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Enter NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's
commander; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquer
ing might ; My 'scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not ; for it
stands too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender
smelling knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismayed. Proceed, good
Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's
commander ;Boyet. Most true; ’tis right; you were so, Alisander. Biron. Pompey the Great, Cost.
Your servant, and Costard. Biron. Take away the conqueror; take away Alisander.
Cost. 0, sir, [To Nath.) you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this. Your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard to speak! Run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you ; a foolish, mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed! He is a marvellous good neighbor, in sooth ; and a very good bowler ; but, for Alisander, alas! you see how 'tis ;-a little oʻerparted.-But there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. 1 It should be remembered, that the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his shoulders.
2 « His (Alexander's) body had so sweet a smell of itselfe that all the apparell he wore next unto his body, tooke thereof a passing delightful savour, as if it had been perfumed." North’s Plutarch.
3 This alludes to the arms given, in the old history of the Nine Worthies, to Alexander, “the which did bear geules a lion, or, seiante in a chayer, holding a battle-axe argent."
Enter HOLOFERNES armed, for Judas, and Moth arned,
for Hercules. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club killed 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 Machabæus clipped is plain Judas.
-How art thou proved
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now, forward ; for we have put thee in counte
1 The cittern, a musical instrument like a guitar, had usually a head grotesquely carved at the extremity of the neck and finger-board.
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.
Dum. For the latter end of his name.
It grows dark; he may stumble. Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been
Enter ARMADO armed, for Hector. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes Hector in arms.
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
King. Hector was but a Trojan’ in respect of this.
faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances? the almighty, Gave Hector a gift,
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
I Trojan is supposed to have been a cant term for a thief. It was, however, a familiar name for any equal or inferior.
2 i. e. lance-men.
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of lion;
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Long, I must rather give it the rein ; for it runs against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried; when he breathed, he was a man, but I will forward with my device. Sweet royalty, [To the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.
[BIRON whispers CostaRD. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. Loves her by the foot. Dum. He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector; she is gone ; she is two months on her way.
Arm. What meanest thou ?
Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is cast away. She's quick ; the child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Årm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ?
Thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped, for Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hanged, for Pompey that is dead by him.
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge !
Dum. Hector trembles.
Biron. Pompey is moved.—More Ates,' more Ates; Stir them on! Stir them on!
Dum. Hector will challenge him.
Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea.
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it 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 buttonhole lower. Do
you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in
shirt. Dum. You may not deny it. Pompey hath made the challenge.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
for’t ? 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, none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and that he wears next his heart for a favor.
Enter a Messenger, Monsieur MERCADE.
Prin. Welcome, Mercade;
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Prin. Dead, for my life.
1 i. e. more instigation. Ate was the goddess of discord.
2 That is, clothed in wool, and not in linen; a penance often enjoined in times of superstition.