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Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's
Biron. Take away the Conqueror, take away AliSander.
Cost. O Sir, you have overthrown Alisander the Conqueror. (to Nath.] You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this; your lion, that holds the pollax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax; he will be then the ninth Worthy. A Conqueror, and afraid to speak ? run away for shame, Alisander. There, an't shall 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, alas, you fee, how 'tis a little o'erparted: 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 kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed
canus; And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he ftrangle serpents in his manus:
Hol. Judas I am.
Hol. Not lfcariot, Sir ;
Dum. Judas Machabeus clipt, is plain Judas.
Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth drawer; And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun
Boyet. Therefore as he is an ass, let him
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,
stumble. Prin. Alas! poor Machabeus, how he hath been
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,
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
From morn 'till night, out of his pavilion.
Dum. That mint.
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Arm. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten;
Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much delighted.
Coft. The party is gone, fellow He&or, she is gone; she is two months on her way.
Arm. What mean'ft thou?
poor wench is caft away ; she's quick, the child brags in her belly already. 'Tis yours. Arm. Dóft thou infamonize me among
Potentates? Thou shalt die.
Coft. Then shall Hector be whipt for Jaquenetta, that is quick by him; and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead
Duni. Most rare Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge!
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is mov'd; more Ates, more Ates; ftir then on, stir them on.
Duem. Heitor will challenge him.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will fup a flea.
Arm. By the north-pole, I do challenge thee.
Coft. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: I'll flash; I'll do't 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 uncaling for the combat: what mean you ? you will lose your reputation.
a Arm. Gentlemen, and foldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it, Pompey hath made the challenge.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I boih may and will.
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoined 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 he wears next his heart for a Favour.
S CE N E X.
Enter Macard. . OD save you,
Mac. I'm sorry, Madam, for the news I bring
Prin. Dead, for my life.
Arm. For my own part, I breathe free breath ;* I have seen the day of right through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
King. The extreme part of time extremely forms
* I have seen the days of wrong through the little hole of discretion] This has no‘Meaning, we should read, the day of right, i. e. I have foreseen that a Day will come when I shall have Justice done me, and therefore I prudently reserve myself for that Time.