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is not so.

Biron. And three times three is nine?

Coff, Not so, Sir, under correction, Sir; I hope, it You cannot beg us, Sir ; I can assure you, Sir, we know what we know : I hope, three times thrice, Sir

Biron. Is not nine.

Coft. Under correction, Sir, we know where until it dt h amount.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Coji. O lord, Sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, Sir.

Biron. How much is it?

Coft. O lord, Sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Sir, will shew whereuntil it doth amount ; for my own part,

I am, as they say, but to perfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, Sir.

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies?

Coft. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the Great : for mine own part, I know not the degree of the Worthy; but I am to stand for him.

Biron. Go bid them prepare.

Coff. We will turn it finely off, Sir, we will take some care.

King. Biron, they will shame us; let them not approach.

[Exit Colt. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord ; and 'tis some

policy To have one Show worse than the King's and his Com

pany. King. I say, they shall not come.

Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now ; That sport beft pleases, that doth least know how. Where zeal ftrives to content, and the contents Dies in the zeal of that which it presents ; Their form, confounded, makes moft form in mirth; When great things, labouring, perish in their birth.

Biron. A right description of cur sport, my lord.

Enter

Enter Armado. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.

Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron. Why ask you ?
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch ; for, I proteft, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical ; too, too vain ; too, too vain : but we will put it, as they fay, to fortuna de la guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal coupplement.

King. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies : he presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great ; the parish-curate, Alexander ; Armado's

page,
Hercules ; the pedant; Judas Machabeus.
And if these four Worthies in their first Show thrive,
These four will change habits, and present the other five;

Biron. There are five in the first Show.
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not fo.
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest,

the fool, and the boy: A bare throw at Novum, and the whole world again Cannot prick out five such, take each one in's vein. King. The ship is under fail, and here she comes iamain....

Enter Costard for Pompey,
Coft. I Pompey am
Boyet. You lye, you are not he...
Coft. I Pompey am
Bøyet. With Libbard's head on knee..

Biron. Well said, old mocker : : I must needs be friends with thee.

Coft. I Pompey am, Pompey furnam'd the Big.
Dum. The Great.

Coft. It is Great, Sir ; Pompey, surnam'd the Great ;
That oft in field, with targe and shield,
Did make my foe to sweat :

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And

And travelling along this coast, I here am come by

chance ; And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet Lass of

France. If your ladyship would say, “ thanks,—Pompey, I had

done. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Coft. 'Tis not fo much worth ; but, I hope, I was perfect. I made a little fault in great.

Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves the beft Worthy

Enter Nathaniel for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

Commander ; By east, west, north and fouth, I spread my conquering

might: My Scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alifander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it stands

too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender smel

ling Knight. Prin. The Conqueror is dismaid : proceed, good

Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

Commander. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were fo, Alifander. Biron. Pompey the Great, Coft. Your servant, and Coflard.

Biron. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alifander.

Cof. O Sir, you have overthrown Alifander the Conqueror. [to Nath.] You will be fcraped out of the painted cloth for this ; your lion, that holds the poll-ax fitting on a close-ftoo!, will be given to 1.jax; he will be then the ninth Worthy. A Conqueror, and afraid to speak ? run away for shame, Alifander. There, an't Mall please you ; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and foon dash'd. He is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth, and a very good bowler ; but for

Alisander, Alifander, alas, you see, how 'tis a little o'er-parted : but there are Worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other fort.

Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Moth for Hercules.
Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,

Whose club killd Cerberus, that three-headed canus; And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus :
Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
Ergo, I come with this apology.
Keep some state in thy Exit, and vanish. [Exit Moth.

Hol. Judas I am.
Dum. A Judas!

Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir ;
Judas I am, ycleped Machabeus.

Dum. Judas Machabeus clipt, is plain Judas.
Biron. A kissing traitor . How art thou prov'd Judas?
Hol. Judas I am.
Dum. The more shame for
Hol. What mean you, Sir ?
Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.
Hol. Begin, Sir, you are my elder.
Biron. Well follow'd; Judas was hang’d on an Elder.
Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.
Biron. Because thou hast no face.
Hol. What is this?
Boyet. A cittern head.
Dum. The head of a bodkin.
Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.
Dum. The carv’d-bone face on a flask.
Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.
Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer ; And now, forward ; for we have put thee in counte

you, Judas.

nance,

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.

Boyet. Therefore as he is an ass, let him go.
An so adieu, sweet J ude ; nay, why dost thou stay?

Dum. For the latter end of his name.
Biron. For the Ass to the Jude ; give it him. Jud-as,

away. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas; it grows dark,

he may stumble. Prin. Alas! poor Machabeus, how he hath been baited!

Enter Armado. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles, here comes Hector in arms.

Dum. Tho' my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.
Boyet. But is this Hector ?
King. I think, Hector was not fo clean-timber'd.
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 Hextor.
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 lawnces the Almighty,

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight ye

From morn 'till night, out of his pavilion,
I
am that Flower.
Dum. That mint.
Long. That cullambine.
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

Long:

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