
Prin. Thou, fellow, a word :
Cost. I told you; my lord.
Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
[Exit Princess and Train.
Ros. Why, she that bears the bow."
marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
at the brow.
Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
Boret. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
Ros. Thou can't not hit it, hit it, hit it, [linging
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
[Excunt Ros. and KAT. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did fit it! MAR. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both did
hit it. Boret. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A mark,
fays my lady!
be, Mar. Wide or the bow hand! I'faith, your hand is
out. Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit
the clout. Boret. An if my hand be out, then, belike your
hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow
foul. Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, fir; challenge
her to bowl. Boret. I fear too much rubbing; Good night, my good owl.
[Exeunt Boret and MARIA. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown! Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have
him down ! O' my
troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar wit! When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were,
fo fit. Armatho o' the one side,--0, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan! To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a' will
And his page o't'other side, that handful of wit !
[Shouting within. [Exit COSTARD, running.
SCENE II. The same.
Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,--blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo,--the sky, the welkin, the heaven ; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,--the soil, the land, the earth.
NATH. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, baud credo.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication ; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, oftentare, to show, as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion,—to insert again my baud credo for a deer.
Dull. I said, the deer was not a baud credo; 'twasa pricket.
Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!-0 thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
NATH. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts;