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Rof. It is not so ; for how can this be true,
Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
King. Teach us, sweet Madam, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confeflion.
King. Madam, I was. .
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I'will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
Rof. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord
King. What mean you, Madamı ? by my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.
Ref. By heav'n, you did ; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this : but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess I did give ; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did the wear :
Biron. Neither of either : I remit both twain.
I fee the trick on't ; here was a consent,
this it is.And might not you (To Boyet. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my lady's foot by th' fquier,
And laugh upon the apple of her cye,
Holding a trencher, jefting merrily!
Boyet. Full merrily
Biran. Lo, he is tilting strait. Peace, I have done.
Coft. O Lord, Sir, they would know
Biron. What are there but three?
Coft. No, Sir, but it is very fine ; For every one presents three.
(37) That Smiles bis cheek in years.] Thus the whole Set of Impressions : but I cannot for my heart comprehend the Sense of this Phrase. I am persuaded, I have restored the Poet's Word and Meaning. Boyet's Character was that of a Fleerer, jeerer, mocker, carping Blade,
Birin. And three times three is nine ?
Cift. Not fo, Sir, under correction, Sir; I hope, it is not fo. 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 urícil it dorh amount.
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Ciji. O.Lord, Sir, it were pity you Should get your living by reckoning, Sir.
Bion. How much is it?
C. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Sis, will fhew where until 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?
Coj! 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.'
Birin. Go bid them prepare.
King. Biron, they will shame us ; let them not approach.
[Exit Celt. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord; and 'tis some policy To have one Show worse than the King's and his Company.
King. I say, they thall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now; That sport belt pleases, that doth leaft know how, Where zeal ftrives to content, and the contents Dies in the zeal of that which it presents; Their form, confounded, makes most form in mirth; When great things, labouring, perish in their birth.
Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
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, moft royal coupplement.
King. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies; he presents Hector of Troy; the fwain, Pompey the Great; the parish-curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercales; 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 firit Show.
fool, and the boy. A bare throw at Novum, and the whole world again. Cannot prick out five fuch, take each one in’s vain.
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain,
Enter Coftard for Pompey.
Biron. Well said, old mocker : I must needs be friends with thee.
Coft. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Big.
Coft. It is Great, Sir; Pompey, surnam'd the Great;
Did make my foe to sweat :
And travelling along this coafl, I bere am come by chance ; And lay my arms before the legs of this fweet Lass of France. If your ladyship would say," thanks,--Pompey,” I had done. Prin, Great thanks, great Pompey.
Caft. 'Tis not so 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 Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it ftands
too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender smel
ling Knight. Prin. The Conqueror is difmaid: proceed,good Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was tbe world's
Commander. Boyet. Moit true, 'tis right; you were fo, Alifander. Biron. Pompey the Great, Coft. Your servant, and Costard. Biron. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alifander.
Coft. 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-ftool, will be given to A-jax; he will be then the ninth Worthy. A Conqueror, and afraid to speak? run away for shame, Alijander. There, an't thall 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 Alijander, 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 afide, good Pompey.