Quoniam, he seemeth in minoritie, Ergo, I come with this Apologie. 660 Exit Boy Keepe some state in thy exit, and vanish. Ped. Judas I am. Dum. A Judas? Ped. Not Iscariot sir. Judas I am, ycliped Machabeus. Dum. Judas Machabeus clipt, is plaine Judas. Ped. Judas I am. Dum. The more shame for you Judas. Ped. What meane you sir? Boi. To make Judas hang himselfe. Ped. Begin sir, you are my elder. 670 Ber. Well follow'd, Judas was hang'd on an Elder. Ped. I will not be put out of countenance. Ber. Because thou hast no face. Ped. What is this? Boi. A Citterne head. Dum. The head of a bodkin. Ber. A deaths face in a ring. Lon. The face of an old Roman coine, scarce seene. Boi. The pummell of Caesars Faulchion. Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a Flaske. Ber. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch. 681 Ber. I, and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer. And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance Ped. You have put me out of countenance. Ber. False, we have given thee faces. Ped. But you have out-fac'd them all. Ber. And thou wer't a Lion, we would do so. 690 Boy. Therefore as he is, an Asse, let him go: And so adieu sweet Jude. Nay, why dost thou stay? Dum. For the latter end of his name. Ber. For the Asse to the Jude: give it him. Jud-as a way. Ped. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Boy. A light for monsieur Judas, it growes darke, he may stumble. [Hol. retires.] Que. Alas poore Machabeus, how hath hee beene baited. Enter Braggart. 700 Ber. Hide thy head Achilles, heere comes Hector in Armes. Dum. Though my mockes come home by me, I will now be merrie. King. Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this. Boi. But is this Hector? Kin. I thinke Hector was not so cleane timber'd.1 Lon. His legge is too big for Hector. Dum. More Calfe certaine. Boi. No, he is best indued in the small. Ber. This cannot be Hector. 1 shapely 710 Dum. He's a God or a Painter, for he makes faces. Brag. The Armipotent Mars, of Launces the almighty, gave Hector a gift. Dum. A gilt Nutmegge. Ber. A Lemmon. Lon. Stucke with Cloves. Dum. No cloven. Brag. The Armipotent Mars of Launces the almighty, Gave Hector a gift, the heire of Illion; 721 A man so breathed, that certaine he would fight: yea From morne till night, out of his Pavillion. 709. Hector: Hector's-1Q. 720. The Armipotent: Peace! The, etc.-CAPELL. I am that Flower. Dum. That Mint. Long. That Cullambine. Brag. Sweet Lord Longavill reine thy tongue. Lon. I must rather give it the reine: for it runnes against Hector. Dum. I, and Hector's a Grey-hound. Brag. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten, Sweet chuckes, beat not the bones of the buried: [When he breathed he was a man: an:] 730 But I will forward with my device; [To the Princess] Sweet Royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing. Berowne steppes forth. Qu. Speake brave Hector, we are much delighted. 741 Clo. Fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two moneths on her way. Brag. What meanest thou? Clo. Faith unlesse you play the honest Troyan, the poore Wench is cast away: she's quick, the child brags in her belly alreadie: tis yours. Brag. Dost thou infamonize me among Potentates? Thou shalt die. 749 Clo. Then shall Hector be whipt for Jaquenetta that is quicke by him, and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey. 732-3. bracketed 1.-1Q. 741. In text, next 1.-THEOBALD. Boi. Renowned Pompey. Ber. Greater then great, great, great, great Pompey: Pompey the huge. Dum. Hector trembles. Ber. Pompey is moved, more Atees more Atees stirre them, or stirre them on. Dum. Hector will challenge him. 760 Ber. I, if a' have no more mans blood in's belly, then will sup a Flea. Brag. By the North-pole I do challenge thee. Clo. I wil not fight with a pole like a Northern man; Ile slash, Ile do it by the sword: I pray you let mee borrow my Armes againe. Dum. Roome for the incensed Worthies. Clo. Ile do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey. 769 Page. Master, let me take you a button hole lower: Do you not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat: what meane you? you will lose your reputation. Brag. Gentlemen and Souldiers pardon me, I will not combat in my shirt. Du. You may not denie it, challenge. I Pompey hath made the Brag. Sweet bloods, I both may, and will. Ber. What reason have you for't? Brag. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt, go woolward for penance. 780 Boy. True, and it was injoyned him in Rome for want of Linnen: since when, Ile be sworne he wore none, but a dishclout of Jaquenettas, and that hee weares next his heart for a favour. 759. them, or: them on-RowE. 783. bee weares: a' wears-IQ. 765. pray: bepray-1Q. Enter a Messenger, Monsieur Marcade. Mar. God save you Madame. Qu. Welcome Marcade, but that thou interruptest our merriment. Marc. I am sorrie Madam, for the newes I bring is heavie in my tongue. The King your father 790 Qu. Dead for my life. Mar. Even so: My tale is told. Ber. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud. Brag. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I have seene the day of wrong, through the little hole of discretion, and I will right my selfe like a Souldier. Exeunt Worthies Kin. How fare's your Majestie? Qu. Boyet prepare, I will away to night. Kin. Madame not so, I do beseech you stay. 800 Qu. Prepare I say. I thanke you gracious Lords For all your faire endevours and entreats: Out of a new sad-soule, that you vouchsafe, If over-boldly we have borne our selves, 810 Kin. The extreme parts of time, extremelie formes All causes to the purpose of his speed: And often at his verie loose decides 787-90. but that, etc.: 3 five-accent ll.-RowE, Capell. 809. bumble: nimble-THEOBALD. 810. so short: too short-10. |