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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 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?
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
Biron. There are five in the first Show.
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,
Biron. Well said, old mocker : : I must needs be friends with thee.
Coft. I Pompey am, Pompey furnam'd the Big.
Coft. It is Great, Sir ; Pompey, surnam'd the Great ;
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.
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 :
Hol. Judas I am.
Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir ;
Dum. Judas Machabeus clipt, is plain Judas.
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer ; And now, forward ; for we have put thee in counte
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
Boyet. Therefore as he is an ass, let him go.
Dum. For the latter end of his name.
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.
Arm. The armipotent Mars, of launces the Almighty, Gave Hector a gift,
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion
From morn 'till night, out of his pavilion,